The brunette paused. "Strange request. Why?" she asks skeptically.

Hyewon grinned. "Because you're going to lead me into the kitchens."

"Wait- Are you abandoning Prince Riki on your first day?" Ayeong gasps.

A sly look appeared on Hyewon's face, "Technically, I am following orders. I'm not leaving him without protection or something. Yeonjun's a great fighter," she assures her.

"Prince Riki will be furious- It's not going to leave a good impression, Hyewon-san."

She shrugs. "Well if I wasn't supposed to, General Kang and the emperor should've been more specific. All they said was to leave someone on guard when I leave post," she concludes.

Ayeong sighs. "Very well, but if you are to get in trouble, it is not my fault." she shoos Hyewon. "Now take a bath before I change my mind."

"Fine."

-

Prince Riki woke up, feeling very annoyed and displeased.

He raked his hair back and scowled when a certain female guard popped into his mind.

Tch. That girl thinks she's better than me? Hah!

She had some spunk, that he could admit. But she was insufferable, outspoken, and was utterly disrespectful.

He rolls his eyes. And to think he had to deal with her until the dispute between the West was over. Over his dead body.

And the knife! How did she manage to retrieve the knife so quickly without raising a hand? Only very few could wield those kinds of weapons and even less if they were not gifted with a talent. She certainly looked nothing special, but it could be that there was something hidden about her. Riki found it intriguing. He was going to find the bottom of it no matter what.

Perhaps she really is a trained spy for the West!

He relished the idea of her allegiance to the enemy being found out and all the punishments she could receive. Burning? Hanging? Boiling in hot water? Beheading? Ah, the possibilities were endless.

If only his dreams could become reality. He should probably stop fantasizing about her death and get ready for breakfast.

-

After getting dressed, he was escorted by a butler to the banquet hall.

When the prince entered, he scanned his surroundings for his 'guard', only to be surprised when it came clear that she was not there.

Instead, there seemed to be someone as her replacement. A tall man, not as tall as him of course, stood in the corner, his sword strapped by his waist. He reminded him of a fox, his eyes bright and mischievous.

He bows. "Good morning, my name is Choi Yeonjun-"

Riki cuts him off with a hard stare. "Where is Cho Hyewon?"

Yeonjun blinks before smiling apologetically. "She sent me as her substitute for today. I don't know where she is, she did not specify."

So she abandoned her position. On the first day, of all things. He forced himself to be calm, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists. He turns to the butler, "Find the location of Cho Hyewon." Riki orders coldly.

The butler bows. "Of course."

She thought she would get away with leaving post, huh? Unbelievably shameless.

He sits down and picks at his food. Seems like his parents weren't going to attend the morning meal again. Even though they had eaten together just last night, it was also in the presence of the general and Hyewon.

Riki knew they were busy, especially since the kingdom was on the brink of war. Meetings were to be attended, papers were to be read, compromises were to be negotiated. But a small part of him in the bottom of his heart still wished they would take the time to, at least, eat as a family.

His heart steeled. He scoffs at his own softness. He couldn't afford to look so weak.

As he was lost in his thoughts, the butler had come back. "Cho Hyewon is in the kitchen, sir."

Looking up, he furrowed his eyebrows. "The kitchen?" He stands up. Riki points at Yeonjun. "You. Let's go to the kitchen."

A maid scuttled over. "But Your Majesty, you haven't finished-"

He interrupts. "I wasn't hungry anyway."

Hm. Why would she be in the kitchen?


A/N: Excuse the boring chapter, my brain fizzled out halfway through writing it and I just wanted to get to the good parts :,)

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