“A flower lost in the woods is only pretty when someone notices it. Likewise, a princess skulking in her palace is only as beautiful as the verses poets write about her. I would sooner praise the lonely flower or the nameless maid than a faceless heiress hiding behind veils of contrived prudery.”
“You speak as if you know her.”
Jungkook looks away. “Do you not? She's all everyone talks about, isn’t she? The poor Mandchourian princess so heartlessly abandoned by her betrothed Joseon prince.”
“Well, if you ask me, I’d much rather hear about his story and why he fled this union at the risk of war with our neighbour.”
“You’re being a little dramatic.”
“Am I?”
“The King will come up with an arrangement in no time. Somehow it seems he always gets his way, no matter the cost.”
“Peace is at stake! I would think the cost would be worth it.”
Jungkook scoffs. “Then you are not interested in hearing his story at all.”
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Someday, I'll write this Joseon TK fic... SIGH
