Hwayoon's POV -

 

Today is the last day I'll be staying in my room. Or should I say getting locked inside my own room. I did nothing at all. At first, scrolling down on my phone, listening to music, watching movies, and then ended up texting Jungkook. Well, that was the first day. Then they blocked my access to him. I missed him so much. Two days is like one whole year without sunlight!    I heard some clicks on my door while I was painting the dead cherry blossom tree outside. I put in so much brutal details in it. That describes my mood. Two servants pour in my room, I didn't bother to look at them. "Finally." I said, as I set the paint plate down.    I get up as they bowed to me. I bowed my head back. "The King wants to have a word with you, Your Highness. Please report to the Throne." One servant said.   "Please take this." the other servant said, handing me a big yellow envelope.    I put on my formal clothing and started walking to the Throne with the envelope in my hands. The two servants followed my trail as I opened the envelope. I read it and it's about the weapons and what's going on. They're planning to do something but they didn't tell exactly what. I was confused. So I put the paper back in the envelope.    As I arrived at the doors, they called my name. My father smiled as I approached.   "How are you doing?" He asked, when I sat down beside him.    I set the envelope on the table on my side. "I'm fine, Father. What about you?"   "Good as always." he sighed.   "Why am I here for?" I asked, after a few seconds.   "It's about Jungkook, that gentleman."   "What about him?"   "I want you to forget him because I'm planning to arrange your marriage with a noble one."   "No, you can't do that and I don't want to forget him, Father." I sat up from my chair.   "Listen to me. I will not repeat this again. You will not marry Jungkook. He's no good for us."   I thought about him. "Well, there IS one good thing about him, Father."   "What is it then?"   "He has a power that involved water. I think he inherited from his parents."   "No. That will not do it. If you want him, he could be part of the Council---"   "No, Father. I want to marry him."   "Hmm, how about I get you a handsome noble one? With everything like Jungkook, much better than Jungkook?"   "No, Father, it HAS to be Jungkook. I don't want anyone else! Please . . ."   Father looked straight in my eyes. I could see his grey irises and his dark pupil. Then I found my eyes wandering around the Throne. I blinked and blinked harder. Then blinked repeatedly, wondering what happened. My attention snapped back to my Father.   "Are you sure, you wanted to marry Jungkook instead of the handsome, intelligent, talented, wholesome noble one?" he suddenly asked.   "I think I rather go with the noble one, Father. I'm done with Jungkook." I said. Why did I say that???   He smiled brightly, "Well, dear, good choice. I'll have some planners to plan your wedding then. Oh, dear, I have a brilliant idea about what to do with him, are you with me?"   I nodded, "Yes, Father."   "Then we have a lot to discuss with Minister Namjoo and General Jongtae this afternoon."                 Jungkook's POV -     I was sketching the noon clouds. It was beautiful. The air was fresh, the birds chirped, and it was sunny. It's such a nice day though it's autumn. It was a little chilly, too. Though the last few days I haven't been getting texts from the Princess, Hwayoon. Something might've happened.   I drew a nice curvy line on the clouds and blemish it with my thumb. Suddenly, there's a tap on my shoulder. I yelped. Hwayoon stood behind me, in her hoodie and smile. "Sorry, Jungkook-ssi. I need to tell you something." She said.   My eyes widened, "Oh, then let's talk inside." I grabbed her warm hands and drag her inside.    Unexpectedly, she pulled back. Hwayoon drew her hands to her chest. "I-I want to run away with you, Jungkook. I can't stand being apart from you anymore. When we live in different towns, it's like you live on another different continent. So let's run away together. We could make our own family, we could be together forever. I know it's such a sudden but . . . I just can't take this anymore."   My mouth dropped. My eyes widened. I swallowed.    "Decide quick, Jungkook. The warlocks are after us! Do you want to stay here or run away together??" I looked at her. Her hands trembled, as well as her soft, pink lips.    I felt goosebumps all over my arms as a cool breeze wash by. I look down at my sketching of the clouds. Then looked up at her again.    I felt my feet running swiftly on the ground. And at the back, I was dragging Hwayoon. She had tears in her eyes as she wipe them away with a smile. I smiled back at her. I tighten my grip on her hand as we ran.    When we approached the big tree, she stopped. "Wait, Jungkook, I want to stop and have one last look at your mother's garden."   "But, do we have time?"   "We could cut through the forest there. I'm sure there's a shortcut." she said.   "But where are we heading?" I asked, confused.   "We're going to the Unknown Lands. We could live in the mountains."   "Well, then, let's have a quick stop there."    When we arrived at the garden, it was peaceful as ever. Then I lead her to a more mysterious place in the garden: the Pond Mirrors. It's where the water reflected the sun so well, that it turned into mirrors, reflecting against the sky. Hwayoon was amazed and said that I never showed her this part. I apologized because last time her people took her away. Then we both laughed until our stomachs hurt.    Then she danced with the butterflies and almost fell into a pond mirror. I sat there and laughed.    "Let's get out of here." I said to her. She nods and I started guiding her to the meadow then straight to the forest.  As we walked, I heard a noise. I stopped.    "What is it, Jungkook?" Hwayoon asked.   "Shh, did you hear that?"    *clump . . . It echoes into the forest. It sounded like metal works and then there's steam up the top of the trees.  "Quick! Hwayoon, they're catching up!" I held her