Introduction
🍁~Welcome~🍁
You have chosen the path for
This path Lee Jaeyoon
is for you, the Queen, to be
married to the prince of Thorn.
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"I have never seen you in such disarray!" Your mother breathes out, surprise etching her face as she walks into the room, catching the sight of you in full panic.
It was true. You had never been this anxious before in your life. Not even when you became the Queen of the country your parents were ruling years before you! You have always been collected and calm.
Today was different, though. It was your wedding day. You had been busy preparing everything that your nerves hadn't really settled in your properly. Now that it was more apparent, it was less easy to handle. You were a hot mess.
"Darling, put the hairspray down," your mother says and she inches closer to you. Her hand covers your own over the near-empty bottle. "Your hair will become a crunchy disaster."
You look at her in the mirror, watching as she gently places down the can. Next, she grabs the black comb from the dresser and Combs your hair delicately, like she had years ago when you were young. You sighed and let her do her work.
"Mother," you start, twirling a hairpin between your fingers. "Why do I feel so anxious? It's truly upsetting to feel so bothered."
This was the first you had ever had so much adrenaline in your body. Besides the first time you met your husband, that is. When he gazed into your eyes across the ballroom, your heart had sped up. It was such an unfamiliar feeling, you couldn't help but let yourself fall into a trap of desire upon being in his arms. It gave off a comfortable, familiar feeling. That was why you chose him.
She smiled at you through the mirror, taking the pin in your hand before poking it through your large mass of hair. "It's quite normal for a woman on her wedding day to feel jittery. You are just not use to it is all. When the sun falls in the evening, and the day becomes night, you will feel better."
Trusting her words, you nod. She gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room again. You reach out to grab the white tin makeup can before you, but a knock to your bedroom door caught your attention. You turned to watch your father now enter.
"My beautiful daughter," he says with a small smile. "I hear you are nervous? How can that be? The Queen of this country is never nervous!"
His joke seemed to ease your stress a little. "Father, what is the reason for your presence?" You ask, facing back towards the mirror to apply your makeup. The dress you wore was a royal red, long and stunning. If you were to apply a different shade of red on your lips, it would harm the appearance. Best be careful.
He shakes his head and sits on the chest at the end of your bed. The black container creaked a little as he did so. "I'm here to wish you luck. Don't be like me and make a mess of the wedding. Your mother was angry for weeks!"
Your heart fluttered at the memory of the stories your parents would tell you. Often times it would result in them playfully arguing over what truly happened the day they got married. It was a large celebration for the whole country, and somehow your father had made a mistake big enough for all the people to remember it joyfully.
It was not something you wanted. After shooing your father away, you finished getting ready. Although not entirely satisfied, you decided it was best to deal with your looks and not continue to change it. Sitting on your bed, you awaited the news and calling of the bride.
You took a deep breath and left the bedroom. As you walked down the stairs, your heels clicking against the marble floors, you noticed the doors to the main room were closed. Your husband stood in front of the doors, staring up at you with wide eyes and a face full of awe.
"Jaeyoon," you whispered in surprise, his appearance quite charming. It was much more handsome than you had expected. Although similar to the night you had first met, his clothing was more sharp and now red. Your mind flashed the memory of his white and blue outfit from last time and you couldn't help but compare it.
"My Queen," he whispers back. His eyes glow as he takes your hand within his grasp. "You look ravishing!" His lips slowly and softly place a delicate kiss to your hand.
"And you look so handsome." You place a hand over his cheek and stare at him. The love you felt for this man was undeniable. "You have grown so much is the small time I have known you."
'Which is a good thing', you remind yourself.
Such a playful man he is. And yet, you couldn't help but love that side of him. A playful, teasing man who loved to get you worked up. But he was powerful and stunning nonetheless. He was a brilliant Prince.
Jaeyoon grins and holds your cheek to his face. "Are you ready to let the world know of our love?"
You nod. "Of course I am. You will become my king and everyone will know your status. No one with dare to harm you."
His eyebrows wiggled suggestively, causing you to undoubtfully make a face. "And we will have lots of babies!" He takes your hand to entangle with his own before turning you two to face the closed doors.
You sighed at his words but didn't further speak. If you did, you were afraid your voice would waver from the nerves. You gripped his hand tightly and moved so that your arm rest on his. The guards took that as a signal to open the doors, allowing everyone in the massive room to turn their heads.
An man announced your presence. Everyone bowed lowly at the sight of the two of you, and you lifted your head high, knowing that this was the best choice you had ever made.
"Can't wait for the honeymoon," Jaeyoon mumbles.
You inhaled sharply as you attempted to ignore his words and walk down the side steps and to the alter.
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Thank you for choosing Jaeyoon.😊
His pathway has ended~🍂
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*I'm sorry for the late update! My daughter was just born on the ninth of November. I've been caught up a little bit😅*
