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thong-in-the-twist · 7 years

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Summary: there is no more horrifing force on Earth than humiliated and furious woman, Joseon dynasty!au, optional bias

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It’s warm and comfortable. Peaceful.

And awkward.

It takes you longer than you’d care to admit, to try to somehow reciprocate his hug. It’s an action well though-out, pros and cons weighted carefully, so you can choose best way to behave.

And here the best you can do is to try to imitate his actions.

So you slowly, maddeningly slowly, raise your hands, allowing yourself to fist your fingers on the back of his exquisite hanbok. You know the texture, you’ve touched it so many times, and the edge of the golden (you can see it in your mind) round embroidery is as familiar.

He reacts tightening his embrace, and your eyes start to blink wildly, the only sign of distress you can allow yourself. You are not accustomed.

Finally he back away, looking at your face, his eyes following the lines and the shadows, and you still your eyelids, looking back at him. He is handsome, no point in denying that, even if in this slightly boyish fashion, certain asymmetry of his face being his hidden asset.

He raises one of his hands to put it delicately on your face, rough fingers alien on your skin, and he brushes his thumb across your cheekbone. You look down, escaping his gaze, not being able to stand his loving gaze anymore.

You feel dirty using his feelings.

And maybe he feels that. Maybe he does, because his other hand drops from your back, and a lighting of panic surges through your veins, a terrible fear of being exposed invades your mind, but then Prince grabs your hand, left one, the injured one, and he brings it up, taking the glove off, until he can see the mark.

You whimper, closing your fist – relived that you were not yet exposed, and uncomfortable that he is reading the whore off your skin.

He forces your fist open. He is not rough, he is not using force, but he is relentless and demanding and soon, the white scar is clearly visible, even if upside down.

His black hanbok shimmers, when be bows down, lifting your hand up. They meet in the middle: your scar and his soft lips.

“Your Highness…” You whisper, the sound choked, since you don’t even know how to react, warmth creeping up your spine and cheeks. He moves your hand north, and he rest his forehead against it, your middle finger on the bridge of his nose.

He sighs. Long and weary.

“Jeonje.” He answers your call, with changed voice, uneven and wavering.”Jeonje, I am sorry. I am so sorry, that I couldn’t protect you, that I wasn’t there to stop…”

His voice breaks at the end of the phrase, and he sighs, back shaking.

You know that he is upset, and he means his words, but it’s hard to listen to them, when you know the culprit, and you know that it’s indirectly his fault as well. And you’ve never been the one to lament things that cannot be changed. No use, right?

It’s better to focus on the future.

“Your Highness, I am sorry that I made you worry about me.” You say, as you were thought to do. You shouldn’t make anybody worry about you, and if you do, you should apologize.

The words, even if not exactly truthful, do the trick, Prince straightens, and composes himself.

He wasn’t crying, and you are thankful for this small blessing.

“I relish every second I spend worrying about you.” He answers with all sincerity he can gather, which is not a lot, for a person that is bond by conventionalities. Which is still way more than you can do.

There is no such thing like sincerity in the internal court.

“Sit.” He says, and in contradiction to his words don’t allow you to sit, where you’ve been standing this whole time. He leads you to his desk, and behind it, and he forces you to sit next to him, on his mattress.

A place where even Crown Princess couldn’t sit. Especially not next to him.

“Your Highness.” You try to protest, weakly, but he silences you, and just rests on of his hands on your side, and keeps you close, as the other one brings book he was reading back to him.

“Will you keep me company?” He asks, turning his head to look at you, face unguarded, and you smile at him, you hope – fondly, and nod.

He starts to read, which turns out to be really boring for you. You get to sit, in his seat, in his chamber, surrounded by luxury, and being hold against his side with a protective hand above your hip, and nothing happens.

Nothing that could help you along the way.

You try to tell yourself that you need to be patient, and wait for your chance, but you find it hard to achieve. Patience seems to be escaping you.

“Your Highness!” It’s eunuchs voice, ringing loudly, and it startles both of you.” Crown Princess has arrived.”

Your heart skips a beat, in utter terror that engulfs you in a mere second. You jerk in Prince’s hold, flight instinct turning on, but Prince doesn’t budge.

“I am not to be disturbed!” He answers loud enough to be heard through the doors. Everybody knows, you and Prince in the room, and people outside it (Crown Princess included) that even though he was speaking to his eunuch, words where directed and Princess.

“Your Majesty, Prince, it’s me, Crown Princess! I’ve came to see you.” You jerk again hearing her voice, and you look pleadingly at Prince.

You don’t want to be depended on him, but until you gather enough strength to be able to stand on your own, Prince must be your pillar, your sword and your shield.

“I am not to be disturbed!” Prince repeats with a hint of irritation in his voice.

You hope that Princess wouldn’t be brave enough to dare to ignore her husband’s words.

“Prince, you would use a breath of a fresh air and a walk to calm your mind and refresh the body. You can’t spend your whole time in your chambers.”

“Your concern has been noted, my wife, but I don’t have time now to humor you.”

It’s cold. Knowing that their relationship is not good is one thing, but hearing it in person, how cold and indifferent Prince is, is another story. You needed to stop yourself from flinching at his words. The phrasing he used, the vocabulary, the tone, it was all aimed to hurt and ridicule.

Somehow, even the my wife sounded like an insult.

Which made you wonder.

What did Princess do to deserve this treatment?

Answer doesn’t come.

You turn your head to look at him, and Prince is already back to reading, his jaw set, and eyes unmoving – so he is only pretending to read.

As you thought, his own words and his own hateful feelings disturb him.

So once again you become brave, determined to help him to calm his heart.

You shift slightly, one of your legs, coming to rest on top of his thigh, your cyan skirt contracting with his black robes, and you reach out, your healthy hand finding his jaw, and you turn his head to you.

It’s daring, and dangerous, but it’s nothing compared to what you are planning to do. He looks at you with his eyes wide, and unreadable expression, but you ignore it, just like you ignore the trepidation of your heart, and you move forward to plant a swift kiss on his forehead.

It’s a barest touch of your lips, just a motion, an imitation of a kisses you received from your mother when you were young. It always calmed you, and made you feel loved and safe.

You’ve overstepped your boundaries, but with so many already passed, one more is nothing. You guess you should get accustomed to that, because you are bond to overstep many in your future.

Even the closest one, as Prince proves, his hands finding your jaw, and he answers your chaste, loving kiss, with a kiss of his own – the claiming, demanding one.

His upper lip fits perfectly between yours, and you whimper, when his mouth closes on your lower lip. You don’t know how to react, so you just shut your eyes, and you allow your hands to fist on Prince’s black clothes. His thumbs are caressing your skin, when he backs away a little to kiss you again. He teases your lips with his own, and with his teeth, and you are getting flustered, not knowing what to do, how to react, how to answer.

So when you try to mimic him, for the first time, your teeth shyly grazing his lower lip, he groans, and you feel a touch of wet on your lips.

Is it his tongue?

Your non-existing experience is obscuring your way, you have no idea how to proceed, but when persistent muscle dips between your lips, you have only one thing you can do.

You slide your mouth open.

And that is the moment when magic starts. In mere seconds you feel overwhelmed, in dire need of oxygen, hot, and like you’ve discovered way to eternal happiness.

When you start to see colorful patches behind your eyelids from the lack of air, he moves away, and you take a gulp after gulp of air, face flushed, and feeling completely out of your depth, but eager to discover what the deep water is hiding.

You open your eyes, curious, to look at his face, and you can see the tint on his cheekbones, and nostrils flaring with every hard-earned breath, and eyes staring intently into your face, as he brushes loose curls out of your forehead.

You speak up first.

“Your Highness. I am sorry, but I believe that Jo Palace Lady and other maids will notice that I am gone for so long.” You say, kicking yourself mentally as you do so. Somehow, you don’t want to go.

“Nonsense.” He snorts, and you wish you had his confidence. But you were born a woman, so you must fight to earn it.” Eunuch Hong will take care of it.”

“I will, Your Highness.” Eunuch’s voice startles you, and the realization that he can hear everything that is happening in Prince’s chambers makes you uncomfortable. Which is stupid, because you knew that from the first day in the palace. Paper and wood is not the best insulator. “I will send to kitchen for night snacks as well.”

“Do so.” Orders Prince, absentmindedly closing his book. Answering yes, Your Highness comes, and you can hear steps fading away.

Night snacks.

It sounds ominous, it sounds scary.

But in the end, it’s the thing you need to do, it’s a thing you decided to take upon yourself.

And you are not going to waste your chance.

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