10

Crown prince's POV

" If any of this is a disappointment I'm casting you all out of the kingdom." My father mumbled under his breath as he waved at guests.

At last after food was consumed, almost barely with the consistent tugging of my arm by action of Yi-ae.

The lanterns were blown out. For a short moment the sky's stars were the only guidance of light to be on seen. The midnight ocean painted itself on the sky one could say.

A shadow of someone walked onto the center on the dance floor. As the feeling in the air came into a silence of curiosity, a signal was given.

The sound of patting water began, it came from the sidelines of officers banging onto drums, with water being poured slowly by the maidens onto the surface of the drums as they made a delightfully disturbing sound of agony in unison. The silence we were submerged in gave the drowning feeling of the drums an affect of eeriness.

The shadow emerged from hiding and like a tree's loose leaves, her arms moved in careful sequence. The music grew louder as a harp began to sing. Her movements became as vibrant as the violet silk she was dressed in.

The dance sung of a love. The raining drums settled the feeling of a dangerous love while the harp in its own corner alone sang the happiness of the love.

Alone the sounds gave noise but the two different choirs together added an element of alertness.

The dancing spirit continued on as she turned and glided about attending to the sounds of both musical choirs.

Then at once the introduction of a bellowing angelic sound came to be, while the raining drums died out in silence.

No male lead danced along side her but it was evident that there was one, at the way she stared towards the nothingness, as if a lover shared her gaze. She suddenly dropped after the drums begun their romance chant once more.

At this time a gathering of dancers dressed in black silk, followed suit. Their hair held back righting in a ponytail, they circled around the prisoned dancer.

She reached out her hands but it wasn't taken, it couldn't have been because all along the dangerous love she was reminiscing was a dream her love had never begun his romance, she was on this love alone.

The lantern light began to flicker, and the dancing ended. After a long silence, there was an outbreak of chanting as the dancers bowed before rushing to embrace one another.

" So-yi" someone called out from the distance.

The dancer raced towards the embrace smiling in unending gratitude. Her dancing that evening was a surprise so uncanny yet my love for her performance took out all the energy I stored, so much so that it would've taken twice as much to describe her beauty.

Her skin shimmered with the stars as if she swallowed them whole, with her hair in patterned sectors of braid, held up into a neat hold. From afar her smile warmed the audience.

As she looked my way rather quickly she turned away just as fast causing the inability for me to react, and return her smile.

It may have been my lack of release earlier in the day or the wine I had drank as the night went on but even Yi-ae became beautiful.

" Slow down." My mother called out, ready to take hold of my glass. My father shook his head and prevented her to do so.

" he's done well he deserves to be merry."

My father chuckled, also very merry.

The evening went on as we the siblings gathers about and danced. My brother strict in his ways still strayed from the women around him in respect for his wife whom fell asleep externally, only a while after their marriage.

He still treasure her so much so that he only danced near us to keep the circle of seeking bachelorettes away from him.

Yi-ae soon came down and whispered in my ear the simple words: " let's finish what we started the other day. I'll be waiting in your room after the next song." She whispered.

My sister glared towards me as she watched me smile at the words I heard, though she didn't hear it was evident she was aware of what was shared.

As planned I left towards my chambers with a smiling mother giving me a feeling of approval from her section of the balcony, from the golden throne she and my father sat in.

I quickly crawled into my bed, where with my eyes partly opened I saw her, she laid onto her side, quietly in the dark, moving her onto her back, it came to be that we were over one another I didn't hesitate to place my lips on hers.

The rich aged, wine, created a sensation of tenderness, tingling and a soft taste that I hadn't felt the day prior, my lips melted onto hers freely.

This time she was hesitant, but slowly she began to respond to my touch. We shared one another's lips, as our tongues transferred the taste of the wine back and fro into the mouth of the other.

Her fragrance entered my nose, causing a harsh passion of attraction towards her. Maybe to have her as a wife wouldn't be such a crime. The jacket of her hanbok had already loosen up due to our hectic motion of movement.

She sunk her head into the bed, as I gestured my fingertips onto her chin angling her for another kiss. She didn't dispute as she placed her hands over her chest. Her shyness was much unlike her, but a comforting motion.

While I kissed her harsher, she tighten her grip onto me releasing a tension of cravings within me I wasn't aware had been dormant. The night air's coolness blew harder but the heat being released from our body created our own paradise of spring.

My kisses left her lips, and glided onto the crook of her neck, she released music in my ears much more comforting than the performance from earlier in the evening. It heated a sensation of hues in my spirit that only warmed me up leading to my undressing.

" mhmm." I heard her moan, she struggled to suppress her sound, her enjoyment. I only grew delighted to imagine how much longer she'd silently moan.

The taste of her neck grew more aggressive and she tangled her hands into my hair, she was heating up, she was feeling the sensations I felt.

Which only catered to my want of passion we delivered in unison. I lined my kisses lower as I felt her body quiver in release of goosebumps.

I slowly took off her hanbok jacket. She hesitated then allowed me to when I was about to remove my hands, placing then back onto her chest. I continued my kisses and she continued to hold onto me. Her fingertips massaged my hair, as I caressed her sensation.

I reached the outer rounded corners of her breast, which I slowly fondled before softly suckling onto the tips while my left hand played with the other.

Her touch simply glided along my arms, but it released a thrill. As my attention was being given to the other I released my hands to travel down the body she wore, feeling out the curves that were trapped prisoner onto the layers we finally took off.

At last it was alone our over heated bodies pressed against one another, the sounds of harp play filled my ears as I gazed my fingertips over her womanhood.

" If you wish to end, just let go of your hold on me—." I whispered into her ears as I lowered my face to kiss her. " But please hold onto me tightly." I whispered over her lips.

Her taste was an endless craving that was being unsatisfied no mater how often her lips held onto mine, the moment we departed I was already begging for another.

She gripped onto me closer, as I slowly entered her, slowly and gently I stroked, she winced alittle, the sound she released was different in music a mixture of satisfaction and pain.

I slowed down only for her to moments later press me closer as she was wrapping my body into a hug.

As her legs wrapped around my waist, we shared a longer indulgence of one another. The heavy breathing grew into a state of ecstasy until at last we released together.

Even after, I rolled her closer towards my chest holding her waist captive my fingers racing up and down her back. While I kissed her temple.

She wrapped onto herself as I tightly held onto her. " ...Yi—, " my words slurred as I caught captive to sleep. "I may have been wrong about you." I ended.

" if you keep this up I may end fall in love with you. " I chuckled, she was silent and then eventually fell into a trance of snoring.