(yes it's sam not san not a typo! in case anyone's wondering, this is how u say 'three' in cantonese — the language i grew up speaking alongside english & mandarin! and yup, all chapter titles r how u say the corresponding number in cantonese~)
cw: mild description of woman's body parts.
they r very mild and have nothing to do with sex (the idea is, but not the actual description) but in case anyone feels uncomfortable about it, i'll put a ✧ before and after!
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the prince sighed, not knowing how much longer he'll have to sit here. he's been here pretty much the entire day, watching girls after girls after girls pour in from every kingdom near theirs and appeal to him and his parents.
the prince just did the usual things that would only pass as being polite and definitely not as being interested: bowed when the court advisor announced the kings and queens, kissed the back of their daughter's hand, and continued to smile at them when they started to brag about how she's good at doing this and that but most importantly, good for breeding.
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honestly, the thought of it made the prince sick. he never, ever wanted to have sex with women. it's just tragic and unfortunate that his father doesn't realise it. his father had been trying to make his son notice these women in front of them, saying to the prince to notice how big her tits are, or how her height would just be perfect for you to play with, son.
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and the prince was slowly getting more and more bored by all these princesses who were clearly suffering under their corsets. poor girls, he thought, always have to become this impossible, unrealistic stereotype of their gender.
it wasn't until two knocks were heard from the other side of the door that he decided to sit up. all royalties were to be announced by trumpets followed by the announce of where they're from and their names. perhaps it was his tutor or something, which san would gladly slip away to do some stupid maths if that meant he could get away from here.
the doors opened and to his disappoint, it was madame lim, who was his manners mentor and generally speaking, the super strict nanny of the palace. however, san's interest was on the boy behind her. san had never seen him before. that means that he must here for some kind of reason. the boy was dressed well as well, but something told san that the boy wasn't of royal descendants.
not that he minded, though. the more he pisses off his dad, the better. it's about time that homophobic old man stepped down from the throne and let the new blood change the kingdom.
"your majesties, your highness. i bring to you the moon dust of south korea, jung wooyoung."
the said boy bowed a perfect 90 degrees. something about wooyoung must've interested san, although he did not know what yet. he sat up straighter and leaned his two elbows on his knees, clearly showing interest now.
the boy's eyes trailed to him after lingering a bit on his parents. when wooyoung's eyes landed on his hands, his eyes widened, making san frown. he looked down to see if anything's there, but there was nothing except for his hands.
"jung wooyoung ssi," his mother called out, making wooyoung turn his head towards the queen and smiled softly. "i'm sure you know why you've been summoned to the palace."
