Part 1

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,no mum I don't want to marry him. Please don't do that!" your eyes were full of tears while you were looking up to your mother. ,,Please I don't wanna marry this man. I am in love with someone else. Please don't force me to do this." your hands grabbed your mom's robes and you moved back and forth.

,,Enough!" Your father pulled you up and looked at you with angry eyes. ,,I don't care who you love. The marriage with the prince is the best thing that could've happened to us. We're poor y/N, you should be happy to be the reason to end all of this pain!"

,,But what's with my emotions?! Your voice was shaking from little sobs. ,,Please dad I don't want…" his hand hit you right into your face. ,,Enough!" he leaned closer. In the background you could see how your mother closed her eyes while a single tear flowed down her cheeks. ,,I don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth. You will marry the prince and that's my last word. And now go into your room and stay there."

Your legs were moving like machines while you were walking up and down your room, thinking how the hell you could escape. Escape from this nightmare to wake up. Seeing that everything you just heard was nothing more than a dream. Feeling ab arm around your waist while feeling jongho's breathe against your neck. Jongho. Your secret boyfriend had wanted to come around today to introduce himself to your parents. Your boyfriend you had met first when you were a child. A poor but sweet little boy who had turned your boring world into an interesting one giving you colors and sweet smells of happiness.

When you fell in love you knew that it wouldn't be easy for both of you. Your parents were really strict. They would never allow you to date a poor boy. Your family wasn't rich either but your parents and especially your father had plans for you to marry a rich guy.

That was enough reason for you to escape because you never wanted to marry someone you couldn't love.
But now you had to marry the prince? Never. How could your father do this to you and why did your mother not protect you?

Finally you could hear how your parents went to bed. You waited a while but then you quickly climbed out of your window. You started to run after you had climbed down safely.

Jongho was already there when you turned around the last corner before entering the parc. He was wearing black clothes and his hair was shining silver in the moonlight. When he heard your footsteps he turned around with a soft smile but that smile faded when you wrapped your arms around his waist while crying your eyes out.

,,omg babe is everything alright?" his hand softly patted your hair and he wrapped his arm around you. Your hands grabbed his shirt and you shook your head. ,,What's wrong, baby tell me please?" his voice was full of worry. You sobbed and moved away a bit to look at him. ,,I.. I have to marry the prince." Jongho lost the control over his face and his eyes widened. ,,Y-you what?" he gulped. ,,H-how… I mean you can't… you belong to me." he shook his head. ,,That's a joke right?please tell me that this is a joke y/N."

Seeing him like that looking at you full of hope that you would laugh you started crying again while shaking your head. ,,It's not. My.. My father told me 2 hours ago because I have to save my family. Jongho I don't want to marry the prince." your knees gave up and you fell down to the ground.

Both of you were sitting at the ground hugging each other while crying. Jongho told you over and over again that he would never give you away but both of you knew that your love had no chance against the kingdom.
,,Please run away with me." Jongho looked up by the sudden words and he chuckled.

,,babe…".,,Please." you grabbed his hands. ,, Please jongho if you truly love me then please run away with me." Jongho pulled you closer and kissed you softly. ,,Of course I will." you smiled and moved closer to him.,,I will pick you up tomorrow evening." his voice was a whisper. ,,Prepare yourself because after we left we can never come back."

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