"This is your room, Mr. Park.", Princess Anabella gestured to the chambers in front of them. He nodded, clutching the set of pajamas that had been given to him only a few moments earlier by the announcer, whose name turned out to be San and his relationship with the princess one of close friends, to his chest. "Rest up. We are to get married first thing in the morning.", the woman, her face still sealed away from Seonghwa's curious eyes, whispered. 

He watched her walk away, his stomach doing flips over itself, before turning to the looming, doors made from mahogany. 

Tucking his white pajamas with dark blue polka dots decorating the soft fabric, he pulled open the heavy doors and walked inside. 

The pajamas were now on the floor and his mouth was wide open as he looked around the grand, fairytale-style room. 

His feet took him to the king-sized bed in the back of the room, maybe twice the size of his and a half, with golden, spiraled bedpoasts. Golden curtains, the same color as the sheets of the bed, blew in the air from the vent below them. 

Seonghwa felt an idiotic smile take over his face as he sunk into the cozy, white couch in front of the bed, complete with white pillows and a upholstered ottoman over the white carpet in front him. 

On one of the wall, left from the doors, there was a hand-carved, vintage vanity, the frame decorated with small flower ingravings, and the mirror as clean as the air he was breathing. Yes, even in the air was superior. On one side, there was a crystal jewelry box, small stained glass birds on the lid. On the other, was an envelope. 

Seonghwa stood and walked over to it. Picking up the beige envelope, he stared at the wax stamp, a phoenix, the royal symbol, etched into it. "For the resident of the room" the front read in neat, calligraphic letters. 

Pulling out the fancy stationery paper, customized for the royal family's invitations and letters with red-orange borders, he unfolded it. 

He stared at her signature, wanting the way his future wife wrote her name imprinted into his mind. Seonghwa's eyes tariled to the closet door, carved into the wall a few feet from the vanity. 

He walked up to it, startled when his heart picked up speed. Now, with the attire of a wedding, things become much more real to him; he was really going to get married to a woman he didn't know, a princess, no less. He was used to ruling a classroom full of unruly 6-year-olds, not a kingdom. 

Tears threatened to invade his eyes at the thought of his students. What were those little kids, closer to babies with chubby cheeks and eyes full of innocent joy, were going to react when they found out that their teacher, whom they called different variations of his name of his name, because, apparently Seonghwa was too hard to pronounce, had the power to kill their parents with a simple order. 

Not that he would kill anyone, well, maybe the new teacher if he found out that she or he hurt his babies. 

I am about to become a real father, his hand shook against the closet's golden doorknob. It hadn't been said, but Sonar needed a heir and it needed it quick. 

A small smile creeped onto his lips. A child with his father's eyebrows and his mother's kind eyes, a smile that would make both parents melt when it was showcased. 

Shaking his head, Seonghwa opened the closet. Hanging off the only hanger through a collection of about 20 that was not empty, was a freshly pressed suit, white with a red-orange sash and belt. With no social status came no metals pinned at the chest. 

"I'll see you tomorrow.", he whispered as he put the suit back and closed the closet. 

Sighing, he grabbed his pajamas and walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed for the last time as a single man. 

Short chapter, I know. Sorry but I still hoped you enjoyed. 

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