☾ ¦ 019 Guest Room

Was this actually happening? Is this just some prank the king was playing on them? It had to be...
Choi ran his hand threw his soft blonde fluffy hair he had spent hours working on for the party. He wanted to look nice tonight, for obvious reason at that.
"Wheres my dolls when I need them." mumbling to him self while undoing his tie. His fingers where not working the way he had wanted them to ,so it took awhile for him to take his tie off.
Looking around the room , eyes darting from left to right, he felt uncomfortable. Not because the bad taste in decoration but, It felt as if he was not the only one in the room.

Hyerim slowly locked her door with a click that reverberated throughout the eerie, but luxurious guest room after the butler had left. She didn't even notice how terrified and confused she felt until the empty room was filled with her heavy breathing. Her mind was blank, her complexion was horrifyingly paler than usual, and she couldn't stop shaking. Her lifeless body slowly moved towards the massive bed before she let herself fall into the safety of the delicate cushions.

Hyerim forcefully shut her eyes, not letting the potential tears flow down her face. Loneliness hit her, realizing that she was solitary in the King's deadly game. Why her? What had she done in her life to deserve this position? She was just a florist. How was she going to survive when violence was against her propensity? And if she doesn't, she will die without seeing her parents for the last time. Death was not was she was scared of, but abandoning and leaving the ones she loves without a choice. She was alone in this cruel game and she couldn't help but feel petrified and helpless.

Hyerim ran her hands through the gossamer fabric of her gown, delicately tracing the floral pattern as if they were real flowers. Slowly bringing her slender fingers up to her face, she took off her mask, letting the lights shimmer down onto her face. In contrast to the fairytale-like ball, Hyerim was not living as a princess in a fairytale. She was a florist living in reality under a cruel ruler.

Takuya led the girl up the stairs and to the front of the guest's door. The butler unlocked the door and opened it, allowing the female to go inside. "This is your room, Mistress Jung Hyerim. Please stay inside until we call you for dinner," he said, a smile plastered on his otherwise empty face. "Remember to lock your door," Takuya continued before closing the door behind him.

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