My drunk stratagem of yesterday was still whirring about in my mind. Seduce the rebel who came here yesterday and convince him I am just as worthy of love and affection as anybody else. Simple, right? No, not quite. And definitely not when you've spent your life cooped up in a stuffy palace with only books from the romance section of the library as your guide to love, seduction and lust.

Thankfully, Leo Atilano was a more than capable writer whose works could convince even the most cold-hearted of men that somewhere out there, true love existed and no matter how averse they may be to falling in love, their heart simply wouldn't resist.

Searching along the racks for the book in question, my fingers running down the spines of each one as quick as I could in the light of the faintly growling candle, so as to not alert anyone of my presence. Father, for some unbeknownst reason always had a deep-seated antipathy to the word 'love' and anything concerning it. Maybe because he lacked the ability to do so, to love. Or perhaps I was wrong, after all – who could mistake his love for power, dictatorship and hegemony.

"Ah, found it," a satisfied whisper left my mouth while my hands grasped the thickest, and heaviest book to be found in this section. Casanova, a heart wrenching tale of a playboy who fell for the finest dancer in all of Spain, who surprise surprise, already had a fatherless little boy, and was complete with an intense loath and repugnance of all men except a poor stable lad following a certain life-changing contretemps in her life. Also known as My Complete Guide to Lecherous Cajolery.

Eight hundred and ninety five pages detailing the process of wooing and beguiling an innocent hapless victim only to end in the not-so-tragic death of the Womanizer leaving his lady love to bemoan his loss and accurse cruel fate for depriving her of true love. On second thought, maybe it wasn't particularly prudent of me to use a romance fiction as a guide to seduction but I'd simply have to work harder to ensure a different and much happier ending. Although, a few scenes from it did help out with the bedroom so who was I to deny my favourite all time Author an opportunity of assisting a helpless little maiden in her love ventures.

Although almost six hundred years old, and requiring an equally old lexicon, the foreigner's impressive knowledge of Korean made for an interesting read that more than made up for me having to look into a dictionary every few minutes. But I was growing more and more accustomed to the use of such nuances as in the book, so I wasn't as dependent on the dictionary as I was seven years ago.

Picking an even larger book from the History section and carefully hiding this one beneath it in my book bag, I hurried to the breakfast table where I was instantly attacked by the delicious scent of Yoongi's culinary paragons wafting in from the kitchens.

Jimin was already seated and so was Jin. Although my head bodyguard, I regarded him as a friend and being the immense foodie he is, my invitation to dining together was never declined. Yoongi brought out the first set of our Anglo-Korean breakfast, Kimchi Toast, Bibimbap, scrambled eggs, roast chicken sausages followed by hash browns and mini-tarts along with some Dalgona Coffee to refresh our tastes. A feast fit for Kings and yet, His Lordship remained absent.

I was just about to sit down when Yoongi wordlessly gestured for me to join him at an alcove near the back of the passage from the kitchens. Remembering Abigail's words from earlier, I got up as carefully as I could without any of the crockery crashing to the ground and made for him, curious to know why he'd want to speak to me in private, that too on an empty stomach.

"I'm sorry for calling you out before you could even eat but-"

"You're right, the food looks absolutely heavenly and my grumbling stomach protests." Letting out a loose chuckle, I noticed the hint of a smile on his lips and grinned, "But pray, do tell why you find it absolutely necessary to speak to your muffin immediately without anybody overhearing."

It wasn't just a hint anymore, he actually smiled, no sign of the grumpy man who hated having to work in the mornings. "Well, when you put it like that, you do make it sound like we're involved in an affair of sorts."

Dramatically clasping a hand to my mouth, I responded in the most thespian expression I could manage without succumbing to giggles, "I'll have you know, I'm a proper lady and any insinuation on the contrary is most impolite and discourteous on your part! Why, what a brazen accusation! And on me! Poor, innocent me!"

"I wouldn't exactly call a tree-climbing whip-yielding pot-murdering girl a proper lady now," He snorted.

"Hey, that wasn't my fault! Jimin simply dared me to climb to the top branch and fetch my slipper that he threw up there. The whip was a precaution against the ghastly leeches that'd suck my blood and leave me bereft of my bodily fluids and I can't help it if my sense of balance is so inexcusably pathetic that I fall down onto the newly bought pots for gardening!" I validated one of the more hasty and rash decisions of mine.

"Besides, that was more than five years ago. And I'm sure you didn't call me out to screw me over an incident from so long back."

He nodded. "You're right. Come with me after my shift ends tonight. I've got a surprise for you. Well, a humble request disguised as a surprise but a surprise nevertheless."

"If it isn't you asking me out on a date. I'll tell Hoseok all about it," I attempted to intimidate Yoongi into telling me the contents of the surprise but he remained resolute on his vow of silence on the matter.

"Tonight, just less than twelve hours to go and you'll hold the knowledge of the world in your palm." He cracked another smile and walked away, leaving my curiosity unsatiated.

I returned to my seat, none the wiser on his mysterious intentions and braced myself for might having to tell Hoseok that his honourable virtuous boyfriend might be planning on two-timing. Not that I'd ever let Yoongi go ahead with such infidel plans but it's the thought that counts. Giggling to myself on account of such amusing speculation, Jimin looked up.

"Right, I forgot to ask, what did he want from you? And while we're on the subject, what're our 'oh-so-special' plans for today that involve enigmatic escapades?" He asked knowingly.

Sometimes, I really wonder if Jimin's a mystique. Or shares some sort of one-sided telepathy with me. How the hell does he know about what I've planned for today? Or maybe, I should cut down with the drunk blabbering.

Almost reading my thoughts, he said, "You told me to clear my schedule last night, that we're going out. And that I should come armed. So spill, where's the place?" Yep, definitely needed to cut down on the drinking.

Now that Jin had heard our little exchange, our ever-concerned bodyguard rose to the occasion and cut in. "Going? You mean out of the palace? You do know I'll have to accompany you then."'

"Yeah, I planned accordingly. The destination's still a secret though. But wear something casual, so that you don't stand out," I replied with a wink.

Both of them looked deliberatively at me, their curiosities aroused. Then exchanging a glance with each other, they seemed to agree that they won't get the information out of me so may as well do as I say. Ha, see! I don't just stand and wave from the yachts, you useless rebel whose name I still don't know but keep thinking about. I command certain respect and awe too.

They both continued to dig in, blissfully unaware of my now violent thoughts on how I'd like to pounce on a certain someone and maul that sinfully fit body bursting with muscle. In a completely non-sexual manner of course, a warning spoken in my head, just in case Jimin really knew how to read minds. I'd have to get him to teach me sometime, if that really was the case. But for the time-being, being careful with my thoughts it is.

Now if I could only get my mind to stop fixating over that man and imagining various possibilities regarding yesterday's encounter. Oh well, you can't have it all.

Shaking my head, I picked up the toast and put a very helpful serving of cut sausages on it and bit in. Oh Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi, such exquisite food is a motivation to live, a reason to deal with the whims and fancies of the stubborn old man who commanded my life. Letting out a content sigh, I gazed up only to see Jimin staring weirdly at me, as though trying to gain access to my mind and read all my 'R' rated thoughts.

On catching sight of me staring back questioningly, he turned his head away rather guiltily and asked for butter from one of the passing butlers.

Finally done filling my stomach to the point it might rip open, I let go of the cutlery reminding myself that lunch would be as tasty too, if not better. Slowly pushing my chair back, I took one last look at the room and went on my way but not before leaving some rather helpful directions for my companions.

"Meet me at the garage once you're done, it's time to commence the adventures of FQWNR - a Future Queen Who Needs Relief. Or should I call it PBOHM? You know, Princess Bored Out of Her Mind." Without waiting to hear their thoughts on the matter, I dashed out knowing that at least one of them was on my tail, to try and wrestle the car keys from my clutches, in hopes of preventing me from driving. For if a mob of angry rebels didn't kill us while we're out, my driving skills definitely would.

I had passed the written exam with flying colours. The actual driving test? Let's just say, that might be the only instance I ever took advantage of my status as The Crown Princess.

Taking out the keys to my favourite black SUV which I had pinched earlier, I opened the door, sat down as elegantly as an extra-hyper super-excited me could ever manage and inserted the keys in the ignition, turning them and letting the engines roar to life.

Self-driving cars were cool but required me having to input the location into their monitor. Now with me driving? No one would ever need to know where we're heading, if I didn't tell them. The bigger question, would they live to reach our destination? As much faith and confidence as I have in my skills, I'm not gonna lie so all I can say on the matter is – No promises.

OKAYY SO THAT'S IT FOR THE DOUBLE UPDATE, I'M NOT SURE WHEN I CAN NEXT UPDATE-IT'LL PROB BE WHENEVER I FINSIH WRITING THE NEXT INSTALLMENT LOL, BUT I HAVE MY EXAMS AGAIN FROM 29TH NOV SO PROB LONGG LONGGG TIMEEE

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