Preparations were quick, Sana and Jeongyeon picking out what they liked most from the traditional decor. Sana was busy being fitted for her own gown, smiling to herself as she thought of her own special day. Then the sad reminder that her mother wasn’t there creeped into her head. She let out a small sigh, knowing that she couldn’t just wish for her to be there anymore. At least she knew she was watching her from above and with her in spirit. 

“Do I have to wear a dress?” Jeongyeon frowned. “Can I wear a suit?” She asked quietly. 

“Um..” The tailor looked to the guard who shrugged his shoulders. 

“I wore a suit during the suitor thing…” Jeongyeon stated casually. 

The tailor had eventually given in, getting measurements for a suit rather than a dress. Jeongyeon was happier with being able to wear pants rather than a dress. After a week, she was fitted for the rough version of her suit, smiling to herself in the mirror. 

When she wasn’t being fitted, she was busy learning how to act in the palace, the history of everything in the kingdom and focusing on making everything her own priority. It had become too hectic in her life that she would become exhausted by the end of the day. 

“Jeong?” Sana whispered, peeking into their bedroom. She saw Jeongyeon, already passed out while sitting on the bed. Her back was against the headboard, still dressed in her day clothes. Sana let out a small chuckle, stepping into their bedroom and quickly changing. 

She loved her so much, just wanting to help her with her own preparations and everything in between. She wanted to make sure that Jeongyeon felt safe and comfortable on their special day. So while Jeongyeon focused on just learning how to be one of them, she would focus herself on details for their wedding rather than having her stress. 

It seemed as if their entire days were filled with barely seeing one another, Jeongyeon keeping herself occupied with her own classes, learning how to be a royal and keeping herself poised. 

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The night before their wedding, Sana was a bit of a nervous wreck. She paced in her room, unable to find sleep as she worried about her own wedding. She began to wring her hands, her thoughts going a mile a minute until she heard a small knock on her door. She walked over, opening it to see Jihyo there. 

“Why are you up this late?” Sana whispered. 

“I figured you would be awake