#sunoo headers | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

ch3rish-ning · 2 months ago

Text

•엔하이픈──── CHOSEN FATE, TRUE LOVE

SYNOPSIS / When a mere prince falls in love with a simple girl, he

must choose between a life that’s been destined for him or a life of passion.

SPOTIFY/ (wc. 1.8k) enha Sunoo x fem ! reader , Romance─── .✦

Genre / Headcannons/ romance, Strangers to lovers,/ angst

• this is my first time publishing a work of mine, it’s a bit rushed!! But I would love to do more writing!’ (^q^)

REBLOGS + FEEDBACK appreciated ♡

“To be led by your heart is a foolish game, but to lead with your intuition is the way through life.” The last line of the oldest novel reads. As I slowly begin to shut the book with a drawn-out sigh, I rub my temples and begin muttering under my breath barely audible , There is no room for me to entertain such thought, so I must live with half a heart. Adjusting my crown and forcing a smile, I leave my chambers immediately, greeted by known servants.

“Good afternoon, your Highness. The weather is delightful today. I hope you enjoy your stroll in the gardens.” I acknowledge their presence with a gentle smile, unlike my father, who rarely speaks or smiles, consumed by his duties. As I wander the hall, I reflect on the distinction that separates me from the common people: “Prince.” A title placed upon me since birth, but “king” evokes a far more sinister feeling . A burden that I fear I cannot bear alone. I observe my father, and the pain he carries after Mother’s passing. He has never been the same. His affection has grown cold and waning as the days pass. I cannot fathom a life such as his.

………….

I shake the thought, making my way outside taking in the many acres of land, feeling the sun kiss my skin like never before. I wander through gardens noted that they’ve been tended to since the last time I came out. Flowers of many colors bloomed, and grass taller than the tree stumps swayed by the wind. But my eyes gaze upon something far more beautiful than the gardens.

A woman, whose skin is far more kissed than my own. Her beautiful figure sat in the grass, and her side profile displayed for all to see. Beauty that can cure even the most loneliest man in the world. I walked up carefully, not wanting to startle her, but she seemed to notice me before I could even approach. “Goodness, what can a girl do to get a bit of peace around here???” My eyes widened in surprise. I beg your— and an instant cutoff before I could finish. “ I mean, seriously, it’s bad enough that Mother nags at me all day and night, but to be interrupted in my time of relaxation is infuriating.”

………….

I furrow my brows in confusion, thinking to myself, Is she unaware of who I am? Certainly, she can’t be. I shake my head. My apologies, it wasn’t my intention to bother you, but I couldn’t help but wonder why you sit here alone. I slowly sit myself beside her getting a better look at her features. Breathtaking is all I can think, causing my heart to skip a beat. Her once annoyed voice now filled with calmness begins to speak, “If you must know, that castle is stuffy. Working all day to service some mean king and his bratty son is no fun, so I come here to think”. Bratty?? Me?? I wonder if this is so.

Have you actually met the prince yet? I mean the way you paint him seems a little harsh. I wince replaying her words. Huffing, she speaks once more, “Not exactly…but if he is anything like his father, then I’m sure he has to be absolutely terrible.” Laughter for the first time in a while erupts from my chest. Terrible?! don’t you have a way with words. How can you judge something based on the outside when you have yet to see the inside, not to mention you’ve never actually met the prince? Silence fills the air.

“Well….I suppose you’re right…but— shit! I forgot Mother wanted me to return in an hour.” Brushing off her dress, she hurries, leaving no room for hesitation before I could even speak. I fall back in the grass with laughter and confusion. What an odd girl… I think to myself, and yet little did I know she would be the ruler of my heart and my downfall.

……..

Preparing for tonight’s ball, I adjust my garments and look in the mirror. Dare I say I cut up pretty nice. Many women try to gain my attention with flattery, but flattery is not what I seek. Truly, I don’t even know what my heart seeks. Making last-minute adjustments, I head down to the ballroom, all awaiting my entrance.

The royal announcer bows slightly and begins to speak, “Your Highness, the Prince has arrived.” All bow to me as I walk with my head held high and a confident stride. I make my way towards the feast in need of a drink to calm my nerves. That’s when I notice her across the room dressed in something more lavish than her cotton dress from earlier. Her face is almost frightened when she notices my approach, as if I was some sort of hideous beast. “Your Highness, forgive me…truly the words I said earlier meant nothing….if I had known, I wouldn’t have…” trailing off, she adverts her gaze from my own.

A small grin forms on my face. Sunoo….call me Sunoo, highness coming from you sounds so foreign, and anyway, you were casual when you weren’t aware of who I was, so allow it to remain that way. Would you care to chat for a bit ? I’m expected to waltz my way around this room and somehow find “the one,” but something in me would rather sit here and talk…with you. She looks at me somewhat surprised. “Well, I suppose I can’t refuse a prince that could be treasonous, and I rather like my head very much.” Yet again laughter falls from within me as if it were the most natural thing to happen to me.

………

“You don’t believe in love?” She asks, as we’re far into our conversation, uncaring about those who talk and waltz around us. I wouldn’t know the feeling…I have an idea of it, but I have yet to experience it…. I shake my head. That’s besides the point. My duty isn’t to fall in love; my duty is to rule once my father is gone and produce heirs. “Oh, how I feel for you…love is everlasting; ruling is just for a time until you fade out and die.” Her words wound me ever so slightly, but I don’t allow it to show as I begin to speak. If you would excuse me, this has been a lovely chat, but I’m afraid I have to retire to my chambers now that this ball has come to an end. Frowning disappointedly, she follows me down the hall as I continue walking without turning around. “Have I somehow offended you? Truly, that wasn’t my intention. I only spoke from the heart, but it seems I’ve mistepped.”

Avoidance is all I’ve ever known. Reaching my chambers, I close the doors, leaving no more room for her to speak, but her voice echoes from outside: “Just as cold as your father, I see…isolate yourself then, I will no longer be a bother.” And with that, her steps fade away, and my heart weighs with heaviness, heaviness that I chose to ignore.

………

Weeks later:

Tension follows us through the halls as we cross paths occasionally. Too ashamed to say anything, I decide to write her in hopes of growing some sort of friendship. I refuse to be anything like my father, especially in another’s eyes.

“ dear ____ ,

Forgive me…I don’t like how things left off. I’m not used to talking about these things, let alone writing notes.I’d hate to push a new companion away when I rarely have any now. As embarrassing as it is to say,it’s true. If you’ll accept, meet me in the gardens.

~ 𝓢

…………

I wait in the gardens, aware that she’s received my letter, given the fact I had my servant deliver it. The stars scatter amongst the sky, and I notice a figure in the distance. “I was feeling nice and decided to join you… not because of your letter or anything,” she says, hiding a smile as she sits beside me. The tension that was once there no longer lived as I let out a breathy laugh. Either way, I’m glad you came. I hadn’t realized how much her presence affected me— everything from her laughter to her stupid jokes to her silence and her beauty.

“You know…I wasn’t really mad all this time…I thought it was better to keep our distance. I mean, you’re the prince, and I hardly think you should be seen with me. We’ve both been distracted, and it’ll only make a mess out of things…” she speaks as she hugs her legs to her chest. Tilting my head slightly in confusion, I look her in the eyes. Is it so wrong to enjoy a friend’s company? But we both know deep down “friend” isn’t the word in our hearts.

Title doesn’t have to rule us, so why not allow ourselves to live and move freely…what you said about love being everlasting but not title or duty makes me want to be bold. “So then allow yourself to be bold.” Her eyes search mine, time seems to slow as everything moves fast and I take the initiative to lean in and kiss her— the sweetest kiss that could ignite fire in anyone’s soul. Allowing her lips to melt into mine as the moonlight falls on our faces as nothing else seems to matter.

At that moment I knew my heart was with her, as all my worries and fears of loving and being loved began to melt away. Maybe things can be different. Maybe I can rule. Just I’ve always been meant to, but also love. Maybe I don’t have to be my father but be my own man.

Next day:

As I wake from my slumber, reminiscing the way her lips felt against mine, a small smile plays across my face. Hearing a small knock on my chamber door, I’m met with a letter from one of my servants. Breaking the seal, I slowly begin to read.

“To your highness, it is with my greatest pleasure to inform you that you are now engaged to the daughter of the Knox family, Lady Kenna Knox. The Royal Union is to take place within the next coming months, and a meet is to be arranged for you both to get to know each other.”

As I feel myself slowly fade out, the room begins to spin. Last night’s memories no longer take place in my mind, but new worries arise. I feared a day like this would come but never thought it would happen. Father didn’t even think to give me a heads up. Is there any way I can possibly love freely and be my own man, or must I simply accept my fate and be bound to a life of duty..

75 notes · View notes