As trained as I was, I had never killed. In fact, no one like me had.

It would be different for us years back, born in war. It was strenuous to remember it. The ones who lived through the war were long gone. The ones who were related to them were disappearing. Soon they will be gone too. Only memories will remain. But they weren't concrete evidence, were they?

There was a trauma so deep-rooted, no one talked about it. It wasn't stated whose fault was it. I supposed they don't want to effectuate hate towards any kingdom, as if their rulers weren't already secretly envious of each other. 

The war was just called 'The War'. It had no name to prevent people from celebrating it. No kingdom won. But someone had to win for peace.  

The war affected everyone. In a good way for bad. It affected everyone differently. But it spared no one.

Even my kingdom was affected. After the war, we lost our greatest friend and ally. If they hadn't been selfish, a day like today wouldn't have existed.  

Things are slowly changing for both our kingdoms, and tonight will give it a prodigious momentum. It was chilling to think of today as a day of change, while my parents had signed promises of peace exactly a week ago. In the imprints of lives lived, today would be a day of change for the better. But was it really?

The clichéd nonsense of declaring peace by signing papers, where the people who signed it were against peace. They didn't want war, nor did they want peace. They just wanted to hate each other. I couldn't love someone I spent my entire life despising.

My mom was smart. She signed this treaty at the end of her rule. Now she didn't have to deal with it, but she ended her reign with impact. She would be remembered, even I could be remembered, if I couldn't upload the treaty. But even after all this, I couldn't blame her; I would have done the same thing. I didn't want to deal with this but, there was nothing I could do. Except suffer. Which I would- after I inherit the throne.

There was no official rule, but my parents wanted me to get married before they let me be coronated. There was only one problem- I didn't love anyone. Falling in love and getting married within twelve months was a challenge.

I could marry Serene. But she had a girlfriend. But again, it was a matter of two to three months. And then we would get divorced, but I would still have the throne. I paused.

This could actually work!

I raced to my drawer and got a paper and pen. Seriously, the inventor was a legend. Pens were more efficient than quills. You didn't have to dip them in ink after every two words because of their incapability to suck.

I placed the paper on top of the drawer and started writing my letter.

Hey Scenery,

How are you doing? Listen, I have a plan. If you don't remember (which is impossible because I talk about it a lot), I have to take the throne from my parents, and because of their stupid rule, I have to be married before I can ascend.

And if I'm not able to find someone to marry (which will probably happen), let's get married. Not for long, only a month or two. We can even get divorced as soon as I'm made queen.

How does that sound? We both get what we want, I get the throne, and you get to spend time with me 24/7. Imagine what all could happen there *wink*.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer. And you can't refuse it, because if you do, you tell me that you don't know what to do when you get the opportunity.

From [if you already don't know, I'm disappointed]

Someone you obsess over

The contents of the letter were humorous. If this letter was opened by anyone but Serene, they would think it was a plot by a citizen to overthrow the royalty.

I folded my letter in half, sealed it in an envelope, and scribbled the address.

At the same moment, there was a knock on my door. It had to be them.

"Come in," I ordered. The door opened and three stylists entered, wearing matching red and black uniforms.

"Are you ready to get dressed, Princess Kaira?" Merida asked, straightening from her bow.

I nodded and held out my freshly written masterpiece. "Could one of you please give this letter down to be delivered to Calix?"

Priya volunteered and took the letter from me. She replied to my gratitude with a bow and left the room. I waited for Merida to tell me what she had planned.

"Princess, we should first start with your hair, then the makeup, and finally the dress."

I nodded and sat in front of my mirror. I could clearly see Merida and Hana standing behind me. Hana let my hair fall from its bun and started untangling the knots.

A while ago, I had painted my nails: blood red. Merida opened drawers and got the makeup. The mixing colours and highlighting just the right features, she would do so masterfully, making the person look their best.

Time flew fast while I sat and admired my reflection in front of a mirror. And the best part of it was- I looked prettier every second.

Merida had matched the dark lines over my eyes with scarlet lipstick. The glitter adorning my cheekbones made me fall for myself all over again.

I could see my entire room by staring in my mirror. The lit, low-hanging lights were attached to the sky, touching the ceiling in many places.

My bed was at the at the far end of the room, and a few steps away was my favourite part of my room- the window with the windowsill and the abundance of pillows.

My eyes shifted from the room to Hana's activity with my hair. She interlocked stands with the high resting bun entwined with white flowers in and out of my curls, letting a few strands fall over my face. The hairstyle framed my face so seductively that I couldn't stop admiring myself.

The Elysians were in for a treat today.

Priya helped me wear midnight blue stilettoes. I didn't know why, but there was always something sexy about heels, or boots, or heeled-boots.

Hana slipped a silver rose pendant around my neck. Roses were a symbol of Maeve.

I went to my closet and wore the dress Priya had handed me. I changed into the dress and admired the reflection in the mirror. It was a midnight-blue gown, with loose straps hanging over my arms and joining at my back. The low-neck dress was beautiful. I was in love with it.

I opened the door and walked out of the closet with all the manners and etiquettes I knew.

"You look beautiful, Princess," Merida complimented. The others agreed with her. I smiled and thanked them. There was nothing else I knew I could say.

Merida placed the silver tiara on my head. She did it with ease even when I was wearing heels. Intricate designs of flowers and leaves curled around the delicate silver wire. I had been wearing this tiara since I was five.

Merida, Hana, and Priya left after I was dressed. I was supposed to wait for my guards to come before I could go down. But there was only so much I could do in my room. I certainly couldn't lay on the bed questioning life without risking of ruining my magnificent hair.

So, I did the next best thing; I opened the doors and stepped out, imagining their panic when they didn't find me in the room.

I walked the corridors hoping to see Beomgyu or Taehyun coming to get me, but they were as present as warmth on this cold evening.

Reaching the staircase, I didn't have to lift my dress to walk. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. The dress was so thought out. While descending as gracefully as I could, I met Beomgyu, who was coming for me. He had always been a tall kid. His mother was a part of the royal army. She was the most decorated general.

"Princess, you were supposed to wait for me," he said. He tried to look intimidating, but it looked like a kitten trying to growl. My left thumb could be more intimidating than that.

"I was bored."

"Have you considered counting sheep? Or perhaps read a book?" He mocked.

I rolled my eyes. "Reading would ruin my makeup. Are you not feeling cold?"

He was wearing black leather pants and a white fur cloak. It complemented his skin beautifully. He was just a few shades lighter than me.

"Not really," He shrugged. "Now Princess, if you'd like to follow me, and not wander off on your own, we should to go the Cosmic Hall."

"I'd reach there before you," I said, holding my head high.

Beomgyu almost rolled his eyes. Almost. He never rolled his eyes in front of me. For others, he couldn't stop. It was infuriating. "You know you can roll your eyes, right? I don't mind it."

"I think you roll your eyes enough for both of us. Now let's leave Princess."

I followed him down the stairs. "You should fear me; I can ruin your life and push you into a hole you can't crawl out of."

"Sure Princess. You are as scary as a feline."

I caught up with him at the end of the staircase. "You know tigers are feline, right?"

"Yes," Beomgyu was so huge; he didn't think tigers were intimidating. I aspired to be like him. Unfortunately, tigers were taller than me.

I had a motto: Never fight anything taller than you. That is why I didn't get into many fights.

The crème walls glowed under the warm haze of the lights. We turned left; the hallway contained only one door at the end of the corridor- The Cosmic Hall. Guards stood on either side door. On the right was the main entrance to the palace.

The door had a beautifully carved design. Lines looping, crossing, interlinking each other.

When I was five, I had told Yeonjun the door was designed by carving the wood with the workers' fingernails. He was so horrified that he never went into that hall. Guess who won hide and seek by hiding in that exact hall?

In all fairness, the hall was named ironically. It was the smallest hall in the castle. Cosmic... more like compressed. It was smaller than my bedroom!

Beomgyu opened the door for me. "You know Taehyun is a better guard than you? At least he keeps me entertained."

"I'd like to help you, Princess, but I can't do anything about your terrible taste in men."

"Isn't he your boyfriend?"

"Don't remind me. He was showing me magic tricks throughout the night. I was this close," He showed me his hand. His index and middle fingers were almost touching. "To strangle him with my pillow."

I laughed. Beomgyu and Taehyun were the cutest couple I knew.

"Now off you go, Princess. As much as you'd like to spend time with more with me, you need to attend a dinner."

I rolled my eyes and entered the hall. He shut the door behind me.

It was warmly lit. The dark light made the room look smaller. In the middle of the room were extravagant green leather couches, separated by the coffee table. The table was the oldest thing in the room, not even my parents. The table was allegedly gifted by Elysia years ago. It wasn't even that pretty to be kept for such a long time.

"Hello," I greeted them. Yeonjun jumped to his feet.

"Kaira! How glad we are that you are here. We were worried you tripped and fell out of the window," he said, crushing me into a hug. When I couldn't push him away, I stepped on his toe.

He stepped back from me with a scowl, as if it was my fault for stepping on him. "Are you done?" I asked.

There were two reasons I wouldn't kill Yeonjun:

1. He was tall. Taller than me, of course.

2. I'd have to take care of our parents when they grew old.

I looked at my younger brother. He was wearing a blood-red blouse with black pants. A silver tiara over his black undercut. The hairstyle suited him well.

My brother was a beautiful man. With a small face, masterfully crafted cheekbones and sharp jawline, a straight nose and full, cat-like lips, along with gorgeous eyes that looked as though they were carved on a rock. His naturally flushed cheeks were no different from mine.

"Yes."

"Yeonjun, why are you troubling your sister? She just came in. Let her have a seat first." Dad laughed. What was amusing about the situation?

"It's become his job now," I replied, this time pushing him aside and sat opposite my parents. To my despair, Yeonjun sat beside me. I glared at him as he gave me one of his sweet, irritating smiles.

"Do we really have to do this?" Yeonjun asked our parents. He wasn't wrong. Did we?

My mother set down her wine chalice before looking at me and Yeonjun. She was so dramatic. She had the same look she did whenever we used to push each other in the pond and run around the whole palace, ruining carpets. It was scary then, but almost comical now.

"We do. This is for our kingdom. It's all of our duty to ensure the best for our citizens." She looked at everyone in the room. "And when the Elysian Family arrives, be nice to their son," she said. This was only directed towards me. I was offended. I wasn't the only one who was mean.

"Can you look at Yeonjun too?" I asked.

"I'm not mean," He replied, holding his head high.

I looked at him uncertainly. "You are not?"

"I'm better than you," He retaliated.

"See, if I was hundred percent mean, you would be about eight percent mean."

Yeonjun thought over what I had said and slowly nodded. "Sounds about right." And fist-bumped me.

There was a loud clapping sound from the other couch. I looked over to see my dad clapping his hands together and laughing.

"Please don't do this is front of the Elysians. I'm sure they think as highly of us as we do them."

Do they really think that badly of us? I couldn't blame them. We were taught to hate each other since childhood. What was then just an act for our kingdom had hardened into pure hate over the years.

"I can't wait for them," I said.

"Kaira," Yeonjun whispered, looking over the table to check if my parents could hear him. "How about we push the prince into the pond?"

I met my brother's eyes. There was a familiar sparkle present when he used to convince me to steal chocolate from the kitchens. I'd agree, and if we ever got caught, I'd put the entire blame on him, saying he gave me the chocolate, but he never told me he had stolen it. The look of shock and betrayal in my brother's eyes, I still remember it clearly.

"Are you crazy?" I whispered back. "If you do it today, everyone will be able to see you. Do it later, after you earn his trust."

We shared a comical smirk. Crinkling our eyes, stretching our lips, and looking at each other whenever we thought of something crazy.

There was a knock on the door and Ryujin, our advisor, walked in like a swan. She looked ravishing in her hot pink suit, with the top two buttons unbuttoned.

"The Elysians are here, Your Majesties," she announced.

The room was suddenly too dense to breathe. There was too much relying on the next moments. People were eagerly anxious, waiting to read the newspaper the next morning.

I sat straighter. In a few minutes, I'd be talking to the Elysian Prince- for the first time in my life. We had met in Council meetings and royal parties before, but we ignored each other. What would you say to your enemy?

Yeonjun was looking at me with his lips parted. His hands fidgeted with his pants. I gave him a small reassuring smile, and he nodded.

My parents stood up; we followed. Ryujin led us out of the Cosmic Hall-to the main entrance to the palace.

As soon as I walked out of the hall, Beomgyu and Taehyun immediately positioned themselves a foot behind me, while Soobin and Heuning were behind Yeonjun.

"Look Princess, I got Taehyun for you," Beomgyu whispered. I pursed my lips, trying not to smile.

"Hello, Taehyun."

"Hey, Kaira. You know, I learnt a new magic trick!" I looked back at my guards. Beomgyu was rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, Beomgyu told me."

"You are supposed to call her Princess today, Taehyun," Beomgyu whispered.

"Oh, right! Sorry, I meant Princess Kaira. If you don't mind, I'd like to show you my magic trick tonight," he said. I smiled as a response.

Guards lined the walls. All of them looked at the guard opposite to them, not acknowledging anything around them. One hand on the hilt of their swords and the other on by their side.

I had watched these guard's train. They moved with the speed of the wind and struck like a lightning. Watching them train gave you goosebumps. And it was a standard all guards had to meet. Even Beomgyu and Taehyun, the cupcakes, were deadly with weapons.

The colossal hall was decorated as though it was a wedding hall. The floor reflected the bright light. The fragrance of flowers was intoxicating. Twirled around, the pillars of the ceiling reached the sky. Vines and white roses. The entire palace was being decorated for weeks, to look as pretty as it looked today. Sometimes the early morning cleaning would disrupt my sleep, but I wasn't complaining. Why would I? It's not like getting enough sleep at night will keep you healthy, and less likely to doze off during meetings now, will it?

We stopped in front of the cherry doors. The doors swung open, as though they were waiting for us to arrive. Then, the soft notes of a piano played. The faint clicks of the cameras outside the door were also heard.

The complete scene reminded me of those romantic plays. When one character fell in love with another character when they walked into the room. Those plays were so boring, rarely anyone died in them.

The Elysian royal family walked in. Several guards trailed behind them. That was standard.

This wasn't the first time a royal had come to Inara, but today, I couldn't stop playing with my rings. My heart slowed down as the Elysians walked closer. I could see their faces.

Queen Aysel's dress swept the floor. Flowing like blood. A golden crown sat high on her head. She was a tall woman with sharp, angular features. Her face was diplomatic when she walked toward us with her husband.

Her husband, King Ichiro, was shorter than his wife, with a well-trimmed moustache that complimented his face. Wisps of it had started greying. His long robe reached his knees, under which he was wearing white pants. He had pink lipstick on, it reminded me of peaches. Resembling his wife's, he wore the gold crown.

Prince Jimin wore a deep, V-neck blouse with black pants which deliciously stretched over his thighs. He had a silver tiara that didn't blend with his hair. He resembled his mother, but his face wasn't as sharp. Prince Jimin's face was neither masculine nor feminine. It was a perfect blend of both, making his visual resemble an angel. Golden paint was smeared over his high cheekbones. And his lips were drenched in blood.

Why did he have to look attractive? Now I was obliged to compliment him.

The Elysians and their guards paced towards us like snails. The curves of my mouth curled into a diplomatic smile. Then I bowed. The Elysians replicated the gesture.

Bowing was a basic manner. It was also the only action I could do to expect a proper response from the Elysians. I didn't know what to do next.

The extensive clicks of cameras proved how unreal this was. This was a change. And I didn't like it. Unfortunately, no one cared.

I heard crawls of voices behind me but I didn't look back with these Elysians in front of me.

"Queen Aysel and King Ichiro of Elysia, along with their son, the sole heir of the throne, Prince Jimin," Ryujin announced, "King Cirus and Queen Aedion, along with their successors, Princess Kaira and Prince Yeonjun, welcome you to the Royal Palace of Inara."

This was surreal. Elysians in Maeve, in the capital. In the royal palace.

"It's our pleasure to have you here, in Inara," Mom said.

"The pleasure is ours, Queen Aedion." Queen Aysel smiles at Mom. She was really beautiful.

I could feel the awkwardness in my bones. What more could they say after that?

I glanced sideways. Yeonjun was looking in front of him, not meeting anyone's eye. I saw the Elysian Prince briefly glance at him.

The Queens strung words together and conversed. Their conversation flowed as the rest of us waited to move inside. Standing there was a very tedious job. With stilettos, it was hell. Do not recommend.

"Let's move inside," Mom said, and I cried with relief. I didn't want to stand any longer.

As we turned and moved inside, the front door closed. Why were royals so dramatic? It made me feel basic.

Yeonjun walked beside me. Our eyes met every few seconds, but we said nothing. The prince's steps matched mine. I was about to combust. There was so much going on. I didn't descry the man walking beside me.

The Queens were conversing merrily, and the Kings were incapable of holding a conversation. I didn't say a word to the Elysian Prince, nor did I want to. They turned towards the gardens.

Beomgyu, Soobin, Hyuka, and Taehyun were still whispering behind me. I'd very much like to step back and joined their conversation.

"You aren't coming?" I asked Taehyun and Beomgyu.

"No. You go ahead," Taehyun answered.

"What if someone attacks me?"

"You know how to kill them," Beomgyu said, leaning against the wall and pulling Taehyun close.

I rolled my eyes and caught up with Yeonjun. The cold winter breeze kissed my skin as soon as I stepped into the garden. My dress kept me warm, but the naked skin was freezing. I rubbed my palms over my forearms. I would get used to the cold in a few minutes.

"They aren't coming?" Yeonjun asked, watching our guards huddle in a circle.

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p'.

"What if someone attacks us?"

"Then we are supposed to kill them ourselves."

Yeonjun looked at me, unamused. "Why hire them?"

"We are being too lenient with them."

"What should we do? Throw Hyuka's plushies away?"

"Throw Hyuka's plushies away. Make him suffer. Instil fear in the others," I said. I had never felt so evil before. I loved it.

The rulers had reached the other side of the garden. No guard had entered the garden. They were waiting in the corridor outside. Apparently, none of them cared if someone attacked us.

The soft smell of flowers invaded my nose. Every time I visited the garden, I smelt a fresh scent. After it rained, the smell of wet mud overpowered the flowers. It was my favourite smell.

During spring, multiple fragrances of flowers filled the air, creating nectar so sweet, it's used as a poison.

The smell toned down during the summer. When the months morphed into a white winter, the smell had changed again.

Whiffs of freshly cut grass tingled my senses. Light illusioned under the grass illuminated the pathway which connected different parts of the garden together.

There was a willow tree planted at the end of the garden. The low-hanging branches supported the long leaves that hung a few inches above the ground. In summer, I sat under the cool shade of the tree. The leaves were a curtain from the world.

The paths which connected the garden at the centre. A water fountain shaped like a rose adorned the pond. During late spring and summer, small fishes appeared. When I was younger, I would try to catch the fish. Yeonjun would stand behind me and screamed whenever I almost caught a fish. To this day, I hadn't caught a single one. One day... I thought, staring at the water.

Yeonjun wanted to push the Elysian Prince into the pond. I had stopped him because I didn't want him to get in trouble. I was nice that way.

The garden was dimly lit. It cast shadows on Yeonjun's face. His nose looked sharper. The moon glared at everything under it but the snow. The snow was sparkling under the moonlight.

Prince Jimin was examining the garden. With the solemn look that graced his face, it was hard to tell if it impressed him. Fog materialised from his slightly parted lips. He walked towards the edge of the path and crouched.

His actions were mysterious and graceful. It was alluring.

Yeonjun nudged me and pointed at the Elysian Prince with his chin. I rolled my eyes and approached the prince.

"What flower is it?" he asked. His voice was like him- beautiful. He talked as though he was singing me to sleep. I wanted to make his beautiful voice sour, but it would somehow still be attractive.

I peered over his shoulder. Grown from the snow, a white, bell-shaped flower attached to a bright green stem. I would have completely missed it if it wasn't for the stem.

I crouched beside him. The flower caught my eye. It was scattered all over the garden. The flowers bloomed in late winter. My fingers brushed the petal. Grains of snow disappeared into the soft cushion below it.

"It's called 'Spring Snowflake', I said.

"That's a beautiful name," He mumbled and turned towards me. His low-neck shirt gave me a full view of his muscular chest.

Is he not feeling cold? But it didn't faze me. Even Elysia was a cold kingdom. I kept my eyes locked on his. He blinked. I noticed a golden eyeshadow over his eyeliner. His eyes look so pretty. "You are wearing the flower in your hair."

I hate him.

It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Engraved in a rock, as though a king gave it. My eyebrows quirked up. Why did he notice that?

I didn't give him an answer. Instead, I nodded. Clenching my fists, I got up. My blood boiled under my skin.

I didn't know when the Elysians were going to leave, but they should leave soon if they didn't want any mishaps. Yeonjun's idea of pushing him into the pond was sounding devilishly tempting.

I walked back to Yeonjun. He was whistling under his breath, tapping his feet to the rhythm. His eyes wandered around the garden, then rested on our guards. I knew who he was looking at. He didn't even try to hide it.

"What did the prince ask?"

"The name of a flower."

"Which one was it?"

"Spring Snowflake."

He glanced at the prince, who was looking still at the flowers. His back turned towards us. His muscles flexed and relaxed under the fabric. "What are we going to do with him?"

I adjusted my tiara. Just watching him made my skin crawl. He might not be a bad person, but he would always be despicable to me. "Push him in that pond."

"What about the people watching?"

"Who cares?" I had hated no one this much. The prince must be special.

"What about his guards?"

"Are you taller than them?"

"I guess? But one of them is really buff."

"Great," I muttered under my breath.

My gaze went back to the prince. He was no longer crouching. He was hard to read.

A pinch of suspense can twist one's mind for answers.

I would ascend the throne soon. Now I wanted to coronate before him.

The prince walked toward us. He stopped a few centimetres before us and looked at the garden again. I sucked air through my teeth.

"The gardens are beautiful," he said.

Of course, the gardens were beautiful. They were one of the best, if not the best, in Torryn. The structure and maintenance were enough for anyone with enough sense to realise.

Yeonjun gave him a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "They indeed are."

I craned my neck to find my parents. They were showing the Elysian rulers flowers. At least, they looked happy. While I suffered with the prince. How much more time did I have to spend with him?

His mere presence was irritating me- and I could handle Yeonjun's banter. It had only been ten minutes since we came to the garden and I want to go back. The prince really was something.

I sighed and turned my back towards the boys. I pretended to look at the flowers as goosebumps appeared on my naked skin.

"Prince Yeonjun, you are the younger sibling, if I'm not wrong," The prince said.

Yeonjun should just lie and let him be wrong.

"You aren't."

"I see," he said, but did not elaborate. What did he see? What was there to see in that? Why did he ask such a peculiar question? What was the prince trying to do?

I want to go back to my room. Away from him.

Silence fell between them, and I continued staring at the snow.

"Kaira," Yeonjun said. "What are you doing?"

I turned around. "Nothing." He slowly nodded.

No one had anything to say. The awkwardness was growing like the cold tonight. Soon, it was thicker than five hardbound novels stacked on each other.

My legs hurt.

The prince moved away from us and went to the pond. He stood in front of the pons in a suave manner. He was so close to the water. One little nudge and he'd fall in.

He'd come out dripping in water. With his shirt stuck to his chest and arms. With his pants filled with water, making it impossible for him to sit anywhere without looking as though he peed his pants. His perfectly set luscious hair would be dishevelled. His makeup would run down his face. Such a pleasant sight to see. The prince not looking perfect all the time. Though I strongly suspected he'd still look good.

Yeonjun was staring at me.

I raised my eyebrows. He did too.

I rolled my eyes. He did too.

Before things could escalate, the rulers approached us.

"Did you show Prince Jimin the gardens?" Dad asked.

"We did," I lied.

I looked at the prince. He was still near the pond. Unaware, and possible unbothered about what was going on behind him.

Dad smiled at me and Yeonjun. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. This was the last place I wanted to be. Let's have dinner so these Elysians can go back home.

"Would you like to wait for a while, or have dinner right now?" Mom asked. The question wasn't for me.

"We can wait for a while," Queen Aysel replied.

WHY? Don't you want to go home?

"King Ichiro, I think you'll love our libraries," Mom said.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? FEED THEM AND SEND THEM HOME!

"Kaira, can you please call Prince Jimin here?" Dad said.

I nodded and trailed the prince's path. He looked so vulnerable with his back turned. I would take one step forward, and he would take one step back- in the water.

Perhaps I could startle him enough for him to step back into a pool of deceit.

It would all happen faster than the prince could comprehend, and would leave a sweet taste in my mouth. Yeonjun would be proud of me, but a little upset he wasn't the one who pushed him into the pond. But he'd also be happy to see the prince in the water.

As I approached the prince, he showed no sign that he had noticed my presence. Whatever happens next, it's his fault.

Poor, poor prince. He didn't know what was waiting for him. He wouldn't like it when he found out what was waiting for him.

"Prince Jimin," I said, and placed a hand on his shoulder. 

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{A/N}: Oh no! What if Kaira throws Jimin into the pond? 

Will she actually do it? 

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