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The King, Ateez
As nooses sealed crooks to their demise and cages bound doves to the ground, the engagement ring resting heavily on the prince's finger tied him from one man to another, vague promises of affection and power whispered to him.
“Your Royal Highness!”
The soft call of his name brought the little boy out from his peaceful trance. He was crouched over some beautiful flowers, his hair tied in a high bun while his white pants were slightly raised, careful not to touch the damp soil in fear of getting scolded for playing in soil again. He handed the small, handmade bouquet to his friend Beomgyu who was already standing at ready with his arms placed over each other and back slightly bent, and hurried to follow the demands of his presence.
“Your Majesty,” he greeted, bowing with his hands placed across his abdomen and his head slightly lowered toward the ground, staring at his leather shoes. They were white, adorned with yellow details, his prettiest shoes yet, and they complemented his hanbok, their bright color and delicate embroidery echoing the richness of his attire
“Come along, dear. There is someone wishing to meet you,” she urged, a big smile stretching across her dolled-up face that could only mean trouble. Her green hanbok swished through the air from her quick movements. The garment, made of silk, was adorned with intricate details in gold, blue, red and white, making her impossible to miss.
Queen Namgil of Joseon was known for her graceful appearance, but there were only a handful of times when she was truly pleased and happy. This was one of those rare occasions. Seonghwa, despite being five years old, could tell solely by the glimmer in her eyes and the slight twitch of her fingers. She could explode with excitement and whenever the Queen was excited, disaster was waiting to happen.
If Seonghwa was agitated by the sudden disturbance, he didn’t show it, mainly out of courtesy for the Queen and the desire to hasten the encounter. The sooner he met the mystery person, the earlier he could return to Beomgyu and the beautiful flowers. With a nod of his head, he trailed after her. It must have been someone very important if the Queen herself had come for him, Seonghwa thought, finding his fingers more interesting than ever.
All too familiar with the many walls of the palace, he recognized the pattern of where they were headed. A group of women dressed in cyan green- and red hanboks stood by the entrance of the main throne hall. Their heads turned downward, each bearing a silver frog-shaped cheopji, at the passing of the Queen and Crown Prince, not daring to meet their gazes.
Senoghwa could probably count on one hand the number of occasions he had seen the inside of the main hall, and each time, he was always astonished by its sheer size. It was more than massive and could easily fit up to a hundred people, he was certain of it. The hall was adorned in deep red tones, emitting the royal aura of the palace, with occasional specks of purple and yellow scattered here and there. Like most days of the year, the thick doors to the hall were closed, which meant more walking for Seonghwa. He refrained from puffing out his cheeks in frustration. He just wanted this to be done and sneak back out in the garden.
The Queen didn’t spare the building a single glance and adamantly continued toward the back of the palace, seemingly headed for the Pavilion, where Seonghwa was more or less prohibited from setting foot. It was a strictly forbidden area and only a select few individuals were allowed entry with the King and Queen's approval, of course. Unfortunately, Seonghwa was not one of them. Despite the possibility of one day stepping into his father’s shoes, the first-born son still had a playful spirit and occasionally tried to sneak into the forbidden Pavilion. He was a five-year-old child before he was a prince. Although he was determined, Seonghwa’s attempts were always futile. It wasn’t easy going against the rules with more than ten pairs of eyes on him at all times, each tasked with carefully monitoring his every move.
As they reached the stone bridge leading to the Pavillion, Seonghwa’s eyes widened at the beauty before him. The structure was built on one of the ponds in the palace, surrounded by everything green: trees, bushes, frogs, lily pads, even the water was reflecting a beautiful moss color. It was peaceful.
The wild flowers and Beomgyu were long forgotten as the pair crossed the bridge filled with carved sculptures of stone animals. Seonghwa wished to reach out and trace his finger along the carvings, but knew better than to act out of line in front of Her Majesty.
Distant chatter filled his ears and he stifled a sigh. It was always nerve-wracking meeting new people, especially with the weight of his title demanding him to be prim and proper, even in the most uncomfortable situations. Against his will, Seonghwa pushed the nagging thoughts aside and schooled his expression into one of neutrality, as a prince should, hiding any sign of emotion.
Before they walked through the grand opening and into the guests' view, the Queen slowed down.
“Now, Your Royal Highness, it is of utmost importance for you to be on your best behavior. The Hwangs are most esteemed individuals and may prove to be invaluable allies to the royal household. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Very well.”
Seonghwa fell back, her towering form shielding him completely as he trailed just a few steps behind. The familiar sound of the King’s booming laughter brought him some relief. Perhaps the meeting wasn’t as serious as she made it out to be.
“It is a delight to finally have this meeting, Your Majesty.” Happiness dripped from the honey laced words and Seonghwa assumed the voice belonged to the wife of family Hwang.
The Queen paused for a moment, then acknowledged the guests with a nod of her head, a pleased but fabricated smile on her aged yet pretty face. Seonghwa couldn't see much from his hidden position, but it didn’t matter as the child was more immersed in the details of the decor than the oh-so-important encounter. He understood why his parents would want to keep him out of such a beautiful place. Together with his brother, Wonbin, they’d wreak havoc in there. What else was there to do if not break things? A few replaceable statues and sculptures no one would care about anyway.
Before Seonghwa could think of a hundred different ways to reconstruct the Pavilion, Queen Namgil took her righteous place beside her husband sitting on the throne big enough for a dozen men. Seonghwa looked over the many faces present in the room, some familiar servants and his father, the King, who wore his designated red attire and mandatory gat covering his neat bun.
A man, a woman, and a girl sat across from his parents, exuding an air of importance. They were all dressed in luxurious blue and black hanboks, expensive to the eye. It was clear they were not ordinary people, judging by their attire.
The woman, the one with the soft voice, was thin and pale, her skin the color of snow and cotton. Her hair was tied in a low bun, secured with gem-encrusted bobby pins that signified her high status wherever she came from. Seonghwa had only seen that kind of hairstyle on a handful of women in his life, but this one wore it the best. A strange, burning sensation formed in the pit of his stomach, a feeling unfamiliar to his young body. How could this woman sit in front of the Queen and dare to be this pretty? If Seonghwa could, he would cross his arms in annoyance, but instead he shifted his gaze to the man.
He was the complete opposite of his wife. Round and tall, his beard was as large as a berry bush, though very well-kept. A golden sangtugwan sat atop his bun, keeping the light brown strands from unraveling as a gat, similar to the King’s, covered his head. Kindness lingered at the creases of his eyes, reflecting the same demeanor King Sangwoo carried around his subjects, but without the razor-sharp sternness.
It always appalled Seonghwa how beautiful women ended up with men like that, big, old and rich, yet not exactly handsome by any standard.
Glancing at the third and final member of the Hwang family, Seonghwa noticed an empty soban table in front of the girl, who had yet to give him a second of her attention. Features from the older pair were evident on her smaller face. The nose and eyes were replicas of the woman’s while the man blessed her with big lips and… ears. Her black hair was styled in a low braid and tied off with a silk ribbon dipped in a rich hue of red. Seonghwa deeply bowed before taking a seat across from her. The girl did little to acknowledge him and although Seonghwa wasn’t thrilled about people kissing his feet, her nonchalance was getting to him.
“Your Royal Highness, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The woman caught his attention.
Not knowing what to say, he offered her a polite smile which seemed to work, as neither the King nor Queen made a fuss over his reaction.
“Your Royal Highness, I present to you the esteemed Hwang family,” King Sangwoo explained, unbeknownst to him that his wife beat him to it. The Prince nodded despite still having multiple question marks floating around in his head. “This is Military Governor Hwang and his gracious wife, Madam Hwang, alongside their daughter, Lady Hwang.”
Seonghwa hummed in understanding. So they were important people. Practically nobility.
The girl perked up at the mention of her title. She had clearly been daydreaming, Seonghwa realized the moment his gaze fell on her. He also couldn’t help but notice how… unusual she seemed. Not in terms of behavior, but in her appearance. Lady Hwang had the largest ears Seonghwa had ever seen, and her eyebrows were almost nonexistent. And her teeth, well, the few she had, didn't do much to improve her look. But what struck him most was the way she saw the world. She looked at everything with sheer disgust, her lips pressed into a frown and her feline-shaped eyes narrowed, staring intently at whoever or whatever dared to disturb her day.
As the adults talked, emerging into a new conversation every five minutes, the children stayed quiet. Neither were eager for an exchange of words and it gave Seonghwa the chance to listen in on the other's talk. Apparently Governor Hwang had military and administrative authority over Gangwon Province, but it did nothing to explain their presence at the royal palace. The adults eventually continued conversing about matters Seonghwa couldn’t grasp and he was left to his own devices. Stealing a quick glance at Lady Hwang, he almost huffed in disbelief. He couldn’t get past her appearance, she was nothing like the other kids present in the royal residence.
Miyeon, the young palace woman who was assigned to bring Seonghwa his meals, was beautiful despite not being a princess and it would be a great crime to compare Lady Hwang with her. Miyeon was shorter than Seonghwa while Lady Hwang was more than a head taller. Miyeon had the prettiest smile and Lady Hwang didn’t seem to know what a smile was, and if she did it wouldn’t suit her. Her hair was ridiculous too!
No, Seonghwa decided. He would not befriend her. He refused. As prince and future ruler of Joseon, it was his duty to surround himself with noble people. If she wanted friends, she could always befriend his brother.
Thinking back to their first meeting made Seonghwa feel old.
A little more than a decade passed since then and his attempts at ignoring the girl didn’t go as planned. Queen Namgil and Madam Hwang went out of their way to make sure their offsprings were, at least, in a close proximity of three feet. Seonghwa was certain he spent most of his childhood days with Lady Hwang, he soon came to learn her real name was Yeji, than his personal attendant who was expected to put his life aside to monitor Seonghwa. Those planned meetings went on until Seonghwa turned eight, when his duties as a crown prince became more important than measly play-dates with a military governor’s daughter. It wasn’t like they did much anyway. Yeji refused to speak and Seonghwa wasn’t too keen on talking to himself for an hour every Wednesday.
Seonghwa and Beomgyu ambled leisurely through the market of Jeju Island. Numerous fish vendors lined the streets farther from where the royals stayed during their visit and Seonghwa never had the opportunity to venture into the market. He preferred it without all the pampering and extra services of the servants.
Despite the salty air and the fishy smell, it was refreshing. They didn’t have these kinds of markets back at the palace or in the local towns. The fish served on gold platters for the royal family was usually delivered by a fisherman from one of the many islands, but this here was the real deal. Caught from the coast and immediately laid out on display, the fish gleamed with freshness, their scales still reflecting the sunlight before being carefully selected and prepared for eager buyers.
Seonghwa sighed as he took in the sight.
He would miss this. The life of a free man, doing as he pleased. The statement wasn’t entirely accurate, as even a prince had his limits, but at least then he wouldn’t have someone constantly breathing down his neck, asking for offspring and future heirs. In less than a year, he’d be responsible for someone else. A woman passed from one man to another, with dreams and hopes of being entrusted to a pair of gentle hands. Seonghwa glanced at the silver band resting heavily on his ring finger. Yeji had a larger set of rings, gifted to her by the King and Queen under the pretense that they were from Seonghwa, but other than that they were identical and marked their destined future.
Marriage was a passing thought throughout Seonghwa’s youth, something he didn’t give much consideration to, yet he knew it was unavoidable, like the sun rising in the west instead of the east. The late King Donghyun married not once, but four times, and the current King married twice, with the reason being that his first wife died during childbirth. As the heir for the throne, there was no discussion whether he wanted to or not. Marriage was an inevitable occurrence to avoid and Seonghwa made his peace with it a long time ago. Yet, it never really dawned on him what it meant to be tied to someone else. To love and cherish. To create, lead and protect.
The thought of Yeji walking around with a bump, carrying his child sent a shiver down his back.
“Your Royal Highness,” Beomgyu said low enough for only the Prince to hear, “do you wish to retreat to the ship?”
Seonghwa clasped his hands behind his back and hummed, gently shaking his head as he pushed the morbid image of his future aside.
“Say, Gyu, do you possess any regrets in life?”
Despite being companions and friends for years, the questions pointed at the personal attendant always threw him off track. “No, Your Royal Highness.”
“There is no necessity for formality. No one is aware of our identities.”
“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”
Seonghwa pressed his lips in an act of annoyance. The point of the journey was to live a little and explore the world as much as possible before a third party was added to his long list of duties. King Sangwoo never would have agreed to the proposition if it meant his first-born and heir was sailing between islands without an army of a dozen men or a personal bodyguard. Seonghwa had another idea up his sleeve that entailed a hidden identity living as a commoner for a month or two. His father was reluctant at first, but gave in eventually with the condition that Beomgyu was to follow Seonghwa on his travels.
It was a deal set in stone, although Queen Namgil nearly fainted at the sight of her precious prince dressed in loose-fitting trousers and a short jacket the same shade as the dirt beneath his cheap shoes.
Seonghwa smiled at the memory and blew a piece of hair out of his eyes. It was gathered and tied into a knot at the top of his head, but Beomgyu intentionally made it looser, opting for a simple cord instead of Seonghwa’s many silk strings. He wanted to look the part of a commoner and Beomgyu, despite begging no one in particular for forgiveness, was going to grant Seonghwa his wish. However, it didn’t matter how poor Seonghwa appeared to be, his personal attendant still had a hard time treating him as it.
“It is my firm belief that every soul harbours regret of some nature,” Seonghwa suddenly stated, more so to himself than Beomgyu.
The young attendant knew better than to pry into the questions of the Prince and his many musings, but Seonghwa didn’t need follow-up questions to continue with his train of thought.
“For instance, I regret not awarding you a more esteemed rank within the palace. It must be tiring to keep pace with my demands.”
Beomgyu, not missing a beat, shook his head. “Not in the slightest, Your Royal Highness.”
Seonghwa’s head tilted backward as he looked down at the younger boy with a smile. Beomgyu didn’t look like his usual self either. His hair was no longer tied in a low tail but pulled back and hidden beneath a bamboo hat. He, too, wore a dull hanbok that looked as appealing as a frog. Seonghwa straightened out the garment of his jacket and stifled a chuckle. Beomgyu would rather have his eyes clawed out than admit the Prince being guilty of selfish actions.
It was all the more reason for Seonghwa to follow through with his plans.
The rest of the walk was done in silence. Seonghwa’s whole body ached and beomgyu only ever spoke when spoken to, unless they were in the privacy of the Prince’s Quarters back at the palace. They were both tired from walking, interacting with the sellers and soaking in the life of a normal person to further make any conversation.
“We ought to return to the ship soon, Your Royal Highness.”
The setting sun casted an orange glow over the island, painting the objects of nature in a golden hue.
“Indeed, although there is something I desire to do first,” Seonghwa paused. “You may return to the ship, I shall join you soon.”
Being crowned a personal attendant came with a long scroll of rules and tasks that Beomgyu had to devote himself to. Putting his desires aside to aid His Royal Highness all times of the day and if there was one thing he was strictly ordered, it was to never leave the Prince on his own, no matter the circumstance.
Beomgyu gulped, his brown eyes shining with uncertainty. “Your Royal Highness, I cannot possibly do that.”
“Cannot or may not? Obviously you may, as I allow you.”
People maneuvered around them, unfazed by the human obstacle in the middle of the street. Various heavy accents and dialects swirled through the market, some busy marketing and selling their goods, while others chatted idly with their peers.
“You have been my shadow for the entirety of this journey, Gyu. I doubt any harm shall come my way the little time I am left to my own devices.”
Beomgyu shifted uncomfortably on his feet, his hands glued to his sides as his eyes met Seonghwa, searching for a solution to the problem.
“Your Royal Highness… This is not you scheming,” he cast a quick glance to the side and lowered his tone, “to run away again?”
Unable to contain himself any longer, Seonghwa laughed and gracefully covered his mouth.
“Fret not, I merely need some time to myself. I vow to return before the sun has completely set.” Taking Beomgyu’s hands in his, he gave them a reassuring squeeze and flashed a smile warm enough to melt steel.
“Your wish is my command, Your Royal Highness.” He returned the gesture. “And if I may speak comfortably as your friend, if you fail to embark upon the ship before sundown, I shall search the whole island for your presence.”
“I have no doubt in my mind that you shall, however, such action shall not be requisite.” Seonghwa offered him one last smile before letting go and blending into the massive crowd.
Warmth tingled on Beomgyu’s fingers, disappearing along with Seonghwa’s touch, and his expression fell into a stoic one, void of emotion. As he stayed rooted to the ground, tentatively watching Seonghwa’s retreating figure, he would soon come to realize his biggest regret in life.
The smell of stinky fish filled the air around Seonghwa as he slowly and aimlessly walked through the crowd of sellers.
He had only ever seen the luxurious side of the island and beside the seafood and salty air, it wasn’t too different from the palace. Guards were everywhere, servants ready at his every beck and call. The vacation was never really a vacation. Just moving from one suffocating place to another. But this time Seonghwa already felt the corners of his mouth pull down at the thought of departing, of returning home where a grand ceremony awaited him.
A bitter memory played before his eyes and Seonghwa sighed.
“The Hwang family shall be in attendance this afternoon and I trust you to behave with the utmost decorum.” Queen Namgil calmly blew on her chamomile tea, not stuttering over her words. She eyed her children, daring them to push her buttons.
“What are you insinuating, Your Majesty?” Seonghwa raised a brow and let go of his own cup.
“What leads you to believe mother is insinuating something?” Wonbin drove his elbow into Seonghwa’s side, not wishing to be a witness of yet another mother-son quarrel, but the question was dismissed.
“It is nothing, my dear.”
“Is His Majesty aware of this matter?”
Queen Namgil exhaled and gently lowered the cup back onto the soban table. “Of course. It is not entirely just my own decision.”
“I do not understand.”
“There is nothing to understand. It is simply a meeting between adults.”
A humorless laugh slipped through his lips. “Between adults? Then it would not be bold of me to assume their beloved daughter will not be present? Another forced outing for us, hm?”
“Enough! The Hwangs are a most delightful and esteemed family, most welcome at the palace whether you wish for it or not. Lady Hwang is a remarkably charming young woman. I am perplexed as to the source of this hostility, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa balled his hands into fists and refrained from baring his teeth, all too familiar with the consequences of such actions. Before Queen Namgil could order him, once again, to calm down, he stormed out of her Quarters. The calls of his brother fell on deaf ears as Seonghwa made his departure. Beomgyu, who patiently waited outside, immediately followed the hasty steps of the Crown Prince. He didn’t need to see Seonghwa’s expression to notice the exasperation taking control of his entire body, seeping into his every bone and festering on the forty-two muscles on his face. Although having been by each other’s side throughout the entirety of childhood and now stepping into adolescence together, Seonghwa was never keen on being comforted and Beomgyu knew that better than anyone.
He didn’t want to hear whispers of soothing words and reassuring praises. He needed distractions, the kind that would numb the flaring anger burning in his veins or the sadness pressing on his chest making it hard to breathe. As a prince, he could think of many ways to free his body of those emotions. Archery and horse riding were great for blowing off steam, even sparring but Seonghwa was terrible at it, much to his father’s dismay. However, on the days where he was more tired than energetic, nothing could beat the feeling of sitting in a bath of hot water on the brink of leaving burns all over his body.
“Beomgyu, have them prepare the bathing room for me,” he ordered and returned to his private quarters and awaited the bath to be readied.
“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”
The royal servants were always swift in their duties. Though Seonghwa understood that their lives rested in the hands of the royals, he also understood that their speed was not solely born out of fear. There was a deep sense of duty and devotion embedded in their service. The royal servants had been trained from a young age to anticipate the needs of the royal family, often before they even voiced them. Their efficiency was the result of years of meticulous training and a profound understanding of the royal court’s rhythms. Nonetheless, it was highly appreciated.
Beomgyu aided him in undressing and Seonghwa lowered himself in the steaming water filled with different herbs and flowers. He released a breath and willed his muscles to relax. The tension slowly eased from his body and the annoyance that spread across his forehead, almost calling forth a headache, was long forgotten as the burning sensation prickled against his skin.
Seonghwa brought his hand up from under the water, gingerly capturing a floating red flower.
The last time he saw Yeji was around ten years ago.
Winter had surrendered the earthy globe to Spring, who had already begun planting flowers and coaxing trees into bloom. It was a little before Seonghwa’s eighth birthday. A clear set up made by the Queen and Madam Hwang, to hopefully make their children get along. Anyone who wasn’t in the inner circle of the royal family would’ve believed it was their first meeting as the pair remained adamant on not engaging in a conversation. Not more than a simple greeting was exchanged before they fell into a suffocating silence.
Seonghwa didn’t want to speak with her for several reasons. First, she was a girl, and second, they had nothing in common! Aside from Miyeon and the other women of the palace, Seonghwa had never really spoken to women, especially not those his age. The true source of his hostility, however, might stem from his lack of confidence when it came to interacting with them. On another note, the question remained as to why she didn’t even try to strike up a conversation. Wasn’t it a woman’s duty to appeal to a man? Then why would she do the opposite? Nevermind that, Seonghwa had more to lose than she did, a mere daughter of a military governor with no real title to her name. He couldn’t just be associated with anyone.
At the revelation, he scrunched his hand around the flower pistil and tried to fight the second-hand embarrassment from latching onto his cheeks. The childish logic was uncalled for, yet Seonghwa understood why his younger-self was persistent on not befriending Yeji. He was never encouraged to create friendships with the other kids in the palace, but he had to accept his parents’ proposal of befriending her on a whim?
“This is unsettling my stomach. Surely, they would not traverse the kingdom merely for tea and traits, would they?”
The question was aimed at Beomgyu, who was patiently standing behind Seonghwa, ready to envelop the Crown Prince in towels and a clean gwanbok. All of the Parks were expected to wear the attire, but due to their varying ranks within the palace, the decorations on their clothes would differ. The King’s gwanbok was more elaborate, featuring gold embroidery, intricate dragon designs and luxurious jewelry. In contrast, the Crown Prince’s garment was less ostentatious, reflecting his status as the heir to the throne rather than the reigning monarch.
“I am uncertain, Your Royal Highness,” he admitted truthfully.
“Whatever scheme Her Majesty has planned, I wish not to partake and I am certain His Majesty does not wholly align with her sentiments either.” Seonghwa rose from the bath, body wet and bare like the day he entered the world and stepped up on a round, wooden pedestal. It was inching closer to the Hwangs' arrival and as much as he would like to show up late, the Queen would have his head for it.
Beomgyu quickly wrapped a large towel around his naked form, while Seonghwa stood motionlessly, allowing the younger male to dry him. The remaining servants filled the room the moment Seonghwa was covered again and began cleaning the pool. They worked in silence, their footsteps no louder than the flap of a fly’s wings. Seonghwa didn’t want to admit it, but more often than not, their presence seemed to fade into the background under the weight of their silence.
Beomgyu hummed, neither in agreement nor disagreement. He wouldn't dare do so in front of the other servants, as word traveled fast and he'd be doomed to execution by the end of the day. Seonghwa held no grudges, he knew that even the smallest of actions could be deemed treason.
“All may take their leave, save for Beomgyu. I find myself quite dazed by your incessant prancing.”
The women immediately stopped in their tracks, bowed and slowly backed out of the room, their heads constantly down. Beomgyu didn’t falter in adjusting the gwanbok around Seonghwa’s frame, running his nimble fingers over the hems and neatly tying the silk cords to secure the garment. The dark blue hue complimented his hue very well and although the occasion for his dress-up was more than irritating, Seonghwa still couldn’t help but appreciate how the fabric felt against his skin, the weight of the royal garment reminding him of the responsibility he carried.
The moment the doors closed, he found the gaze of his most trusted friend, brows creased and lips pressed in a line.
“If perchance you possess knowledge, Gyu, now shall prove the most opportune moment to share it. Whilst I am still sane, that is.”
A mischievous smile lit up Beomgyu’s face, his eyes narrowing in amusement as a single dimple appeared. Gone was the usual serious, almost hollow expression that aged him and in its place, he looked more like someone his age. Playful, carefree, and full of life.
“Seonghwa-hyung,” he started, and immediately, Seonghwa felt warmth spread through his chest. It had been a long time since anyone had referred to him in that term. He couldn’t even remember the last time his own brother had said it. “I do not possess any knowledge beyond yourself. However, it is no secret that Her Majesty would oppose the visit without any benefit.”
“Gives me further reason to remain cautious of the Hwangs.”
“Of course, Your Royal Highness.”
“How much time until they expect my presence?”
Beomgyu glanced at the waterclock and then back at the Crown Prince with an apology in his eyes. If he was correct, Seonghwa would need to take his leave now before the King was alarmed of his prolonged absence and ordered the royal guards to search the entire premises for his beloved heir.
The King and Queen were already seated in the main hall, clad in their best attires and adorned with the most expensive jewelry possessed. King Sangwoo was seated on his throne, legs folded across each other while Her Majesty on a lower stool. There were two additional seats next to the Queen, reserved for their offspring.
The Park children waltzed in at the same time, Seonghwa in the lead with Wonbin hot on his heels. Both held their heads high and chins straight, the posture drilled into their spines since birth and took calculated steps to their seats, Seonghwa squeezed between the Queen and Wonbin. The Princes were drenched in blue while the King wore his usual red. The Queen, however, stood out the most with her multicolored gwanbok and neatly painted face. The most outstanding features weren’t her clothes or jewels, but the smile reflecting glee that left an uneasy feeling Seonghwa couldn’t shake away.
Cushions were arranged in a single row in front of the throne with enough space for a dozen men to stand between the different seats. An equal amount of short tables were placed on the opposite side of the cushions. Three, Seonghwa counted. One for each Hwang.
It didn’t take long for them to arrive drenched in red garments. The big doors were pushed open and they slowly trailed in one after another, following the usual hierarchical order of man, woman and child. Wonbin, not so subtly, drilled his elbow into Seonghwa’s side and wiggled his brows at Yeji’s presence. The first reaction of the elder was to connect his hand to the back of Wonbin’s neck, but it was neither the time nor place for such actions, so he settled on a quick glare before schooling his expression back to neutral.
Turning forwards, his eyes landed on the person he wished to avoid.
The years were kind to her.
The first thing Seonghwa noticed was her hair. No longer the blonde he remembered, it was now a soft shade of brown that suited her perfectly, styled in a low bun at the back of her head and adorned with simple hairpins that added an elegant touch. She had also grown into her larger ears, an endearing detail that now seemed to fit her perfectly. Without hesitation, Seonghwa’s gaze moved over her face, appreciating the subtle changes time had brought. Her eyes were still sharp, but there was a spark behind them he couldn’t quite pinpoint, no longer the disgust he’d seen all those years ago, but perhaps curiosity, or even a hint of warmth. It was a look that suggested she had grown, not just physically, but in ways he couldn’t fully understand. Her round, button nose had become more prominent and pointed, while her lips had grown fuller, lending her a more mature look. A subtle touch of makeup accentuated her already perfect features, a dash of rouge on her cheeks, a hint of color on her eyelids and lips painted in a beautiful rose shade.
Wary of being caught, his eyes continued trailing down along her body. He recalled her being taller than him, but even there he surpassed her and now she was almost the height of a newly planted tree. The Lady Hwang he remembered was nothing compared to the one standing in front of him.
The Hwangs bowed down in front of the throne, showing their gratitude to the royal family and took their seats. A comfortable atmosphere settled in the main hall as the adults fell in a conversation. A gentle murmur of voices filled the air as they discussed matters of little consequence, the kind of talk that made the room feel warm and inviting. Seonghwa, watching from the sidelines, allowed himself a brief moment of peace in the midst of the quiet chatter. The royal servants gingerly entered the space with trays of food and served the guests, as well as the royal family.
Unlike the adults, the younger ones had yet to exchange a word. Seonghwa didn’t want to appear rude, but truthfully, there was nothing he desired more than to return to his quarters. At least they were being served a feast that kept his stomach pleased. Everyone knew the Crown Prince was not much of a talker during dinner and tonight was no exception. Wonbin, however, had other plans.
“Lady Hwang, it has been quite some time since we last met.”
Yeji offered a polite tight-lipped smile. “It has indeed been Your Highness.”
“If I recall correctly, brother, you were not present during our encounters,” Seonghwa butted in and elegantly stuffed his mouth with rice.
For the first time since she stepped inside the main hall, Seonghwa could feel her eyes on him. Unlike Yeji, he hadn’t changed at all. There was, of course, the natural maturing of his features and a more refined, adult demeanor, but aside from that, he still carried the same familiar aura. His hair, dark as ever, still framed his face the same way, though now it was longer and styled neatly into a topknot. His posture was as relaxed as it had been years ago and it was as if time had passed him by without leaving much of a mark. The Crown Prince of Joseon was still as handsome as the day she first saw him. His large, almond-shaped eyes were set in a sharp gaze, framed by a slender, well-defined nose that complemented his symmetrical facial structure. The perfection didn’t stop there. He had a defined jawline and naturally full lips, redder than strawberries on a warm summer day. Yeji often found herself imagining the grace of seeing him form a gentle, inviting smile, but even now, ten years later, it didn’t seem like she would be witnessing that.
“I do appreciate your recognition of the events, Your Royal Highness.”
Seonghwa halted his chewing and found her gaze, eyes gentle and lips curled in a light smile. It would be considered rude to frown and scoff, crown prince or not, so he swallowed his pride and nodded. That was the most he had heard her say and considering she didn’t speak much in front of him, it was great progress in Queen Namgil and Madam Hwang’s perspective. The two shared a satisfied glance and sipped on their water.
Seonghwa made no further efforts to engage in conversation. Like the servants around him, he spoke only when spoken to and kept his tone strictly formal. Wonbin and Yeji, however, exchanged many words, and Seonghwa didn’t understand what his brother could have in common with a woman of no proper status. But if it meant he was free from a forced conversation, then it didn’t concern him at all.
The dinner was eventually coming to its end, much to Seonghwa’s pleasure. It was outright painful witnessing his brother gloat about the life of a prince and whenever he would laugh, his hand would connect with Seonghwa’s thigh, surely leaving it to bruise overnight. As another laugh of Wonbin died down, he parted his lips to further drive the conversation until Madam Hwang cleared her throat and successfully caught everyone’s attention.
“It has been a most delightful occasion to partake in this splendid evening alongside the royal family. If I may be so bold, it would be an equally great joy to present the matter which has occupied our discourse, Your Majesty.”
King Sangwoo straightened in his seat, avoiding the gazes of his confused children. Queen Namgil, on the other hand, showcased her signature smile, radiating happiness and excitement.
“Your Majesty, if you would do the honors of continuing…”
“I would indeed,” Queen Namgil turned enough to face both Seonghwa and Yeji. “We have settled on an arrangement,” the eighteen year olds glanced at their respective parents, huge question marks hovering over their faces, “that shall strengthen the kingdom for centuries to come.”
“Mother–” Seonghwa began, voice shaky and low, but didn’t get the rest of his sentence out.
The air thinned out and his lungs were too weak to draw it in. Seonghwa remained seated, almost frozen as his eyes widened and lips parted. The rice and meat lost its rich flavors, and Seonghwa could barely swallow the food without coughing it back up. He couldn’t believe his ears. Arranged marriages wasn’t a foreign concept, certainly not amongst the royal families. Everything they did, all of their choices were made to benefit the country. A strategic move to secure the safety of the people.
But that didn’t make it less painful. It was too soon, he thought. There were still a plethora of things he wanted to achieve, travel the land, gain knowledge, experience a period without duties stacked upon his already packed shoulders. Seonghwa wasn’t prepared for the responsibility that came with being a ruler, let alone the list of being married, a husband and eventually a father.
The thing that frightened him the most was the thought that he would never be ready for that part of life.
Though the news turned Seonghwa’s world upside down, leaving him breathless and grappling for air, there was one more person whose life took a different course. Yeji sat completely still. The only visual cue giving others an inkling that she was still breathing was the slight rise and fall of her chest. The announcement was unexpected in the sense that it had come too soon, though not uncanny. It was bound to happen; the question was merely a matter of time.
The neutral expression didn’t reflect the swirling emotions within her: happiness, gratitude, relief. Being married to the Crown Prince of the Joseon was the highest form of honor a girl could experience. If Yeji played her cards right, she could live the life of a royal and her parents wouldn't have to worry about their daughter’s future, whether she'd have food on the table or a roof over her head. In the blur of yellow, a flame, just a dash of red, emerged among the remaining bright emotions. Despite being over the moon, Yeji couldn’t celebrate with the look on Seonghwa’s face that was anything but delighted.
It seemed that, although both parties had no say in the matter, the future thrust into their hands was viewed differently. Yeji saw it as an opportunity for a good life, while in Seonghwa’s eyes, it was an unwanted predicament.
By accident, Seonghwa glanced in the direction of the woman he was being forced to marry. For the first time he didn’t feel any disdain toward her. There was an understanding that they were in the same boat, both pushed toward the same goal whether they had objections or not. No matter how much he wanted to, Seonghwa couldn’t find it in himself to be angry with her. It was unfair, but it wasn’t her fault.
In a vague attempt at getting some type of clarity, he turned to the king. His throat was raw and dry, making the words come out in a painful rasp.
“Your Majesty?”
King Sangwoo sighed. “To be frank, children, the arrangement was established when you were both still very young.”
The crystal ball, which separated Seonghwa from the reality of life, slipped from his fingers and fell toward its impending doom. It shattered on impact with the ground, scattering a thousand pieces in every direction. The sharp edges cut into his skin as he tried to gather them all, but it was to no avail. Even if he managed to collect the pieces, they would already be damaged beyond repair, and would no longer fit together.
That was not the closure Seonghwa had expected.
“How long were you intending to keep this knowledge from him?!” Wonbin, who hadn’t made a noise since the women of each house spoke up, hissed and easily forgot who he was speaking with.
A timid and much gentler voice filled the main hall, the deafening silence making it appear louder than it was.
“I believe that there exists a great reason for the arrangement,” Yeji paused with an innocent smile. “Nevertheless, I also believe it is of utmost importance to hear Your Royal Highness’ thoughts upon the matter.”
Seonghwa’s heart raced as the room’s attention shifted to him, all eyes waiting for his response. His fingers scrunched the material of his gwanbok, partially to keep them from shaking and to ground himself. No words would change the outcome of the situation, Seonghwa was more than well aware of it. Their fate was decided many years ago and an outburst done in defiance wouldn’t give him the escape he yearned for. He glanced up at Yeji who didn’t look jarred in the slightest and wondered what she truly thought of it all.
Did she want this? Did she want to marry the Crown Prince or had she already given up on the fight for freedom? Maybe she was trying to appear selfless in the eyes of the royals by extending an olive branch? Was marriage a means of freedom for her?
Seonghwa couldn't differentiate between honesty and deceit, how was he supposed to rule an entire nation when he couldn’t even see the intention behind his future wife’s actions?
What a sickening thought. His future wife.
Seonghwa took a deep breath and swallowed harshly, a faux smile concealing the sorrow that clawed at his very core, yearning to be freed. “It is a wonderful proposition. I ask for your forgiveness if I may appear ungrateful, but might it not be too early?”
“Nonsense! Lady Hwang is a most fitting match and should you wait any further, it would be difficult to conceive. Is that not so, my child?”
Seonghwa’s focus shifted to the Queen. A vein appeared on the side of her neck, clearly in distress at his deviance. There was no point in hoping for a change of heart. The Queen rarely did what was right for her sons. She always put the nation above them and the persistent flare in her eyes told Seonghwa it wouldn’t be any different now.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Yeji answered.
The flattering smile from before settled across her face and Seonghwa felt a wave of nausea. Half an hour ago, he couldn’t wait for the meeting to end and now they were discussing the possible future of his non-existent child.
King Sangwoo didn’t seem as relieved and joyous as the remaining parents. One would think the King to be happy at the possibility of grandchildren that were suitable to wear the title of a ruler in the future, but it didn’t appear so and Seonghwa didn’t know what to make of the observation because the King didn’t make any move to cancel the arrangement.
“Should there be no further objections, I propose we seal the fate.” Queen Namgil took a sip of her tea, her lips curling in a vicious smile like a fox who just caught its long awaited prey.
“That is an excellent idea, Your Majesty,” Governor Hwang agreed and turned to the King, waiting for his blessing.
“For the nation,” King Sangwoo started and the room repeated in unison, a happy glow lighting the otherwise dark room. Yet the excitement of the visitors fizzed out as the King wasn’t done with his blessing.
“Might the betrothed couple possess a final desire before their union is sealed?”
“Your Royal Highness,” the King called and successfully caught his attention.
There was nothing more he wanted to do than return to his quarters and be left alone for the rest of the evening. No maids, no servants, no Bemogyu. Just him and his thoughts.
“Is there something you greatly desire?”
He blinked at him once, then twice, as if perhaps he didn't understand the question. “Something I… desire?”
Seonghwa wondered what would happen if he asked for the marriage to be called off. Maybe the Hwangs would take offense to his behaviour and agree with him or the Queen would interject before it ever came to that. What was he thinking? The Hwangs wouldn’t willingly ruin their ten-year-long plan of marrying their daughter to the Crown Prince of Joseon, it was too much of a risk and could leave her without any suitors.
If he couldn’t avoid the marriage, he could at least delay it.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Well then, what shall it be?”
“I wish to travel the nation.”
“Travel… the nation?” King Sangwoo parroted and the other adults titled their head in question. Even Wonbin and Yeji showed their confusion by a pinch of their brows.
“I wish to venture beyond the palace walls before my duties render me immobile and bound to these confines. Before I assume the responsibilities of a husband and must attend to my wife's needs.”
“And as for Lady Hwang?”
“I shall ask for His Majesty to grant Lady Hwang whatever it is she wishes, travels, money or any other desire her heart may hold.”
“Honey,” Queen Namgil interjected softly, her voice sugary and sweet, “you cannot possibly be considering–”
“Are you questioning the authority of your ruler?!” He slammed his palm down on the arm of the throne so hard Seonghwa thought the wooden seat would crumble beneath his touch. His roar echoed through the room, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.
Queen Namgil’s mouth fell open and eyes widened into saucers at the booming shout. The King rarely exploded and if he did, the Queen was never on the receiving end. Beneath her pale makeup a shade of red attacked her bright complexion, identical to the color of the Hwangs’ attire.
“As for the Crown Prince and Lady Hwang, their union shall be celebrated upon His Royal Highness' return from his travels. Yet, until that time, a betrothal must be sworn.” King Sangwoo leaned forward, his lips pressing against his entwined hands. “Let it be known that none beyond these walls shall learn of the engagement. We seek not to place either of them in jeopardy.”
The sun was slowly setting, casting a soft glow over the landscape and Seonghwa couldn’t wholeheartedly admire the blend of colors. Looking back at the memory, he didn’t find anything sweet or worthwhile to remember. It was bitter and pulled his lips in a frown. Never in a million years did little Seonghwa think the annoying girl would be his future wife. Perhaps, with the years, he should have figured as much but the other hundred duties that came with being heir to the throne occupied his mind day and night. Yeji didn’t cross it once until her existence was brought up by the Queen and it should’ve stayed that way.
Then he wouldn’t find himself in this situation torn between desire and duty.
The promise of returning before the sun completely disappeared behind the horizon was inching closer to be broken as the warm ball of flames sank faster than Seonghwa anticipated. It wouldn’t be the first time he went back on his words, but this one would surely unleash a wave of panic aboard the Blue Bird and probably reach the King before sunrise if the Crown Prince didn’t return afore that. Yet Seonghwa made no effort to hurry. Walking without anyone breathing down his neck was a freedom he would come to miss because not only was he returning to a life surrounded by guards and servants all hours of a day, but he’d be bound to person until death parted them ways.
He shook the thought away and decided to relish in the moment. The little time he had left as a normal citizen, as just Seonghwa and not the Crown Prince of Joseon.
The previously baby blue sky merged with the sun’s golden droplets, displaying a magnificent canvas of cold and warm tones. No cloud stood between the earth and sky, allowing the moon to slowly illuminate the soil. It was a beautiful sight and Seonghwa wished to store it in his memory forever. But he had places to be, so with one last glance at the busy market, he maneuvered through the sea of people and walked the path leading to the dock.
It had already turned dark by the time he reached the pier and not many people were outside, probably already boarded their ships and tuned in for the night. He peered around in an attempt to find Beomgyu or any other familiar face of the royal court, but it was to no avail. The streets were empty. This was perhaps the only downside of their disguise. Seonghwa couldn’t recognize anyone from the palace by clothing as they didn’t bring any of their ordinary garments from home.
When all hope seemed lost, Seonghwa noticed that a gangway was still open. It was connected to a massive ship, nearly identical in size to the one he had traveled on. A few men walked aboard, but he couldn’t make out their faces. Seonghwa balanced on the balls of his feet, contemplating whether to mouth the ship or go back where he parted ways with Beomgyu, well aware that his attendant would stay true to his words of returning. The glimpse of a head with a bamboo hat moving just over the bulwark made him abandon the agreement he had with Beomgyu.
Stepping out from the shadows, he frowned at the lack of guards by the entrance. It was quite unsettling, but Seonghwa deluded himself into thinking it was simply the ship’s desire to avoid unnecessary attention. A witty remark rested on his tongue as he boarded the vessel, fully prepared to rub it in his best friend’s face, who had doubted him earlier. The light of nature dimmed as the sun traded places with the moon, making it harder to see beneath the darkened sky. Yet as Seonghwa looked over the ship, he couldn’t make out anything that would suggest it wasn’t the same one he had boarded before.
All of his doubts vanished as he was met with the sight of Beomgyu standing on his tiptoes and peering over the other side, unaware of the Crown Prince’s presence.
“Beomgyu?” A small and tired smile graced Seonghwa’s face as he reached for the silk rope tied around the attendant's waist, ready to draw him out of his thoughts.
As his fingertips grazed the fabric, the younger man turned around and wrapped his fingers around Seonghwa’s slender wrist, the grip a tight shackle he couldn’t possibly break and was nothing like Beomgyu’s usual feather touch. The pressure shot up his arm, causing a sharp, involuntary cry to escape his mouth. Seonghwa’s happy expression twisted into one of anguish, brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, and lips parted.
In all of his twenty years of living, Beomgyu had never laid a hand on him. Not even in a comforting manner and to say it caught Seonghwa off guard would be an understatement.
“Who are you?”
Seonghwa’s shaking came to a halt.
That voice did not belong to Beomgyu.
Seonghwa’s eyes flew open in horror as he looked up at the man, who raised his head just enough to reveal his face hidden beneath the bamboo hat. The soft gaze he had expected from Beomgyu didn’t meet his. Instead a pair of round, brown eyes pierced into his soul, eyes that were nothing like his attendant’s. These belonged to a beast, dilated and hard, ready to cause harm. Aside from his murderous stare, the man’s face was quite handsome, oval-shaped, with a long nose and skin a deep golden hue, likely from the many days spent on the water beneath the scorching sun.
Everything about him was sharp and dangerous, so different from his gentle attendant. They were similar in height, but while Beomgyu lacked muscle, the stranger made up for it with his broad shoulders and strong grip. Even their hair colors were worlds apart. Where Beomgyu’s hair was a soft brown, this brute’s was darker, almost black. As if that wasn’t enough, his presence alone seemed to fill the air with a tension that made it hard to breathe.
“I won’t ask again. Who are ya?” He emphasized the words, his voice growing louder and deeper with each syllable.
The hair on the back of Seonghwa’s neck stood up and his bones trembled, but not from the nipping cold. He racked his mind for an answer that wouldn’t lead to his death, yet it was all blank. The weight of the situation seeped into him like water flooding a basement, rapidly draining the air from his lungs and filling him with an overwhelming sense of dread.
The brute could snap his body in half if he so desired and Seonghwa was certain the man himself was aware of it, judging by the bony texture of Seonghwa's own frame. Then why was he treating him as though he were the greatest threat to his life?
“Spit it out, would ya?”
“Who are you?” Seonghwa choked out, his voice high-pitched, and the man would have nearly missed it if not for their close proximity.
Where this newfound confidence came from was a mystery greater than the wonders of the sea itself.
The man sneered and his perfect teeth gleamed white. “D’ya have a death wish?”
The brief, half-hearted combat training he’d undergone due to the King’s orders was of no use now. He prayed for his survival. Promising that, if he made it out alive, he would master swordsmanship in return and never again question the King’s commands. At the mention of death, Seonghwa abandoned all rational thought and acted purely on instinct. With all his might, he brought the stranger’s hand up to his face and sank his teeth into his skin, hard enough to leave marks. A rough yell pierced Seonghwa’s ears, but he didn’t let go, holding on until the bruising fingers released him as if burned.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through his body and it was a miracle he didn’t stumble over his own feet. His pulse echoed in his ears and his mouth tasted of blood, whether it was from the man or the dryness of Seonghwa’s throat, he didn't care. There was no other goal in mind than to get off the ship and run as far away as his legs would carry him.
The Crown Prince managed, with his poor stamina, to take only a few steps before a sharp pain seared through the back of his head. Seonghwa collapsed to his knees, the planks burning into his skin, though he didn’t register the discomfort. He fought to stay conscious as his eyes grew heavier with each passing second, while feeling a slight swaying, unable to tell if it was his imagination or the waves rocking the ship.
The last thought that crossed his mind, just before the black dots closed in on his vision and he lost consciousness, was the image of Beomgyu growing antsy the longer he waited for the prince. Followed by the panic that would wash over him as he realized Seonghwa wasn’t coming and that something had gone terribly wrong.