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Introduction
The evening was rolling by smoothly, it had seemed. One by one everyone had entered the palace, each smiling and laughing out of courtesy of those around them. You greeted most of them-the best you could, at least- and found a small topic to chat with some to keep you busy.
Of course, deep inside your heart, you couldn't conceal the anxious feeling that built up. Nine princes were to come today, each asking for your hand in marriage. It was your decision, as the queen of the country, to find your next king. As due to the incessant pushing of your peers and the court, you must be able to have a child of royal blood by the next year.
Knowing you were not so interested in fighting them over it, as you too agreed to have some stable help from a partner, you created the ball to show them that you were willing to find a husband. You grew up in such an uptight, but smoothly run monarchy. It was your destiny, as taught, to do so.
Sipping lightly at the drink in your hand, your eyes swept over the joyous room. It attempted to overlap in your heart, the fluttering feeling of such good memories making you smile. You would prefer this feeling over the jitters your stomach was providing. Nursing the drink a bit longer to soothe your nauseousness, you stayed in the background to watch over without being too involved before the grand moment.
Almost as instinct you could feel your father's eyes on you. You didn't dare glance his way, knowing it would only be you to blame for putting him in a mood. He preferred you not get married on a whim, but by love, like he did with your mother. Alas, this was your choice. For the kingdom, you liked to tell him.
Trying to avoid conversation with him, once again, you place down the drink and walk toward the center of the ball room. Clapping your hands together, you waited for the servants to mimic you until the whole room became quiet. Some were amazed at gesture, unfamiliar with it, and others just smiled and awaited the news.
You smiled. "Thank you all for coming for this lovely evening. I am very pleased with tonight's view, and how I can share it with each one of you. Please, have some food and drinks as you wait for the princes. They won't be too much longer, I presume."
The large group of people bowed to you in respect before the servants took it as their cue to come out with more foods and entertainment pieces. Your eyes followed a few of them to make sure everything was perfect before your attention was drawn to a young man who stood before you.
You straightened your posture instantly, fixing your hands to rest in front of you and flatten down your beautiful blue gown. "Ah, good evening sir. I apologise for not greeting you earlier," you say, not recognizing his face.
His cheeks lifted slightly. "It is truly my sincerest apology for not meeting with you sooner, my Queen." He bows between his words. "I hope your majesty can forgive me as I request for a dance?"
But the princes...
Your mind started to trail in thought as you stared at his awaiting hand. The best hope was to accept it, as his unfamiliar face may have misfortune if you decided to reject his offer. Hesitantly, you placed your hands in his. "It would be inconsiderate of me not to," you whisper softly.
He gracefully took your hand in his large ones. He brought you away from the center of the floor, for some odd reason, and begun to dance sweetly to the rhythm of the song. One of your hands rested on his broad shoulder as the other was gingerly placed in a his hand that wore a white glove. While he twirled the both of you around, you took the moment to casually glance at his attire, looking for clues.
"Any conclusion to who I am?" He asks lowly, a subtle quirk hidden within his voice.
Your cheeks lifted high. "Why of course, Prince Juho. Your blue and gold colors are a unique symbol of the kingdom Zaharan." Your heels clanked against the beautiful floor as he spun you again. "But not to ignore the great medal that you wear, which is widely known as something only the royal family can acquire."
Juho chuckled, pulling you out of the dance floor and towards a calmer area. "You are as brilliant as you are beautiful, my Queen," he compliments. His gloved hand goes to his medal and pats it lightly.
You collect your thoughts as you gaze at him. "As you say such wonderful things, you seem to have other actions that make me believe otherwise. Why have you come to me in such a way? Have we not given you a big enough welcome for such an occasion?"
His eyes dropped their small light of emotion after hearing your words. "It's not in that way, your majesty, that I have done this. I only wished to see the Queen in a different light, without the status."
You reassure him in that moment that you were not offended, but more curious to learn his personality through some questions. But a little clock ticked in your head that made you ask, "Is it not for me to see you in a different light instead? I had thought this ball was for me to chose my husband, is that not true?"
Juho opens his mouth to say more, but the loud voice of your servant anouncing the other Princes' arrival muted him. Your eyes went towards the front doors, and watched as Juho slipped away from you. Sighing internally, you awaited for the news of which prince was which.
Immediately you recognized each color and medal that belonged to each country. But as you stood there, moving towards the center of the ball once again, you noticed two people missing. As you had just met Juho, you felt at ease with his whereabouts. Yet, a second prince was missing and was making you lose face.
You were surprised to see Juho walking up to the others. He stood beside them and bowed, then glanced at the other end that was also missing someone. As if noticing your gaze, he peered into the crowd to look at you with an apologetic glance. His eyes then shifted towards the side of you, and and you followed.
There, a man not much taller, nor older than you, stood near the food bar. He had a small glass in his hand that he never once drank from, all the while shoving food into his pink lips. You couldn't help the slight giggle that escaped you as you looked at the outrageous scene.
One by one, each prince was introduced. After they all walked down the stairs to intermingle, you carefully lifted your light blue gown and walked towards the boy. A tap on his shoulder brought his attention to you.
"Excuse me," you ask with a smile. "May I have this dance?"
Chanhee stared at you. "Who are you?" He questions, lots of power and authority behind his deep voice. Nevertheless, you didn't back down but continued to wait patiently. "I'm eating."
You chuckle lightly and move so that you were by his side, glancing at the food. "Do you take a big liking to food? I can ask the servants to bring you more if you'd like," you offer sweetly, watching as the pile of food slowly got smaller in one specific area.
He frowned at you, turning his chest that was slicked in all black so that he could fully face you. "What is it that you want? Let me tell you, I'm not here for women. I'm hear for one person only."
Noticing that he wasn't able to recognize you yet, you played along. "I just wish for a small chat with such a handsome man. You looked lonely."
Chanhee shook his head. "I'm not bored, I have food." He points to his full plate. "And my older brothers." He steers his finger behind him to point to one of the other princes.
You nodded. "Well then, Prince Chanhee. It was a pleasure to me you this evening. I hope that my food is to your liking. Remember to request from my servants anything you desire!"
You begin to walk away, catching on as his slowly put together the facts. You turned away, not wanting to stay for very long to see his precious reaction. Still in daze, you search the ball for the other princes. But it was them whom found you.
"My queen?"
Stopping your search, you switched your attention to whomever called your name. It was to no surprise that a stunningly beautiful man appeared before you, his long hair pulled into a small bun at the nape of his neck. He smiled.
"Ah, Prince Youngkyun. How delighted I am to finally meet you."
And the night played on. You ran around, meeting each one of the men that was suitable to be your husband. But because of your interests in finding them, rather than learning them, you found yourself rather confused in the end. The night became quite late and many began to leave.
Only nine people remained in the ballroom. It wasn't as if you had to choose in that moment, who would help you carry such a big burden. But the pressure somehow felt more heavier in that moment then any other.
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How to Play!
Have an idea on which Sf9 member you want to be your king? Great!
There will be chapters for each member(as added). If some of the members are missing, do not fret! I have yet to get them and they will eventually be added!
Each member has a different path so be careful, because one just may lead you to a spooky trail~🍁🍂🎃🎃
Some paths may have different times as well. Meaning that one member may have a path that gives you what happens right after the meeting. Another member can have a path that shows you what it would be like in the future.
Inspired by Click Your Heart and Click a Prince