Hello! Sorry for the slow update.
I'm slightly changing my writing style. I usually write in past tense with some present thoughts. However, I am now trying to write everything in present tense for more eloquence.
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*IMPORTANT INFO*Yona's face cannot be seen when she is wearing her cloak with her hood on. Also, since Yona was isolated in the Palace up til now, many people (civilians) do not know what the princess looks like, only the rumor that she is the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. Therefore, even with the hood off (which reveals her peculiar red hair), most people will not know that she is the princess. Perhaps nobles and others who hold authority with high titles may know the princess' appearance.
Enjoy!
Yona's POV
Time freezes for a moment.
Holding my breath, I stare at Hak under my hood with wide eyes.
He's here.
Joy flutters inside of me energetically. It's nice to see a familiar face...even though that face is supposedly the most dangerous in our kingdom.
He keeps his arm around my shoulders while calmly glaring at the men. The heat from his hand manages to seep through my thick cloak. Part of me wants to reject that warmth, to push away his arm, but I know that I should shut my mouth and play along.
"Woah now, Thunder Beast. Didn't know she was yours. We'll leave" the main guy reassures, backing off. His friends nod in agreement, following his lead and then dashing with all their might into the darkness.
Hak turns his head towards me and offers a mischievous smile, his eyes revealing a curious glint in them.
"Fancy seeing you here" he says, releasing his grip from me.
"Thank you." I avert my eyes to the spear slung across his back.
"Take it as a piece of thanks from the food you gave me. So, what's up with you here?"
"That's my line. For an outlaw escaping, you seem to want to be captured again," I snort dryly.
He shrugs, "I can't leave without eating the capital's food. I heard it's the best."
"Mmmhm." I'm not convinced, but I'll accept his excuse.
"And you?" He questions, "It's odd to see a royal servant outside the palace."
I can't tell him the truth, but if I don't say anything, he'll be suspicious.
"I, too, am running away," I murmur.
Well, sorta.
He nods understandingly and doesn't press on the topic.
"Can I ask you something?" he asks after a moment. His eyes spark a flicker of hope, and he takes a step closer to me.
I nod hesitantly, wary of where this question is going.
"Do you..." He trails off. Then, he sighs and runs his hand through his messy black hair. "Ah, never mind. It's nothing."
"I see..."
He seem so vexed. I wonder what he wants to ask me.
"Anyways, if you don't have a place to stay, I know one. It's safe and free."
I feign a scowl although he probably can't see it.
"Trying to kidnap me?" I cross my arms and use a pointed, clipped tone.
He laughs boisterously, throwing his head back. "Nah, far from it. Besides, I prefer... mature women," he jokes, smirking with pleasure of my exasperation.
Flustered, my cheeks suddenly becomes warm. "Hey! I'm 16 for your information!"
"So? I'm 20. Plus, 16 isn't even considered an adult."
"Ugh, whatever!" I exclaim, throwing my arms up. I'll prove him wrong one day, I swear on it.
When we cool our heads, he says, "Well, will you accept my offer?"
Trust him or live in this shady, creepy place?
But he did helped me...
"Alright. I accept."
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QOD: What is the cause of prejudice? (Indoctrination? Diversity? Ignorance?)
Oh, and I might not update until spring break.
