#enmyeonghwan

[enmseolmae]

‹ through the grapevine ›

( @enmyeonghwan​ )

Civilian clothing felt nice sometimes. The court maid uniforms were made of quality fabrics, so the workers could present themselves with the prestige of the palace. Almost ten years passed but neither the prestige, nor the palace itself, were things that suited Seolmae. Whenever she had to accompany Prince Yeonghwan out to the market like this, she found comfort in the more plain and average threads.

She dared not to call herself a shadow of His Highness, but there were multiple times where she felt like one. Wherever he went, if he asked her to follow, she’d be three steps behind him at all times. She grew used to seeing the world frame itself around His Highness’ posture from behind. If she thought of the image in front of her as a painting, there was a way he commanded the landscape by merely existing within it.  It could be mere personal bias due to prolonged exposure, but it was unmistakable to her that he had an innate noble presence about him. 

An old seller gestured at His Highness. “Sir! Sir! Would you like to buy some persimmons? They’re really fresh, I swear by it. How about pears?” The seller shifted his eyes over and caught her gaze. “Tell your young master to come check out my stand.” 

Seolmae had seen this before. The seller knew if a servant spoke up first, they ran the risk of upsetting their master if their master wasn’t interested. The seller got what he wanted if the master complied; if the master didn’t, then the seller would act indignant. If the servant kept mum, then the seller would use that as an opportunity to indirectly curse at the master through the servant.

Seolmae kept quiet. Between all those choices, she was okay with being the buffer between the harsh words and His Highness. 

“Oho! So that’s how rude servants are nowadays. Guess nobody taught you manners,” he called after them. “Go on. Walk away. There’s no respect for anything anymore. Cowards in the palace, and ill-mannered people outside of it.”

#enmyeonghwan #(para) through the grapevine #eek please tell me if you need anything changed

[enmsunmi-blog]

punishments suck ~ yeonghwan

@enmyeonghwan

It was almost routine that Sunmi would be stuck doing some sort of tedious chore due to her obstructive behavior. Her latest feat to date consisted of wacking several of her dance instructors in the face (she wasn’t trying) but it resulted in severe scowls from both her instructors as well as her mother’s stern disapproval. The woman wanted a perfect puppet of a daughter who could twirl around gracefully and display a radiance of womanly charm. But she was lacking in those sorts of things. She did have the nerve to complain to her mother that she was simply incapable but it only resulted in a harsher scolding where she wasn’t trying hard enough. But she did try - these things just didn’t suit Sunmi. At this point in her life, she looked forward to her punishments - it meant she had time to think for herself. She didn’t self reflect on her actions anymore - she knew who she was and no amount of discipline would force her into becoming a mundane wallflower. 

Today’s punishment was lighter than the usual. Perhaps it was because her mother was growing tired of forcing Sunmi to change. Though usually when it was lighter, it meant that there would be impending doom for her in the future. Those dooms usually meant some sort of marriage arrangement. But Sunmi was confident that it would break just like every other one. She had a natural knack of scaring off potential husbands with her antics. She sighed, biting her lip as she stood hovering over one of the elaborate royal gardens. Without much of a thought, she dumped the contents of the tea kette upside down, watching as the liquid splattered onto an empty patch of dirt. She was suppose to also clean them but what fun was pouring tea in the kitchen when the sun was bright and the air was fresh? 

After she poured, she’d squat down (her mother would certainly kick her behind for such an inappropriate gesture) and move forward to the next kettle. She was lost in the routine of the task that her awareness was little to zero. 

#enmyeonghwan #p: punishments suck

[enmitykrp]

✩ ⋆* ☾ I’VE HEARD MANY THINGS ABOUT THAT HAN YEONG HWAN …

An ILLEGITIMATE PRINCE of the palace, they are a TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD NEUTRAL and the son of Court Lady Han (Prince #CLH). In another life, I imagine they would look a lot like KANG HANEUL. What a shame that such a person faces such adversity …

HISTORY: 

Yeong Hwan has been misunderstood since his illegitimate birth. When he was young, his reserved and introverted demeanor was often mistaken as resentment and disrespect for the king and his own siblings. Truth be told, he did always feel like the odd one out when it came to him and his siblings. He knew that his mother wasn’t a queen and that his parents weren’t married, but he never felt any resentment towards his family because of this. As people made assumptions about him, however, he started to feel alienated from the royal family, even though he carried the title of a prince.

When he was 16 and people’s doubts about him still hadn’t subsided, he voiced his thoughts to his mother. He felt like he didn’t belong in the palace, that he was a prince just by title–which was a meaningless title at that. That’s when his mother reminded him that king Hyeonjong was also considered illegitimate by his own mother. This gave him strength–for the first time he felt like he had a unique connection to his father that none of his siblings could relate to. It allowed him to dream, that maybe one day, if fate decided it, he could continue his father’s legacy even though the odds were against him. That way he could still be somebody.

Yes, he often felt like his life didn’t have purpose. Why was he here when he was so obviously not the same status as his siblings? The prospect of making something bigger of his life, of taking matters into his own hands, steered him towards martial arts, archery and sword fighting. He discovered that the physical exercise was not only a great way to let out his frustrations and stress, but he started loving having meticulous control over his body. It was the one thing he had complete say over. He grew up to be a talented swordsman and still devotes a lot of time to perfecting his ever growing skills.

His youth was a never-ending struggle with his self worth. He thought himself weak for being so bothered by it in the first place. He often told himself not to be so sensitive, that he was only as worthless as he made himself to be. He grew a lot in his late teens, in both build and confidence. His physical strength was quickly followed by blossoming confidence and determination that he could do anything he set his mind to, as long as he gave himself the time to do so. He admired his father, who he believed also did this for himself, though he never got a chance to tell him this. It devastated him when people suspected him of being the one behind the murder, but because of his personality, he didn’t know how to make people believe otherwise. He has always denied it, but his stubborn and seemingly cold personality left him not very likeable for a lot of people. Aware of this fact but unwilling to pretend to be different, he has given up on trying to convince people it wasn’t him.

PERSONALITY:

Yeong Hwan is a person who believes in hard work, perseverance and relying on yourself rather than other people. He believes he won’t get anywhere in life if he doesn’t put in the maximum amount of effort, and doesn’t mind doing so either. He’ll look down on anyone who takes life for granted, but isn’t someone to quickly call people out when they do. He thinks quitting before getting something done, whether it is perfecting a fighting technique or showing up at an extremely tedious royal event that he really doesn’t want to go to, is not an option for him. He has also taken it upon himself to not get too attached to anyone in the palace. He knows that he is at a disadvantage when it comes to his status, and that some people don’t even consider him a prince, because of his mother. He always expects the worst in people, that way it can only get better. The only person he wholeheartedly trusts is his mother, who doesn’t live in the palace anymore. It would take a tremendous amount of effort to get him to trust a person, and even then, the chance that he has no doubts about said person, is extremely small.

#enmyeonghwan #enm:accepted #enm:neutral #enm:clh