The Moon Festival was simply breath-taking.   Royals, nobles and important businessmen of all sorts gathered at the palace to fest on the special occasion.    The whole place was decorated in the purest of white shades. Hanbyul helped many other servants to twist some white ribbons over the trees situated in the courtyard, hang the lanterns and clean the big fountain.   “It’s so beautiful.” Lay beamed, his eyes travelling all over the decorations and happy people swarming the brightly lit courtyard. Hanbyul agreed, she’d never seen so many happy people in one place. She peered at the Mermen prince, smiling. His dimples were showing as he watched in awe the performers prance in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by many loud men, women and children.   “Wanna dance?” Lay bent a little and offered his hand.    Hanbyul shook her head furiously, “We have to serve the people, remember?”   “But there’s so many of us servants here, they won’t realise two missing.” Lay persuaded, grabbing her slender fingers into his own.    Hanbyul allowed Lay to pull her into the crowd of dancing bodies. He smiled brightly down at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer so their upper bodies rubbed as they danced. Hanbyul threw her arms around his neck, and Lay couldn’t help but keep his eyes on her mesmerising grey orbs.   Lay spun her around and caught her again in his embrace, continuing their dance as if they were the only two swirling around on the courtyard. Lay then spun both of them to a corner where thick columns hid them from view.   He pressed her up against the wall and let his finger slip down her cheek and caress her pink lips.   Hanbyul was genuinely surprised, staring at Lay curiously.   “I’ve always loved your lips.” He breathed softly, outlining her lips attentively. His eyes stayed glued on . “They look so soft.”   Hanbyul felt weak against him, especially feeling him talk the way he was doing now.    “They look so addicting. “ He resumed, leaning closer so barely any space was left between their warm bodies.   “And tasty.” He whispered as his lips skimmed over the tip of her nose. Lay read the situation carefully. If he were going to kiss Hanbyul, he just wished that she wouldn’t look like she was planning to leave but she didn’t look like she wanted to go, in fact, she looked comfortable in his arms. She wanted him to kiss her. Lay leaned forwards, his lips so close to Hanbyul’s. He could almost taste her lips, that was until a cough disturbed their magical trance.   Both Hanbyul and Lay pulled back, both somewhat irritated and unsatisfied. Their eyes connected with the royal bastard of a King who eyed them with disgust.   “Next time, please do it somewhere far from my palace.” He spoke sternly, whipping his fine robe behind him and stalking off with his head straight and his posture intimidating.   Lay cursed him, “Spoiled brat.”   Hesitantly, the two had to separate.    Lay had to serve the guests with platters of small fingers food