I saw you helplessly dragged away before my eyes. How could I remain sane after seeing my lover taken away? I collapsed on the spot. Was this what my father meant when he said he would raise me to be strong? If that's true, I'll give up being crown prince. If I, who prioritizes happiness over power, wasn't happy, then power was useless.
"Kang Mi-rae..."
The empty palace entrance was filled with Jimin's sobbing.
"...I told you I wasn't going to eat."
"I'm worried about Jimin"
"Fuck. Then just take it out."
"I'm sorry. It's a request from the Queen."
"What? There's a queen?"
"That, that..."
So, to sum it up, did the father decide on his son's marriage partner on his own and come to that conclusion? Then, doesn't that mean Park Jimin himself doesn't know?
"Is it true?"
"yes yes..."
"Okay, I'll eat something today. I'm hungry. Sit down. Your legs must be sore."
"yes...?"
Mirae ate the cold rice and seaweed with relish. Fortunately, it wasn't bean rice. I have a bean allergy. I complained that tofu was delicious, but I couldn't eat it, and she was taken aback. Mirae chuckled, laughing like a real old man. At least I got the information.
The corners of the future's mouth curled up nicely.
"I ate well. Take your time."
"Ah... yes."
He must have been flustered, so he quickly grabbed the bowl and left. It didn't take long for him to get used to this cramped space. He must be a creature of adaptation. He snorted and lay down on the ground. It was frustrating because magic didn't work. Even with magic, escape would be a piece of cake.
"It's really disgusting."
I tied my hair up and thought about Park Jimin for a long time. When will we meet again? You said you were a candidate for the crown prince. Please let me out.