[FIC] "The Prince and His Angel"
Title:"The Prince and His Angel"
Author:pinkishglow
Pairing: Yunjae (Main), Chunjae
Rating: PG-13~PG-17
Genre: Romance, Drama
Summary: Tired of being a prince, Yunho decides to escape from the palace. Outside he will find his true love. *Can’t write summaries T_T*
Warnings: Contains MPREG and a delicate Jaejoong (If this makes you feel uncomfortable, please stop reading)
Beta-ed by the wonderful jangwoohyuk35(Espero ya no estes llorando ♥)
Chapter 13b
Jaejoong
“Have you seen her?”
“How could I have not? I was also there when her carriage arrived, remember?”
“She’s grown to be a beautiful woman, don’t you think? Last time I saw her she was just an immature little girl always clinging to His majesty.”
“That’s right.” The guard pauses just for a brief moment before continuing with the conversation. “Too bad they didn’t end up together. At least she cares for His majesty unlike…” His frightened partner quickly covers his friend’s mouth as soon as he sees you appearing from around the corner, your visit to the royal library taking them both by surprise.
“Y-Your majesty…” the guard mutters before moving clumsily aside to let you enter; gossips of this nature always reaching to your ears even when they try to be discreet, or even when you try not to listen. But how can you not listen when lately she is all they talk about?
“She’s beautiful,” some say; “she looks ethereal,” some others whisper behind your back, and lastly the comment that never fails to be popular among them, “she deserves to be the queen instead of a mere concubine.” But as cruel as that might sound, it doesn’t hurt as much as when Yunho walks past you with her by his side. He never even glances at you anymore.
“Your Majesty?” Escort Chansook utters after noticing you staring blankly at the old cover of a book. “Are you feeling okay?” she asks out of concern.
“I’m feeling just fine,” you add another lie to the long and imaginary list of lies and deceptions you keep secretly hidden in your mind. “This one looks interesting, don’t you think?” Her worried expression fills your heart with sadness, but you try to hide your emotions as best as you can, and smile instead.
As you skim through the old looking pages, you notice that the book is, in fact, interesting and even distracting, making you wonder why the idea of coming to this place never crossed your mind before. But almost too soon, you find the answer too painful to bear.
You close the book and take a few others that you think are going to keep you busy for the next few weeks. “We should get back.” You find yourself smiling at her, who immediately runs to your side to take some the books off your arms, but you stop her by shaking your head in disagreement. No matter the circumstances, you should always be and act as the gentleman that you are, and she should always remain as a lady before your eyes.
“Chansook-ssi?” your voice vibrates through the empty walls of your chamber after you place the books on your bedside table. “Do you like living in this place?” The question takes her by surprise and you notice it in her eyes as she stares into yours for a brief moment. “Don’t you miss your family?” Invading someone else’s right of privacy isn’t something that you would normally do, but today, for some reason, you find yourself doing just that.
“Sometimes,” she says quietly, lowering her gaze to stare at the wooden floor, and even though you can’t see her expression, you know she is reminiscing about the past. “But…it’s because of them that I’m here today. I owe everything that I am to my family, especially to my father. He was a good man. A hero in my eyes,” her voice tinges with a mixture of sadness and pride, you notice.
“Is he…”
“Dead? Yes, he is.” She raises her gaze and is right then when you notice wetness pooling inside her brown eyes.
Guilt invades your heart along with something else you can’t describe. Something you try to hide. “He was…executed,” she whispers softly, breaking the invisible wall protecting her delicate heart. A replica to the one you have.
Innumerable questions cloud your mind, stirring your curiosity from a deep slumber. But before you can formulate a coherent thought, she speaks again. “He was accused unjustly of conspiracy and kidnapping,” she voices, holding back tears of impotence.
“Kidnapping?” She nods and you motion silently for her to have a seat in front of you as you wait patiently until she feels ready to continue her personal story.
“Eight years ago…h-he helped His majesty to escape from the palace. Days later my father was locked up in jail, brutally tortured, and then…killed.”
Like a page in your diary, her words tell the beginning of your first love story. A sad love story that hurt more people than what you have imagined.
“I hated him. It was his fault my father was dead.” She rests her hands on her lap, playing with the fabric of her hanbok as a distraction. “I’m so sorry, Your majesty. I shouldn’t have said that.” She bows her head and covers her mouth.
“Don’t apologize. I know how you feel. I too lost my father,” you mutter because it’s only fair to share your pain with someone who might as well be your own reflection staring back at you from the other side of the mirror. “There is something I don’t understand.” Her fingers intertwine, trying to calm her nerves down as she listens to you. “Why are you here? How can you work for him when clearly he is responsible for your father’s death?” Were you forced to live here for the rest of your life as a punishment like I was? You also want to ask, but you choose to remain silent and wait for her to talk instead.
“I…initially came to avenge my father’s death.” Her confession shocks you. Never would you believe such words if they didn’t come from her own lips. “I knew in my heart that if I took His majesty’s life with my own hands, my father would finally get the peace he deserved. But…” Her voice breaks and tears of regret finally pour out of her sad eyes. “I couldn’t. W-when I saw him for the first time, I knew I couldn’t do it, for he was already…broken.”
“What do you mean by broken?” you ask her softly while squeezing her hand delicately as a sign of comfort, breaking the rules imposed by society that you as royalty and she as a commoner must follow.
“After he came back, his father, the former King, sent guards to beat him to the point I thought he wouldn’t survive. His face was almost unrecognizable and he had many broken bones, it took him months, perhaps ever years to walk again. It was then that I knew he was as innocent as my father.”
How come I didn’t know anything about this? You ask yourself, removing your hands from hers to control the involuntary shaking and goosebumps extending throughout your body. “Why would a father do something like that to his own son?” you find yourself asking louder than how you initially intended to sound.
Chansook shifts in her seat, clearly distressed for discussing a private matter she shouldn’t have brought up in the first place. “His majesty made the mistake of falling in love with the wrong person,” she pauses and then says, “that person is you, Your majesty.” She finally reveals the truth you didn’t want to believe. The truth you just couldn’t accept. She continues speaking as you rise from your seat unable to understand how she knew about the relationship you and Yunho once had. “The former King himself sent me, the daughter of the guard that let his son escape, to take care of His majesty. He knew how much I was hurting. He saw hatred in my eyes and sent me to finish him off. But…I ended up doing just the opposite and remained by his side to see him become a man. A King.” A smile forms across her tear-stricken face, you notice as you stare down at her. “He never mentioned your name, Your Highness. But the smile I used to see in his face whenever he talked about gaining back your heart and trust, and the smile he showed the day he took you as his spouse were the same. That is how I knew you were his other half.”
“He took everything away from me,” you try to reason with yourself because sympathy is something you can’t feel.
“That might be true. But Your majesty…you stole his heart.” Finally, the bitter taste of bile rising up your esophagus invades all your senses, making you run immediately to the bathroom to relieve yourself from something that has been eating you up all these past years. Hatred. Hatred against someone who has been hurt just as much as you have.
“Your majesty!” You distinctly hear Chansook exclaim behind your back as, once again, another wave of nausea hits your stomach.
Next day
You couldn’t sleep last night. Your conscience wouldn’t let you. Not after what Chansook told you. Your hands still shake, your head hurts, and your chest feels numb as if something was pressing tightly against it from the outside, suffocating you alive.
“Your Highness, you should go back to bed.” Chansook pleads as she places a tray of food atop the bed.
“I can’t lie in bed any longer,” you state, stepping outside of your bedroom and into the hall.
“But Your majesty, where are you going?” she inquires as she follows you.
“To the King’s chamber.” It’s your only response.
As usual, they won’t let you in. It’s too early, they say. But you know that that is not the reason they are not letting you see the King, your husband.
“Please. I just want to talk to him,” you find yourself begging. Pleading.
You just want to hear the truth from his lips. You need to find the missing pieces of your broken puzzle before you go crazy. Before you lose your mind and heart.
“Maybe you should come back later.” You detect fear in his eyes; something is bothering him, putting him in a difficult position.
“Please,” he begs, but it’s too late.
“Y-Your majesty,” she utters surprised, bowing before you only after closing the door behind her. From the corner of your eyes, you can see the guards tensing up, straightening their posture as she walks down the grand hall. You are left standing in front of Yunho’s chamber with Chansook by your side, trying to regain your composure after what you have just witnessed.
“Now am I allowed to see my husband?” You ask them, trying to hide your shame under long, black lashes.
The guard opens the door and only you step inside, knowing that Chansook respects your privacy.
The bed is unmade. You notice that particular fact before setting your sight upon Yunho’s back who is unaware of your presence.
“We need to talk,” you say, waiting for him to recognize your voice.
A/N: I don’t know what to say guys, it’s been so long since I last updated, but I’ve been busy. It seems my muse decided to abandon me, but hopefully she’ll return back :D Please remember to leave a comment, you’re my inspiration <333
Author:pinkishglow
Pairing: Yunjae (Main), Chunjae
Rating: PG-13~PG-17
Genre: Romance, Drama
Summary: Tired of being a prince, Yunho decides to escape from the palace. Outside he will find his true love. *Can’t write summaries T_T*
Warnings: Contains MPREG and a delicate Jaejoong (If this makes you feel uncomfortable, please stop reading)
Beta-ed by the wonderful jangwoohyuk35(Espero ya no estes llorando ♥)
Chapter 13b
Jaejoong
“Have you seen her?”
“How could I have not? I was also there when her carriage arrived, remember?”
“She’s grown to be a beautiful woman, don’t you think? Last time I saw her she was just an immature little girl always clinging to His majesty.”
“That’s right.” The guard pauses just for a brief moment before continuing with the conversation. “Too bad they didn’t end up together. At least she cares for His majesty unlike…” His frightened partner quickly covers his friend’s mouth as soon as he sees you appearing from around the corner, your visit to the royal library taking them both by surprise.
“Y-Your majesty…” the guard mutters before moving clumsily aside to let you enter; gossips of this nature always reaching to your ears even when they try to be discreet, or even when you try not to listen. But how can you not listen when lately she is all they talk about?
“She’s beautiful,” some say; “she looks ethereal,” some others whisper behind your back, and lastly the comment that never fails to be popular among them, “she deserves to be the queen instead of a mere concubine.” But as cruel as that might sound, it doesn’t hurt as much as when Yunho walks past you with her by his side. He never even glances at you anymore.
“Your Majesty?” Escort Chansook utters after noticing you staring blankly at the old cover of a book. “Are you feeling okay?” she asks out of concern.
“I’m feeling just fine,” you add another lie to the long and imaginary list of lies and deceptions you keep secretly hidden in your mind. “This one looks interesting, don’t you think?” Her worried expression fills your heart with sadness, but you try to hide your emotions as best as you can, and smile instead.
As you skim through the old looking pages, you notice that the book is, in fact, interesting and even distracting, making you wonder why the idea of coming to this place never crossed your mind before. But almost too soon, you find the answer too painful to bear.
You close the book and take a few others that you think are going to keep you busy for the next few weeks. “We should get back.” You find yourself smiling at her, who immediately runs to your side to take some the books off your arms, but you stop her by shaking your head in disagreement. No matter the circumstances, you should always be and act as the gentleman that you are, and she should always remain as a lady before your eyes.
“Chansook-ssi?” your voice vibrates through the empty walls of your chamber after you place the books on your bedside table. “Do you like living in this place?” The question takes her by surprise and you notice it in her eyes as she stares into yours for a brief moment. “Don’t you miss your family?” Invading someone else’s right of privacy isn’t something that you would normally do, but today, for some reason, you find yourself doing just that.
“Sometimes,” she says quietly, lowering her gaze to stare at the wooden floor, and even though you can’t see her expression, you know she is reminiscing about the past. “But…it’s because of them that I’m here today. I owe everything that I am to my family, especially to my father. He was a good man. A hero in my eyes,” her voice tinges with a mixture of sadness and pride, you notice.
“Is he…”
“Dead? Yes, he is.” She raises her gaze and is right then when you notice wetness pooling inside her brown eyes.
Guilt invades your heart along with something else you can’t describe. Something you try to hide. “He was…executed,” she whispers softly, breaking the invisible wall protecting her delicate heart. A replica to the one you have.
Innumerable questions cloud your mind, stirring your curiosity from a deep slumber. But before you can formulate a coherent thought, she speaks again. “He was accused unjustly of conspiracy and kidnapping,” she voices, holding back tears of impotence.
“Kidnapping?” She nods and you motion silently for her to have a seat in front of you as you wait patiently until she feels ready to continue her personal story.
“Eight years ago…h-he helped His majesty to escape from the palace. Days later my father was locked up in jail, brutally tortured, and then…killed.”
Like a page in your diary, her words tell the beginning of your first love story. A sad love story that hurt more people than what you have imagined.
“I hated him. It was his fault my father was dead.” She rests her hands on her lap, playing with the fabric of her hanbok as a distraction. “I’m so sorry, Your majesty. I shouldn’t have said that.” She bows her head and covers her mouth.
“Don’t apologize. I know how you feel. I too lost my father,” you mutter because it’s only fair to share your pain with someone who might as well be your own reflection staring back at you from the other side of the mirror. “There is something I don’t understand.” Her fingers intertwine, trying to calm her nerves down as she listens to you. “Why are you here? How can you work for him when clearly he is responsible for your father’s death?” Were you forced to live here for the rest of your life as a punishment like I was? You also want to ask, but you choose to remain silent and wait for her to talk instead.
“I…initially came to avenge my father’s death.” Her confession shocks you. Never would you believe such words if they didn’t come from her own lips. “I knew in my heart that if I took His majesty’s life with my own hands, my father would finally get the peace he deserved. But…” Her voice breaks and tears of regret finally pour out of her sad eyes. “I couldn’t. W-when I saw him for the first time, I knew I couldn’t do it, for he was already…broken.”
“What do you mean by broken?” you ask her softly while squeezing her hand delicately as a sign of comfort, breaking the rules imposed by society that you as royalty and she as a commoner must follow.
“After he came back, his father, the former King, sent guards to beat him to the point I thought he wouldn’t survive. His face was almost unrecognizable and he had many broken bones, it took him months, perhaps ever years to walk again. It was then that I knew he was as innocent as my father.”
How come I didn’t know anything about this? You ask yourself, removing your hands from hers to control the involuntary shaking and goosebumps extending throughout your body. “Why would a father do something like that to his own son?” you find yourself asking louder than how you initially intended to sound.
Chansook shifts in her seat, clearly distressed for discussing a private matter she shouldn’t have brought up in the first place. “His majesty made the mistake of falling in love with the wrong person,” she pauses and then says, “that person is you, Your majesty.” She finally reveals the truth you didn’t want to believe. The truth you just couldn’t accept. She continues speaking as you rise from your seat unable to understand how she knew about the relationship you and Yunho once had. “The former King himself sent me, the daughter of the guard that let his son escape, to take care of His majesty. He knew how much I was hurting. He saw hatred in my eyes and sent me to finish him off. But…I ended up doing just the opposite and remained by his side to see him become a man. A King.” A smile forms across her tear-stricken face, you notice as you stare down at her. “He never mentioned your name, Your Highness. But the smile I used to see in his face whenever he talked about gaining back your heart and trust, and the smile he showed the day he took you as his spouse were the same. That is how I knew you were his other half.”
“He took everything away from me,” you try to reason with yourself because sympathy is something you can’t feel.
“That might be true. But Your majesty…you stole his heart.” Finally, the bitter taste of bile rising up your esophagus invades all your senses, making you run immediately to the bathroom to relieve yourself from something that has been eating you up all these past years. Hatred. Hatred against someone who has been hurt just as much as you have.
“Your majesty!” You distinctly hear Chansook exclaim behind your back as, once again, another wave of nausea hits your stomach.
Next day
You couldn’t sleep last night. Your conscience wouldn’t let you. Not after what Chansook told you. Your hands still shake, your head hurts, and your chest feels numb as if something was pressing tightly against it from the outside, suffocating you alive.
“Your Highness, you should go back to bed.” Chansook pleads as she places a tray of food atop the bed.
“I can’t lie in bed any longer,” you state, stepping outside of your bedroom and into the hall.
“But Your majesty, where are you going?” she inquires as she follows you.
“To the King’s chamber.” It’s your only response.
As usual, they won’t let you in. It’s too early, they say. But you know that that is not the reason they are not letting you see the King, your husband.
“Please. I just want to talk to him,” you find yourself begging. Pleading.
You just want to hear the truth from his lips. You need to find the missing pieces of your broken puzzle before you go crazy. Before you lose your mind and heart.
“Maybe you should come back later.” You detect fear in his eyes; something is bothering him, putting him in a difficult position.
“Please,” he begs, but it’s too late.
“Y-Your majesty,” she utters surprised, bowing before you only after closing the door behind her. From the corner of your eyes, you can see the guards tensing up, straightening their posture as she walks down the grand hall. You are left standing in front of Yunho’s chamber with Chansook by your side, trying to regain your composure after what you have just witnessed.
“Now am I allowed to see my husband?” You ask them, trying to hide your shame under long, black lashes.
The guard opens the door and only you step inside, knowing that Chansook respects your privacy.
The bed is unmade. You notice that particular fact before setting your sight upon Yunho’s back who is unaware of your presence.
“We need to talk,” you say, waiting for him to recognize your voice.
A/N: I don’t know what to say guys, it’s been so long since I last updated, but I’ve been busy. It seems my muse decided to abandon me, but hopefully she’ll return back :D Please remember to leave a comment, you’re my inspiration <333