Prince!AU Yunho
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comes off stoic, large, and strong
he has an intensity in his eyes that kind of scares people at first - especially if they have to address him directly
and he’s sort of looking down at them because he’s usually taller, with his hands behind his back
and it’s just like - you thought you felt small before? well.........
to the point where he really doesn’t even need a bodyguard - of course he still has them
but from the way his shoulders look - and the size of his hand - no one is stupid enough to even try it
excels in swordsmanship, loves fencing and represented the country in a national championship
has a fondness for collecting swords as well, but keeps the family heirloom - a beautiful longsword with jade ornaments on the guard - by his side at all times
always seen walking with perfect posture, his large shoulders adorned in white and gold
quiet, accompanying his parents to any official meetings but never uttering a word
those dark, overcast eyes scanning the crowd and leaving even high profile politicians feeling a chill in their bone
when he does speak - he goes rather slow, emotionless word come out one by one is extremely proper grammar
he’s never been seen to get angry - but rumor has it that his voice can sound rather terrifying if he does
has a large pet doberman who has followed him around since he was young
he always looks even more intimidating when he sits on the throne beside his parents with the dog at his feet
they look like something out of a gothic novel
a portrait drawn of this exact scene hangs in the halls of the main ballroom
and it’s always whispered about after people pay visits to the palace
he has impeccable manners - for someone so large you’d think it’s hard to be graceful
but everything he does - it’s done with the most immense calculation
from the way he holds his knives
to the way he plays the piano at the request of his mother
to the way he can be sometimes seen making his way through the busy village streets
a brigade of security behind him - nearly failing to keep up with his brisk steps
people parting tens of feet in front of him because when prince yunho walks by
you don’t need to see him or hear him - his energy is enough to grab your attention
he used to be known as an extremely playful and bright child
he even once was found roaming the streets of the village when he was only ten
having escaped the care of his nannies in the palace
the people had adored him - he was just so cute with his large lovely eyes and loud laughter
but as he got older something seemed to change
and it wasn’t simple maturity - it was coldness - or at least it came off that way
people just assume it’s because he’s being ready to become king
his parents aren’t very well-liked by the villagers - they impose high taxes and ignore the requests of the people
so it’s just assumed yunho will follow in their footsteps
become a royal with no empathy at all, just like his parents
but you - you know better than to believe the mask yunho has so carefully been putting on
you’re mostly ignored by the royal family, even though you work directly in the palace as the family and staff’s personal tailor
you run around fixing uniforms, patching up tears, and working on new custom pieces that the queen requests (nearly every other week much to your horror)
you were hired only a little less than a year ago - but when you’d arrived something about you had nearly knocked the wind out of yunho
no one had ever noticed - but it was apparent from the get-go that you were probably invisible to his parents
to the important staff such as account keepers, foreign translators, and more
but to him - when you were in a room - there was no one else
it was you, heaving giant rolls of silk and lace up to the workshop out in the guest house of the palace
it was you, standing beside the mirror as his father studied your handy work on his lapel
it was you, leaning in close with a polite and almost shaking apology to take his measurements for a new coat
the fragrance of lilies on your hair, the bandages on your fingers from needle pricks
it was true - yunho was on the road to becoming just like his parents, who when he was of age to understand the most basic concepts of ruling
were teaching him that the people they ought to protect meant nothing
they meant profits
and to make sure they didn’t step out of line, yunho would need to learn to come off just like father
apathetic, strategic - not swayed by the crying tears of starving mothers or jobless merchants who couldn’t afford to pay the palace’s high taxes
his parents had taken away everything he enjoyed
forbid him from seeing his best friend, stable hand’s son song mingi
forbid him from fencing for the pleasure of it - instead forcing him into taking lessons with the head of the military, who was cruel and unforgiving of failures
the light which seemed to shine in his eyes had slowly, but surely faded into obscurity
leaving him almost zombified - choosing to remain silent and blind rather than try and rebel for his own happiness
and that of his people
but kindness was still alive in him - no matter how dormant his parents tried to make it - he wasn’t born to be evil
so the pain and suffering he saw in his country only dimmed his hopes further
and then - and then there was you
really, it might have been more like wonder for him when you first passed him in the halls
you were new and were not yet soulless like it seemed everyone else was and perhaps that is what intrigued him the most
walking through halls of grey, you stood out - sunflower like smile, eyes reflecting the gaze of his own
you’d scrambled to put your basket down and bow to him
“my prince”
your voice even felt more alive
he’d been trained not to pay attention, so he pretended not to and continued down the hall without as much as a glance over his shoulder
although - the tug to do so was very much there
but this was wonder, this was the equivalent of dangling water in front of a parched man
what really made the center of yunho’s chest swell was when he’d stumbled upon you in the village
you lived in the guest houses workshop - you had to be on call for any of the queens bidding when it came to her gowns and slips
but this off chance, you’d been given permission to visit your family
they lived cramped above the tailoring shop that had been passed down through the generations
and although it was meager, almost dilapidated - it managed to stay open with the help of your pay from the royal family
which still didn’t offer much - much to your dismay
yunho had been on official business, accompanied by the tax keeper of the country
he rounded the corner, ignoring the insolent and halfhearted attempts of the tax keeper trying to befriend him
when he caught sight of you
you were standing infront of the open doors of the tailors shop
your mother was holding your hands in hers, eyes ringed red with freshly cried tears
yunho had stopped- the tax keeper almost slamming face-first into the prince’s broad back
“don’t be upset”
you say softly, looking at your mother with the best smile you can manage
“look at your hands, look at my baby’s hand - calloused, bruised - what is that godforsaken witch of a queen making you do?!”
you shake your head
“mother, don’t be so loud. words like that could get you killed”
“she took you away from me, she took you away from us and now she’s destroying you - and she isn’t even paying you for it.”
yunho hurts every time he sees these kinds of scenes, no matter how hard the expression on his face may seem
but when he witnesses your mother cradling your hands, the shadows of maybe your siblings or other family members inside the window of the pathetic looking tailor's shop
for the first time in a long time
his tight-lipped frown breaks
“ah isn’t that the palace’s um,,,,,,,,who are they,,,,,, kitchen staff?”
the tax keeper adjusts the thin wire-framed glasses on his nose as he talks about you with uninterest
yunho doesn’t answer, but he turns back, avoiding the path that would leave him to cross in front of you
the tax keeper asks why he’s going the opposite direction but yunho doesn’t hear him
he thinks he should put on a tough voice, just to make sure he can keep up appearances like he was taught
but his mind is fogged
the next time you are called up to his chambers to fix a tear in his fencing suit - yunho, who usually ignores you as you work, stands up from his seat on the expansive bed
and rounds the corner to stop and loom over you
you feel your blood still a bit, you always feel that when a member of the royal family is around
but then he asks, softly
“may i please see your hands?”
he even says your name - in a tone that you have never heard from anyone before
and you are so shocked that your brain mechanically reacts for you
placing your hand, open-palmed, onto the prince’s
yunho’s larger fingers trace over some of your older work wounds
you try not to flinch, but he notices and retracts his hand immediately
“is it extremely painful?”
he inquires, but you shake your head
“no! not at all! jus - just a pinch really,,,,,,,”
yunho sees something flash in your eyes
“and i can work fine. i really can.”
“im not questioning your skill.”
you blink and he thinks - they’re afraid im going to get them in trouble.
“your family owns a tailor’s shop in the village?”
“yes”
“are they looking to sell it?”
your eyes go wide with terror and yunho feels his heart wrench
“no - wh-why are you asking? i mean, i apologize my prince but wh-”
he lets go of your hand, upset with himself for scaring you like this and before you can get an answer he chooses to turn and flee out of the chambers and down the winding staircase
he flies past a group of confused butlers and you are left in awe, worry and panic icing up in your veins
yunho hates this - he hates that everyone is so afraid of him because they’re afraid of his mother and father
he intends on somehow making it right - especially after seeing how desperately you had tried not to look weak in his eyes
simply for the sake of this pitiful job his mother had employed you in
he thinks maybe instead of asking he should just show - gathering his large frame and making his way to find the same tax keeper from before
you are in utter disbelief when you hear your name being summoned from the guest house on an urgent matter
not by the queen for another ball gown, not the king for his muddy boots
but by prince yunho who requests your presence in the village
you expect the worst as you appear in front of your home - seeing your family lined up beside the prince and the nervous look tax keeper
oh no - did he buy my family’s only possession? this tailor shop has been in my bloodline for years-
“i’ve bought the building,”
he explains and you think you might as well just faint on the spot
“which means, it is my property and can’t be taxed by the royal family.”
the crippling shock stills and you look up into the prince’s eyes
his mouth is not smiling, but his eyes - are they?
“it belongs wholly to your family. you can keep your business here, but they will not be paying taxes ever again.”
the tax keeper is dabbing at his sweaty forehead, but you - but you are confused
your mother's eyes spark in joy and your father breathes out a sigh of relief that must have been clogging up his chest forever
the tax keeper is excused by the prince as you stare agape like a fish
“b-but why?”
you ask, more to no one than to the prince
but yunho hears you, and he explains
“you can go back to your family and run your business. you don’t have to be my mothers workhorse anymore.”
your mother rushes and takes her hand in hers
“it’s a miracle, i thought the royal family was nothing but scum but he -”
she tosses a look over her shoulder and bows to yunho
who for the first time since he was a child gets red in the ears at the sign of respect
you don’t know what to say or what to process
this isn’t a revelation you thought would ever happen - but then you look over your mother's shoulder at yunho
and he ,,,,, does not look like the miserable prince he was once before
yunho fully expects that you will not return to your position at the palace, but instead, that’s exactly what you do
and you’re not one to be ever the brave, but you think that something has shifted in the stiff air of this palace
and so when you round the corner outside the library and spot the prince you jump
“my prince wait!”
you call out and yunho stops in his tracks, he’s never been fond of being yelled at
it usually makes him wince, revert back to the traumatizing first days of his initiation into his parents “perfect prince” role
“kindness is worthless, you should listen to greed - it will bring more than moeny. it will bring power”
his fathers booming voice rings in his ears, but your own soothes it out and he waits as you catch up to him
“i apologize greatly if i am overstepping my boundaries, you are my prince - but i must question your decision to help my family for i don’t know what would drive you to perform such a kind act?”
you look up through your eyelashes and yunho thinks if he looks too long at your own gaze he might drown in it
so he clears his throat and averts his eyes to the side
“it is simply because i wanted to help you.”
his eyes flick to your hands
“you only get hurt working here.”
you still aren’t sure you’re quite catching on, but what you do retain is that the prince who everyone is so sure lives under the heel of his evil parents
has just confessed to wanting to help - of his own volition
a smile breaks out on your face
“i knew it.”
the prince straightens his back - “knew what?”
“you are nothing like them, are you?”
if he’d been anyone else but the son of the most powerful people in the country - you think you’d reach up and caress his cheek
because it feels like he hasn’t had that kind of tenderness in a long time
but you don’t want to jump your fences - so instead you give a small bow of your head
“i know you intended for me to stop working here, but i want to continue. if only because the shop still doesn’t make ends meet, but also maybe they’ll be other reasons too.”
your words seem cryptic but pure - an anomaly, but this whole situation is twisting in unexpected ways
you turn to be back on your way and yunho watches until you disappear down the hall
did you put a spell on him? or is this what vulnerability feels like?
his act of kindness toward you isn’t where yunho stops, slowly he begins to reflect on his demeanor
he was taught not to thank those that worked in the royal home for it was their “duty” to serve those higher above
but yunho had always felt dreadful about the lack of respect his parents and their closest consorts held for the staff
the first time he says “thank you” to the maid that brings him up the evening tea - she almost drops the hot pot out of shock
small steps, small steps are what he takes at first
nods of approval, polite please before asking someone to do something, and then -
he shows up at the stable one day and approaches mingi with a box
at first his old friend is cautious, but when the prince opens it and reveals an assortment of the finest sweets, mingi’s eyes grow wide and he looks up with his mouth open
“is it true? is the yunho i know coming back?”
none of this goes unnoticed - you see his efforts and you cheer him on quietly
whenever the two of your cross paths you even suspect he smiles to himself
you spend a long evening working on patching up the queen’s favorite skirt when you glance out of the window of the workshop and spot the prince with the goofy, but kindhearted stable boy
the bright vibrant red hair sticking out from under his worn cap - mingi laughs as yunho strolls beside him through the fields outside
he hasn’t relaxed completely, but even from far out here you think you can feel that there is warmth flowing back through him
they stroll closer and closer until they’re practically under the window and mingi waves out to you
yunho’s eyes meet yours and he goes breathless
you hang out of the window, hair in your face, arm out to wave in response and he remembers tails he read in books
rapunzel, cinderella, little mermaid - but all the princes in those tales were good
they weren’t crude and unfriendly, money-hungry or manipulative
that’s why they were loved. and that’s why you are not
he tears his eyes away and mingi shouts that you come visit him in the stables for lunch tomorrow
you promise that you will, and the cast one last look at the prince
the next day, just as you expected, you’re enjoying lunch on the hay bales with mingi when the prince happens to come by
he tells mingi that his father wants to have some horses prepared for an afternoon hunt and mingi shoves the remaining of his sandwich in his mouth with a thumbs up
you laugh at his silliness and yunho thinks he can listen to that sound for the rest of his existence
“have you eaten my prince?”
you ask and yunho knows you’re saying it because you have to - you can’t call him by his name
but the way it makes him feel is some effect he’s never had with anyone else before
“yes, please enjoy your lunch as well.”
he puts a hand out as to signal for you to continue, but before he goes some sort of force and maybe a bit of wishful thinking makes you take his hand in yours
yunho’s breathing hitches
“can you join me now that mingi is gone?”
he agrees - but you’re not about to make a prince sit on hay so you invite him over to the workshop
yunho realizes as he makes his way inside that he hasn’t been in here since he was incredibly young
back when his family had a very elderly seamstress, come to think of it - she was the one that had told him all those stories of kindhearted and noble princes
he smiles at the memory, but then comes the stinging aftermath
how your parents had gotten rid of her in the blink of an eye - cast her out and yunho feels something in his chest clench
did she die on the streets? did she even have a family to go back to? why did my parents treat her like she was less than a person?
your voice asking if the prince wants you to make tea breaks his concentration - he politely refuses
and surveys the sad-looking room
there’s a bed, a desk with candles and what he presumes is your diary
most of the space is taken up by the sewing machine and the array of clothing racks
none of which are your own - yunho realizes a lot of them are his mothers or his fathers and even his own
it’s like your living in a closet, a doll stuffed back past all the other more important things
and yet here you are in front of him - shining like the aurora lights
he swallows - suddenly wanting to apologize
“my prince, if i may”
you begin
“i’ve been thinking about how you helped my family-”
“please, don’t think much of it.”
he interrupts and you shake your head
“no - i must think much of it. the son of such -”
you stop, realizing your leading yourself into what could be a very bad decision, but the prince just lets out a sad chuckle
“of such tyrants? i know, believe me i know best how cruel they can be...”
you put your hands to the front and yunho can’t stand the sight - he had never wanted to see another bandage on your fingers
but here you were, wearing them again - all because his mother couldn’t stand to be seen in the same thing twice
“yes, they are. but you are not. mingi told me about the boy you once were -”
yunho bites back on his tongue
“you asked him about me?”
“he told me how sweet and caring you were, how you cried when one the horses were whipped. you aren’t evil - you aren’t like them. it is not my place to judge anyone, especially not you - but i think you are destined for good.”
his large shoulders shake a bit and you worry that maybe you’ve gone too far
but the reality is, yunho has wanted to hear something like this for so long
it’s true - he wasn’t built to be emotionless, to care about money, to watch suffering with a blank expression
suddenly, as if the waves in all the oceans across the world have turned, you watch as the tall - intimidating - cold prince of your country crumbles to his knees on the old floor of your workshop
you rush to him, worried that he’s fallen ill
but then you touch him - hand on his cheek like you and him both had wanted to do back in front of the library
and yunho feels like he’s looking up at a saint
“i don’t want to be a bad person.”
“you are not. you never were.”
yunho leans forward into your touch, you are overwhelmed by his weight and nearly topple over yourself
when was the last time someone was gentle with him?
you wonder as his eyes flutter closed and you see how handsome he is up close
perfect skin resting against the warm skin of your palm
“my prince?”
“i know you cannot sanctify me, i know nothing can take back what my mother and father have done and caused but i want-”
“do you want to change that?”
your other hand comes up and you are cradling the prince - his gaze opens up again and he nods
“i want to make this country a place of kindness again.”
you nod, bringing your forehead down to press against his
the touch makes yunho gasp, affectionate touch foreign to his otherwise untouched body
“you can do it. i believe in you.”
yunho spends that night wide awake in his bed - staring up at the marble ceiling
he feels hot, pressing his fingers to his forehead again - to the spot where you had made contact
even his own mother hadn’t touched him with such care in years
he finds himself wishing he could get up and run out to the guest house where he’s sure you are up - working on other one of his mothers many pointless projects
that tiny room must be lonely, but was it as lonely as being here in this huge palace your whole life?
suddenly a thought that has never crossed his mind pops up
they have a loving family, but do they have someone else? someone special?
yunho sits up - hair disheveled, expensive sheets sliding down at the sudden jolt
“yunho - what are you thinking about right now? have you gone insane?.”
but the thought haunts him, and when he asks mingi in the morning for advice
the look on his friends face only makes him dread
“so you want me to explain what you’re feeling?”
“yes, why do i care so much about who this person is close to.”
mingi crosses his arms over his chest
“because you probably hope the person they’re closest to is you - right? because,,,,,,,,,well i think prince yunho,,,,,,,,,,you probably like this person.”
yunho doesn’t wrap his head around that thought - like you? no, there’s no way
sure, he admits that you have seized him like no other - made him want to change for the better, but that doesn’t necessarily mean -
he loses track of thought when he hears the door to his practice room open
you bow and apologize as you come inside, you’ve never been here before - and prince yunho looks even more handsome in his fencing attire than the usual royal regalia
“am i interrupting, i can come again later my pr-”
he shakes his hand and walks over to place the sword and his helmet down
“is there anything i can do for you?”
he asks, the nature of his voice is giving and soft - you are so happy to hear the shift
“not for me, but i think there is something you can do for your people.”
“my people?”
“you said you wanted to be a kind leader - a good person, i think you can do it - but i think you need to convince others you can too.”
yunho doesn’t know if you convince him
or if maybe he’s always wanted to do something like this
the kitchen staff are perplexed when he orders a gigantic feast
and even more so when he explains that it will be carried down and into the village
the people's eyes and mouths water at the delicacies that have for far too long been too expensive to even dream of
and when the prince makes his way through the streets - he stops and bows
“please enjoy yourselves”
he invites and the lights of what seems like an early christmas spark in the eyes of the village people
you stand beside yunho, shocked that he went this far this fast
you thought he’d start of small with acts of kindness that weren’t this grand
but then you see how happy he is to see other people happy
and when you turn away, he catches the side of your profile and another thought he never imagined he would ever have crossed his mind
don’t they look rather perfect by my side?
feasts, gigantic donations to public schools and orphanages, the prince giving his own fencing classes for free in the streets, inviting villagers to come and tell him their problems
to see him up close, no bodyguards
no meddlesome parents screaming at him to look past the sorrow and think of only the money
yunho wakes you up one morning and the gleam in his eyes excites you
“let’s donate all these dresses my mother keeps stuffed in here to the people?”
you jump out of bed, throwing your arms around his neck and exclaiming that you love that idea
and yunho is so startled
your body pressed against the front of his uniform that he has to gentle place you back on the ground
you flush and apologize profusely - he’s still the prince
even if he feels more like a friend now
and that was uncalled for and rude
yunho wishes he could express that that isn’t the reason why he let you go so fast
it’s just touch has been gone from most of his life that even interactions like these can spark something he isn’t sure he can control
instead, yunho starts helping you collect the racks and racks of expensive gowns and trousers and skirts and jackets
bringing them down to waiting carriages
mingi saluting the two of you from where he sits up beside the horse
and yunho thinks he hears symphonies as you two ride through the streets and throws these gowns out to the people
women and children’s eyes lighting up
feathers, pearls, glitter, lace all fly through the streets of the city
and then yunho notices you clutch something in your hands
it’s a pretty shawl, one that you’d throw over your shoulders during winter
“is this one special?”
he asks and you bring it up to your chest
“my mother helped me make it - the queen wore it at the last new years ball. it took so long to make,,,,,,,,,,”
yunho takes a moment to understand that all these clothes are the efforts of you - of you and your hardworking hands and soul
“we don’t have to thro-”
but you shake your head, you lean out of the carriage and see a young girl with outstretched arms - you drop the shawl and she squeals with excitement
yunho looks at the happiness that overfloods your expression
“all i want to do in my life is give -”
you turn to him
“i think that’s the noblest way to live, right?”
you look absolutely beautiful - yunho wants to say - but he just nods and holds the handle of his saber to calm himself down
when you two return, he holds his hand out to help you down
and mingi whistles from the front seat - leaving you both in an embarrassing mess
as his laughter fills the air
of course, no matter how much you and yunho do to give back to the villagers
no matter how many times he’s seen you look so comfortable, so destined beside him as you two did kind acts together
no matter how close each day felt to him coming to terms with the reality of what the swelling in his heart really meant for you
it was, without a doubt, going to come to this day
where you were hurrying through the palace and stopped dead in your tracks at the sound of a harsh, resounding slap
“you are the prince of the country, what are you doing spending your time with lower than scum peasants?”
the queens voice hisses
“no son of mine is going to rendezvous with a tailor’s daughter. your hands are dirty with their poorness, you disgust me!”
the kings low tone growls
you feel your heartbeats bang like a drum against your rib cage as you peek your head around the doors to the throne room
yunho is standing at the edge of the large marble stairs
his mother and father,
adorned head to toe in your hard work and in jewels they’ve bought with the blood-stained money of their villagers
loom over him like two angry shdaows
they shout cruel words at him
about how he shouldn’t spend his time with you, how he shouldn’t interact with the people, about how stupid he is to make himself out to be this “weak” of a prince
“you’ll never bear the weight of this crown - you know nothing about being a leader!”
his father lashes out and then his mother raises her hand once more
she brings it down, hard against the skin of his cheek
so hard you nearly feel it on your own body
the sound you make echos into the room and all heads turn toward you
you don’t even make an attempt to run or hide, you let the guards drag you up beside yunho
his princes’ crown abandoned at his feet
the saber he always keeps by his side strewn onto the other side of the room
he looks defeated and you just want to tell him that nothing they said is true
“my prince look at me, please - they can spew all the words in the world but i know your kindness will prevail so don’t listen-”
you start, but the queen orders one of the guards to cover up your mouth
you muffle through their hand and yunho can’t even bear to look at you right now
“it’s their fault, isn’t it. if you’d never come into this house my son would have never become the pitiful, pathetic idiot that he’s showcased himself to be.”
the queen’s heels send static through your spine as she makes her way over
“give me yunho’s saber”
she instructs and one of the other court guards scrambles to hand it to her
the king puts his hands behind his back, satisfied with letting his wife do the dirty work as she unsheathes the sword
the jade embellishments are so beautiful - you’d always admired them when they hung at yunho’s side
“no one will miss you dear, you already forced my son to give your disgusting family a free pass by buying up that ugly shack of a tailors shop. well i suppose someone has to pay for his stupidity - and since i can’t kill my own son.”
she flicks her eyes at yunho and scoffs
“i can kill what made him so damn useless”
the guard lets you go - and you full to the floor to collect your breath
it leaves you open to the attack, and you want to take one last look at yunho
ask him to please not give up on becoming a better ruler for the people
when suddenly you see him move forward, grabbing onto the blade before his mother can thrust it forward
all you feel is the tiny drops of blood as the sharp edge digs into his skin and he yanks it from her hold
stepping in front of you he puts the sword out
“GUARDS!”
his mother shouts, but just as they move toward him - yunho finally speaks
it’s that voice you’ve heard about, the voice that sounds like thunder
“WHAT? ARE YOU GOING TO KILL ME? THE PRINCE?”
he heaves, bloody hands wrapped around the grip of his sword
“YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME AND KEEP LIVING UNDER THEIR COMMAND? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?”
the guards all hesitate - and the staff which have crowded around the commotion all have their eyes locked on yunho and you
you look up, yunho is visibility shaking - the pain must be immense as the gashes on his palms are huge
“my prince-”
you start, but it’s weak and meager and drowned out by the queens insolent laughing, accompanied by the king in unison
“OF COURSE THEY ARE, SON! THEY’RE IDIOTS BORN TO SERVE - NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS!”
yunho looks around and asks again
“ARE THESE THE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO LIVE FOR?”
the queen and king don’t look scared, they just order for the guards to seize yunho and kill you once more
but no one moves
no one dares to even breath
slowly you start to get up, you reach out - yunho watches you as you settle your hands over his
you hold the grip too, your old scarring wounds over his freshly new ones
“i don’t want to be ruled by them anymore.”
you start
“i want to be ruled by a kind, loving, thoughtful person. i want to be ruled by prince yunho.”
he staff burst into bubbling talks, the guards still don’t move
and yunho looks at you - holding his bloody hands and bloody sword
and he still sees the imprint of the guards hand on your neck and lips and it tears him apart
but it makes him stronger too
and he also feels his head almost spin because this is the first time you’ve ever said his name
suddenly, there’s a flash and the entire room turns - assuming a guard has finally made their move
but instead, the flash is red
and it runs up behind the king and then appears beside you and yunho
it’s mingi, and in his hands is the crown that was just on the kings head
“i believe this is yours!”
he grins - plopping it ontop of yunho’s head and stepping back to join the staff that has now crowded itself into the room
the king hollers for the guards to get him
but yunho beats him to it
“GUARDS, AS THE NEW KING -”
his eyes lock with yours
“I ORDER YOU TO SEIZE MY MOTHER AND FATHER!”
without a moment's hesitation, you hear them rally around to take the old queen and king by the hands
they both yell and shout that this is insane - preposterous - that their son better stop acting up and order them to be released now
but yunho shakes his head
“too long you two have asked me to be silent, to be cruel, and to be heartless. but i chose kindness. i chose to give because.”
you smile at him - and say it in the same
“that is the noblest way to live.”
the staff break into a cheer all around, the doors of the palace burst open and the parade you and yunho out into the streets
although you’re both sweating, covered in blood and you’re riping at your sleeves to bandage yunho up
the villagers welcome him like the king he is
crooked crown - but pure heart
and mingi appears beside you
you holding yunho’s sword still in your hands
“i think we’ll need to organize a coronation for the king!”
“yes!”
you laugh and watch as the people embrace yunho and he shines in the middle, happy to finally be free of the hold of his parents
mingi leans down closer
“and a wedding am i right?”
you jump, hitting him playfully as he shrugs
even in the crowd -
the prince finds you
eyes locked on yours
everyone turns and watches as you come closer and closer
offering up the sword to him, but he simply nudges it to the side
taking your face in his hands,
just like you did to him all that time before
the makeshift bandages rough on your cheeks
but his lips soft as they brush yours
mingi grins
“i was definitely right. there will totally be a wedding soon,,,,,,,,i hope there will be cake!”
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