Her Royalty Mess | Winrina

2.

"Unhand me! You are utterly insufferable! You have no respect!" Jimin huffed, glaring at the woman who, in turn, was busy cringing at the way she spoke.

They had just entered the woman’s small home, and with zero gentleness, Minjeong aggressively dropped the princess onto the couch.

"Can you, like, stop talking like that? You sound ridiculous," Minjeong teased, crossing her arms.

Jimin gasped dramatically, her eyes widening in utter disbelief.

"It is customary for the people in my kingdom to speak with dignity! Especially towards someone of my status—a princess! You have no right to instruct me on such an inappropriate—"

"There you go again with that 'princess this, princess that' nonsense. Be honest, do you have some sort of head injury? Or mental issue?" Minjeong quipped, raising a brow.

Jimin tilted her head. "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked calmly, her expression making her look strangely adorable for someone throwing a fit.

Minjeong almost forgot how annoying she was. Almost.

"I mean," Minjeong coughed, snapping out of it, "the way you act and talk is not normal."

Jimin still looked confused, so Minjeong sighed dramatically.

"Just look at yourself! The way you're dressed—going around in that ridiculous dress and a literal crown on your head. Only abnormal peeps play dress-up like that!

"But I am a princess!" Jimin interrupted, her tone deadly serious.

"I'm so tired of hearing that," Minjeong groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "Yeah, you’re definitely not right in the head—"

"You insolent woman! Do not provoke me! If we were in my kingdom and you dared speak to me this way, the royal knights would have either executed or tortured you by now!" Jimin declared, lifting her chin with pride.

Minjeong blinked. Then swallowed.

…Was she serious?

"N-No way," Minjeong stammered before shaking her head. "Listen, if you wanna play this little princess role-playing game, I don’t have time for it. Do you have a contact number for someone who actually knows you? Maybe they can help—"

"Ahhh! This is so frustrating! You are the most infuriating peasant I have ever met! You stupid human!" Jimin shrieked, stomping her foot.

Minjeong frowned, pointing at herself.

"For your information, I have a name. It’s Minjeong."

"I do not care!" Jimin snapped. Then, dramatically raising her arms, she exclaimed, "Father! Mother! Do you hear me?! I demand that you punish this woman immediately! She has shown me no respect!"

Minjeong instinctively took a step back.

"Yeah, no. She's actually insane," she muttered under her breath before pulling out her phone and dialing her best friend.

"Yo, Ryujin?"

The princess's ears perked up.

"What is that thing in your hand?" Jimin asked, squinting at the phone.

"Oh, come on. Quit the act," Minjeong rolled her eyes.

"I am telling the truth—"

"Yes, I need you here, like, right now! This is an emergency!" Minjeong yelled into the phone, making Jimin flinch.

"Yes, please. I'll be waiting. Thank you!" Minjeong quickly ended the call, only to notice Jimin stepping away from her in visible panic.

"...Why are you backing away?" Minjeong frowned.