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You gasped, bringing a hand to your pressurized chest when Yoojin, your personal maid, pulled the strings of your white corset harder, tighter. Such dresses were unpleasant and painful to wear, you knew you were going to have trouble breathing as well as chest strain. However, as you ran your digits over the fabric, humming in happiness, you knew you would bear any ach in your body.   You were offered it as a present by your father, an alluring peach-colored dress with a white under-gown, both made of silk, the dress embroidered of gold seams. It was a marvelous piece of clothing you had specifically decided to wear for the Queen's birthday reception. "Do you think he will like it?"    Your voice came out as a whisper, - as if it was a prohibited secret - with a shaky voice, indecisive. You wish he will. Wearing make-up, tight dresses were compulsory by an invisible social law, dictated by high classes' habits. But you, daughter of the King's bestfriend, made yourself alluring mostly for him, the Prince. Your cheeks heat up as you thought of him.    Yoojin chuckled lightly, shaking his head as she chuckled. "Of course, he will. " She smiled at you, you smiled back faintly, nervosity invaed your body.        The ballroom was adorned with expensive ornaments: dinner tables were covered with burgundy tableclothes, white candles lightened the area while other gold items were spread across tables. You stood up next to your father, who was conversing with an old friend of his, you faked an interest in this conversation but your mind focused on the ballroom, eyeing the Prince's awaiting appearance. The room grew quiet as the royal family entered, smiles upon everyone's face, including Sehun, the Prince.   You were smiling too, anxiety running through your body, you fixed your dress until his gaze fixed on you and he smirked, heading toward you. He greeted your father with a polite, calm voice as his mentor - your father's well-known sword skills had him hired by the Royal family as a teacher many years before your birth -, chatting a bit before offering you his arms. "My lady," He started with his mellow voice you cherished. "Let's have a walk," He added.   He guided you outside - a hand of yours securely wrapped around his sineway arm - to a small patio, brigthened by narrow candles in crystal containers and the early evening light, creating a fuzzy halo around his blond head. He grabbed your hand in his hand to make you face him. "Let me see how attractive you are, " He expressed with a soft voice, full of concern while his eyes shone with love. You grinned, laughed airily as he made you twirl around, your dress flying around you.    He brought your body adjacent to yours, leaving kisses on your nose and cheeks. He nuzzled his nose with yours, you giggle at the nice feeling. You reached his face hesitantly, his cheeks and he purred when you let your fingers caress his skin. You then rested your face against his large chest, while he played with your fingers, bringing them to his lips occasionally. " Do you like it?" You asked, earning a confused sound in return. You burried your head deeper in his chest, reiterated your question. "Do you like my dress?"    "It's lovely," He replied with confidence. "Like you, my dear" He added, fully kissing your lips.    The dinner thrown for the Queen's birthday was delectable, scrumptious dishes made of scarce food. Your father's glass