Each morning and night became the more ordinary as they passed, however this morning was completly extraordinary. Word had found way throughout the kingdom that a Prince was to make an appearance. The kingdom had been deprived of royal blood for such a vast amount of time that it almost became alien for royalty to lurk among the highways of the realm. Yet, the myth, though fragmented, still believed that a hidden Queen of Silla would be crowned and regulate the throne.

The protective guards parted for knights to march within the kingdom. Each street parted way for the oncoming royal blood, each set of eyes gazed upon the knighthood with concern and curiousity. A buxom of women gossip'd and stared, eyes examining through any possible part or tear of the protective curtain that shielded the identity of the royal blood inside the carriage. The destination of the carriage was amongst the palace and the townspeople became more curious than concerned, assumptions and imaginings of the Princess's identity had been floating around like a little boat on water. Each indivudual, with a failed glimpse, attempted to visualise her. The protective guards began to close, a steel frame concealing the carriage within the palace walls, the place that wreaked an essence of secrecy.

Amongst the crowd stood Oh Sehun and his friends, all of whom were also in awe of what they had witnessed. 

“Do you think they’re gonna reveal the princess? Is she that hideous that she needed to be hidden well?” Baekhyun wondered, his brows furrowed in confusion. Kyungsoo was tempted to smack some respect into the male but maintained his posture, knowing that there was no point in trying to be rational with Baekhyun, or cause a rucus amongst royalty.

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The sculptures in front of the palace had been made long ago by masters of the craft. They were set on pedestals amid the water of the fountains and the perfectly manicured hedges that looked like different animals. From a distance, the palace looked to be made entirely of ice, but when close enough to touch it , it became a visible crystal palace. It seemed to grow right out of the ground like a glacier and it reflected the light like many shards of glass in the afternoon sun. 

The coachman jumped from his seat, opening the door to the carriage to reveal the Prince. The Prince had never been out of his own realm, or his palace grounds, yet his expectations for his destination remained constant. All floors were to consist or marble. All stair rails were ornate mahogany, carved and polished so that it shined. Family portraits were painted in oils and hung in gold frames to exude pride and honour. Furniture was all handmade by master craftsmen. Nothing ever got dirty. He had never seen dust in his seventeen years of life. The air was scented with fresh flowers every day of the year, yet he had never seen a flower ever die or wilt. Food was always perfect and served precisely on time, but he had never seen a kitchen. 

Chief Jihoon stood assuringly aside the palace entrance, his hands interlocked behind his back out of respect as he patiently waited to greet his guest. 

A handsome, young, gentlemen gracefully blessed the