Chaeyoung was back against the wall she was thrown at when she first entered the cell. The guards now stood outside their cell, staring at them with amused expressions. Sehun however still had his eyes locked on her, his expression screaming with meaningful phrases he wanted so badly to tell his mate.   “Won Bin wishes to speak with you.” One of the guards directed towards Chaeyoung.   Sehun instantly jerked upwards, his glare causing his green familiar irises to appear. “He will not meet her, only me.” He stated firmly.   The guard laughed, “You’re not that special prince Sehun. He wishes to see this fine jewel.” He stomped into the cell and pulled Chaeyoung up from the ground. Chaeyoung didn’t struggle against him, only stumbling after him without a word.   “CHAEYOUNG!” Sehun yelled, flailing his arms to loosen the chains wrapped around his wrists.    As the guard closed the cell, Chaeyoung gave Sehun one last glance.    Sehun furiously shook his head as he deciphered Chaeyoung’s expression. She wanted him to leave. She wanted him to run away. She wanted him to be safe. All the things he wished, she could do.   “CHAEYOUNG!” He screamed desperately.   Chaeyoung lowered her gaze, “Save yourself Sehun.”   -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-   Chaeyoung followed the guard’s step through the never-ending corridors and large rooms of big, wooden doors crafted with golden ornaments.   It was about 15 minutes until they were at the destination. The guard released her arm and fished out some keys. They jingled noisily in his palms. When he found the right key, he dug it into the hole, twisting the knob open.   The two guards behind her shoved her forward, and she stumbled inside the grand room.   Her eyes landed on a tall man with black hair and olive skin. He was gorgeous, but that was a mask for his inner cruelty. The way his lips lifted into a mean smirk was enough to state his true self.   “You’ve arrived.” His voice was deep and it echoed off the walls like speakers.   The guard that dragged her there went towards the man and offered a bow. “Yes your majesty. We’ve arrived with the trespasser.”   Won Bin conversely kept his mischievous gaze locked on Chaeyoung who remained poised under his scrutiny.   Chaeyoung avoided his eyes, looking around the room. It was then she saw 7 familiar figures at his sides. *Taemin’s minions?* She raised her brow. Her eyes automatically locked with one of the taller ones, the one whom looked arrogant. When he caught her eyes, there was look of bewilderment plastered on his face. His features paled, and he wrenched his head the other way to look away.   “-here young lady.”   Chaeyoung perked her head. “Huh?”   Won Bin just looked amused as he sat back down onto the grand chair, crossing a leg over the other as he eyed her with intent. “I said, ‘come here’.”   Chaeyoung snorted, “No thank-you. I’m fine just standing here.”   The grin Won Bin held fell straight away.   The guards behind her poked her with the end of their spears, forcing her to pace towards Won Bin until she stood only half a metre before him. Chaeyoung felt uncomfortable feeling his eyes roam around her body and examine her face.   “Perfect.” She heard him say.   “You’ll become a perfect bride.” The g