Hey~ long time no post, huh? Lol, today is actually quite a bad day. My vehicle broke down when I was driving to school this morning, and my mother was diagnosed for shingles. Yet, here I am, posting a chapter. Well, we all need a break from reality, right?

I hope you guys are doing well. I'm sorry I don't update often.

Anyway, with more upbeat news, did you guys hear about the otome game Mystic Messengers? Omg, I heard it's so good and I saw clips and stuff. I can't wait to play it (I heard it's better to play during school break). There's so much hype, and it looks real!

Enjoy

"Well, what do you think?" Su-won twirled in front of Hak, his intricate golden robe floating gracefully with him. Patterns of the mythical four dragons were embroidered on it, each with different but rich colors. The design brought back old memories to Hak. Yona loved the story of the four dragons. Her eyes always sparkled whenever she talked about them. Averting his eyes from the robe, Hak concealed his painful feelings, not wanting to burden his friend any longer. "Do I look pretty?" He flashed a smile, then suddenly stopped after a moment. "Do I look happy?" He whispered in a lower tone, his eyes dull. Su-won glanced at the big anxious crowd waiting outside behind of Hak through the window.

Hak was not in the mood, but he knew Su-won was struggling inside. He wanted to lighten the mood ease his stress even though there wasn't much he could do. "Eh, um well, you have some food between your teeth, and your hair is a little messed up, and the color of your clothes don't match your face..." Hak said, putting a hand under his chin in deep contemplation.

"Eh?! Really?" Su-won smoothed out his hair with his fingers and went to a mirror to examine himself frantically, mouth open and eyes wide.

"Just kidding," Hak assured, sticking his tongue out. Pouting, Su-won came up to his face.

"You almost gave me a heart attack! I-"

"Your Highness, it is time." An armed guard stood by the door, bowing with this head down. They both looked over at the guard, then at each other. A mutual agreement passed between them. It was time.

With a nod, Su-won headed out, walking down the stairs with soldiers flanking him.

Hak watched Su-won leave, and wave of yearning washed over him. Things weren't suppose to be this way. King II should still be ruling. Then in the future, Yona and Su-won were supposed to be together and rule the kingdom. Hak would serve them, watching over his two best friends. It was supposed to be a happy ending.

But...that was not what happened.

Hak stood by the window and saw Su-won on the stage greeting the crowd with a comforting smile.

Knock, knock.

The door opened, and a soldier entered, bowing before coming up to Hak. "I'm sorry to interrupt sir, but I have dire news."

Hak eyes widen. Nothing should be wrong. Su-won is speaking with the people, and everything seemed just fine. The guard looked uncomfortable, which began worrying him. His body was tensed, his speech, hesitant. "Report the situation."

"...Prin- um she has not been eating her meals ever since the incident." The guard glanced at Hak before staring back at his black shoes.

She. Hak already knew who he was talking about, including which incident. Five days have past since then.

Pain. Worry. Anger. All these negative feelings were stabbing his heart continuously, and he wasn't sure how to deal with his mixed feelings. "The maids?" Hak questioned.

"They tried, but she still wouldn't touch anything, not even the water."

Of course. Hak knew they tried, but he had to ask again, to make sure, to stall for time. It still came down with the same conclusion through. Running a hand through this hair, he said "I see. I...I shall speak with her then."

The soldier sighed in relief. "Thank you. I'll prepare the meal for you to give her."

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