"What is this, your highness?" Beryl asked cheerfully, smiling idiotically as she cautiously studied Sehun wrapping his large hands around the greenware to form whatever form comes to his mind. "Why don't you order anyone to do it for you instead of dirtying your hands?"

"Aren't I allowed to do the things I love on my own?" He smiled brightly without averting his eyes from the masterpiece that was yet to be created. His bright smile made Beryl's heart dive more deeply into her heatedly admiring body.

"Can you teach me, your highness?" It took her a lot of courage to ask such a question but she was young and free, she couldn't understand that she was crossing the line and that she will be cussed out by all the maids present in the room for being so boorish and stupid. But much to Beryl's relief and everyone in the room's surprise, the crown prince only met her with another heart-warming grin that made her heart jolt yet another time ferociously and run into her ribcage.

Hesitantly and shyly, she walked up to him, turned her body so her back was facing his rigid chest and after he beckoned her to put her hands onto the unfired pottery, feeling the soft, cold and malleable material against her warm palms, his arms crawled all along her arms to gently wrap his hands around hers to move them smoothly along the deforming pottery. Hot breaths colliding with her already nervously perspiring cheek.