Chapter 1: Arrival of the King

The village of Hanyang was a flurry of activity as dawn broke over its ancient walls. The news of King Jeongguk's visit had spread like wildfire, igniting a blend of excitement and reverence among its residents. Yoongi's family, renowned bakers of the town, were no exception. Their usually bustling bakery was now an epicenter of meticulous preparations, each member playing their part in ensuring that every detail was perfect.

Today was no ordinary day; it was a day of possibility and hope, as the family prepared to present their daughters to the King in the hopes that one might be chosen as his bride. The weight of this potential honor hung in the air, adding an extra layer of tension to the already momentous occasion.

Yoongi stood at the edge of his family's courtyard, the early morning sun casting a warm glow over the bustling streets of Hanyang. At seventeen, he was on the cusp of adulthood, with dreams that stretched far beyond the walls of their well-off household. His family, known throughout the town for their exquisite pastries and breads, had established a reputation as the finest bakers in Hanyang.

Nearby, his father, a man of quiet strength and immense skill, supervised the baking with a keen eye. Once a revered general in the army of King Jeongguk's father, he had traded his sword for a baker's paddle, channeling his discipline and precision into the art of baking. Now, the scents of freshly baked bread and pastries filled their home, a testament to his dedication and a stark contrast to his former life on the battlefield.

His mother, with her gentle yet firm demeanor, managed both the household and the bakery with grace, ensuring that every loaf was perfect. Yoongi's two older sisters, each unique in their own way, added to the family's dynamic. His oldest sister, Minhee, at twenty-four, was a talented seamstress, her delicate hands as adept with a needle as they were with kneading dough. The second oldest, Hana, at twenty, had a keen business sense, often managing the bakery's accounts and dealings with a sharp mind and a warm smile. 

The air was thick with the rich, comforting scent of freshly baked bread, mingling with the sweet aroma of pastries that were destined to impress. Yoongi's father worked tirelessly, his experienced hands crafting intricate designs on loaves that would soon be presented to the King. His mother orchestrated the activity with her usual grace, while Minhee and Hana, dressed in their finest hanboks, moved with a blend of anticipation and nervousness.

"Yoongi, please wear your new jeogori I have prepared for you" comes the voice of Minhee, Yoongi's oldest sister. "We are to impress the King, according to mother" she continues, patting down his messy hair that seems to never be tidy.

"You and Hana are to impress him, Minhee" Yoongi tuts, squatting her hand away, and pats his own hair down instead. "I am purely just there for support."

"True" Minhee says, tucking loosened hair back in her bun. "But the entire family is to make an impression."

"His Majesty knows father though" Yoongi says, "Father needs no good impression. Father was the most skilled warrior to the late King Jeonjin."

"Our entire family is still to be honored, Yoongi" came the sweet voice of Yoongi's mother. She entered the room gracefully with her beautiful lavender-colored Hanbok clothing, and her powdered face, wrinkles adoring in the crest of her eyes from the ample amount of times she reads till twilight. Yoongi has inherited everything from his mother. Her brunette colored hair, her button nose, the shape of her lips, her mannerism, and most of all, her love for reading and baking.

"Imagine the high honor we as a family receive if our King chooses one of your sisters? We will have the highest honour: The family of the King's bride."

"That is if he chooses one of them" Yoongi mutters, and his mother shushes him with a "Sha!".

"I accept no bad energy this morning, Yoongi" his mother says, walking over to him and pets his unruly hair down, all while he dresses in the jeogori his seamstress sister has made for him.

For the occasion of the King's visit, Yoongi wore a traditional hanbok, meticulously chosen by his mother. The garment consisted of a deep blue jeogori, its fabric finely woven and adorned with delicate embroidery, symbolizing prosperity and good fortune. The jeogori was paired with a pair of pristine white baji, the traditional wide-legged pants, and completed with a silk sash tied around his waist. His attire was a perfect blend of simplicity and elegance, suitable for the honorable guest they were to receive.

"How much longer, father?" asked his sister, Hana.

"He is to arrive very soon" his father says, adjusting his traditional clothes. "Is everyone ready?"

They all replied with 'Hm's'.

"Come on then" his father says as he walks through the front door of their bakery home.

As the first light of dawn began to bathe the village of Hanyang in a soft, golden hue, Yoongi's father gathered the family in the courtyard. With a commanding presence honed from years of military service, he instructed them to line up in preparation for the King's arrival.

He took his place at the front, his posture straight and dignified, followed by his wife, whose calm composure belied her inner excitement. Minhee stood next, her finely embroidered hanbok catching the early morning light, followed by Hana, her tall frame and serene expression exuding quiet confidence. Yoongi, the youngest, took his place at the end of the line, feeling a mix of pride and nervous anticipation.

Around them, their neighbors had also gathered outside their homes, each family standing with bated breath, eager for a glimpse of their beloved King Jeongguk. The air was filled with a palpable sense of expectancy, as the villagers murmured in hushed tones, eyes fixed on the road that would soon bring their sovereign into view. The sound of distant hoofbeats grew louder, signaling the imminent arrival of the royal entourage, and a hush fell over the crowd as everyone strained to catch the first sight of their King.

As King Jeongguk's procession entered the village of Hanyang, a wave of hushed reverence swept through the gathered crowd. Neighbors and villagers, lined up along the streets, bowed deeply as a sign of utmost respect for their sovereign. The rhythmic thud of their knees touching the ground echoed softly, a synchronized gesture of loyalty and deference to the ruler who ensured their safety and prosperity. Royal guards, clad in ornate armor adorned with the emblem of the dragon, flanked the King on either side, their presence a stark reminder of his authority and the protection he commanded. Their polished helmets gleamed in the morning light, a testament to the kingdom's strength under his rule.

King Jeongguk, ruler of the prosperous Joseon Dynasty, approached Hanyang with an entourage befitting his royal stature. At twenty-nine, he had already earned a reputation as a wise and just monarch, known for his strategic acumen on the battlefield as well as his dedication to promoting cultural and technological advancements within his kingdom. Under his reign, Joseon had experienced a period of stability and growth, marked by economic prosperity and flourishing arts.

King Jeongguk's military campaigns had secured the kingdom's borders, ensuring peace and security for his subjects. His patronage of scholars and artists had led to advancements in literature, science, and architecture, cementing Joseon's legacy as a beacon of intellectual achievement in East Asia. As he rode through the streets of Hanyang, his presence commanded respect and admiration from both his subjects and visiting dignitaries alike, embodying the ideals of leadership and governance that had made him a beloved figure throughout the realm.

King Jeongguk possessed a commanding presence that effortlessly drew the eye of all who beheld him. At twenty-nine years old, his features were chiseled and handsome, reminiscent of a marble statue brought to life. His pitch-black hair, styled in a traditional royal manner, framed a face adorned with high cheekbones and a strong jawline, accentuating his regal countenance. His piercing gaze, framed by expressive eyebrows, reflected both intelligence and a hint of warmth that endeared him to his subjects.

Standing tall and imposing, he surpassed even Yoongi's father in height, his broad shoulders and muscular build a testament to his prowess both on and off the battlefield. Every movement exuded grace and confidence, from the way he carried himself to the subtle gestures that spoke of his upbringing as a noble ruler. Clad in richly embroidered royal attire of deep crimson and gold, King Jeongguk epitomized the splendor of Joseon royalty, with each intricate detail of his attire symbolizing power and authority. His presence alone commanded respect, his demeanor a blend of dignity and approachability that endeared him to all who had the honor of standing in his presence.

Yoongi and his family, standing near their bakery, felt a surge of pride and humility as they watched the King approach. At a signal from Yoongi's father, they knelt in unison, their foreheads touching the ground in a deep bow of submission and admiration. It was a moment they had prepared for with both excitement and trepidation, knowing that their actions not only honored the King but also spoke volumes about their loyalty to the throne. As they remained in this reverent posture, Yoongi stole glances at King Jeongguk, taking in his majestic presence and the aura of authority that surrounded him. His gaze, benevolent yet keenly observant, swept over the gathered villagers with a silent acknowledgment of their respect. For Yoongi, the weight of this moment was profound, a realization of the bond between ruler and subjects that transcended mere duty—it was a bond forged in mutual respect and shared aspirations for the prosperity of their beloved kingdom.

The air was filled with a palpable sense of awe and admiration as the villagers awaited the King's next move, their hearts filled with pride for their honored guest and the privilege of witnessing his majestic presence in their humble village of Hanyang.

"Arise" says a strong voice, and at once, all the villagers stand upright on their feet, including Yoongi's family.

Yoongi's father takes a step toward the young King. "Your Majesty" he says, bowing his head once more. "A high honor to have you here to meet my family today."

"Of course, Ser Yoonseong" King Jeongguk says, "You have aged well since I last saw you" the King smirks.

"Ah, a very well compliment. I thank you, Your Majesty" Yoongi's father chuckles, standing tall. "May I introduce my family to you," he outstretched his arm, and his family bowed at once, not meeting the King's eyes. "may I introduce my wife, Minju."

Yoongi's mother arises from her bow. "A pleasure to meet you, my King. Although, this is not the first time I am meeting you" she adds politely.

The King raises an eyebrow in aware. "Forgive me, I do not remember meeting you before this."

"It was when you were still a little prince, my King. My husband, as the late commander of your father's King's Guard, have introduced us on my King's ten-two name day."

"Years ago" the King nods. "Forgive me for not remembering. My memory always seems to betray me at my young age" he chuckles, "I have my guards always reminding me little things I seem to have forgotten."

"A common thing, My King. Forgetting." says Yoongi's father. He soon dismisses the chatter when he sees the King cast his eyes upon the woman standing beside his wife. "This is my oldest, Minhee" says Yoongi's father, and immediately by hearing her name, Minhee rises from her bow and makes eye contact with the King.

"Your Majesty" she greets calmly.

In return, the King merely nods with a small smile that somehow does not reach his eyes. 

"This" Yoongi's father says, outstretching his arm towards his second eldest. "Is my second oldest, Hana."

"Charming to meet you, Your Majesty" Hana says politely, offering a small smile.

"And finally, this," Yoongi is confident in his actions, and rises from his bow as well, finally making eye contact with his King, "is my youngest son, Yoongi."

At last, the King set his gaze landed on Yoongi, who stood at the end of the line. The young baker's freshly cut brunette hair framed his face, the soft morning light casting a warm glow on his delicate features. Yoongi's eyes, deep and thoughtful, seemed to hold a quiet intensity that immediately drew Jeongguk in. There was an unassuming grace in the way Yoongi carried himself, a blend of humility and quiet strength that stood out amidst the bustling preparations. Jeongguk felt a compelling curiosity and a subtle yet undeniable attraction as he observed the youth. 

The serene confidence with which Yoongi moved, the slight bow of his head, and the faint blush on his cheeks, all painted a picture of understated beauty and elegance. For a moment, the world around the King seemed to fade, leaving only the image of Yoongi etched in his mind. It was as if he had discovered a hidden gem in the heart of Hanyang, and Jeongguk found himself irresistibly drawn to the young baker, eager to uncover the depths of the quiet allure that had so effortlessly captivated him.

Intrigued and unable to resist, King Jeongguk took a few deliberate steps toward Yoongi, his eyes never leaving the young baker. Yoongi remained still, rooted to the spot out of caution and respect, his heart pounding in his chest. The air around them seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, charged with the weight of unspoken words and the King's commanding presence.

As Jeongguk closed the distance, he offered a gentle, almost curious smile. "Are you in training to become a knight?" The question hung in the air, surprising Yoongi, who blinked up at the King with wide eyes, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected inquiry.

"I-" Yoongi begins and briefly looks towards his mother who just nods, encouraging him to answer. "No, my King" Yoongi replied, his voice steady but soft.

"Hm" the King answers, gesturing towards the entrance of their home to enter, not wanting any prying ears to listen over. The King and his guards then enter the home, and the family follows after them. "Can I ask why not?"

"It is not my passion. My heart belongs to the art of baking, just as my parent's does." He glanced briefly at his father, who nodded in silent approval. Yoongi then returned his gaze to the King, meeting Jeongguk's eyes. "I find fulfillment in creating something that brings joy to others," he continued, his voice growing more confident. "That is where I feel I truly belong."

King Jeongguk took in Yoongi's words thoughtfully, his intense gaze lingering on the young baker for a moment longer before he let his eyes wander around their home. The warm, inviting aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, mingling with the earthy scents of the courtyard. Shelves lined with neatly arranged pastries and loaves showcased the family's skill and dedication to their craft. The humble yet well-kept surroundings spoke of a life devoted to hard work and simple pleasures.

"A man's duty is to pick up a sword" the King tuts, looking at the boy once more. "I have never come across a young man who has no passion for fighting. It is not allowed to refuse it, I am sure you are aware?"

"Your Majesty" Yoongi's mother interrupts, and Yoongi holds his breathe for what is to come, because no one is to interrupt the King. Surprisingly, he does not say a word. "Yoongi's father has already sacrificed many, in your father's war. His wish is to not have his only son follow the same path. And Yoongi here," she looks to her son. "Yoongi has a hatred for violence. He is, however a great help here in the bakery. Not only does he have a love for baking, but he loves teaching as well. Yoongi has taught both of his elder sisters the proper grammar, language and writing."

"Teaching" the King hums. "Is it only your sisters you have taught in the village?"

"Yes," Yoongi bites his lip briefly, "as it is not allowed to teach others outside of the house."

Just as King Jeongguk was about to speak further with Yoongi, a soft voice interrupted their exchange. "Your Majesty, please honor us by taking a seat inside our home," Yoongi's mother said, her tone respectful and inviting. Jeongguk nodded graciously and followed the family into their modest yet well-kept home, appreciating the warmth and hospitality that radiated from every corner. The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries was even more pronounced indoors, creating an atmosphere of comfort and welcome.

Once seated at the low wooden table, Jeongguk found himself across from Yoongi's father, whose stern yet kind eyes held a wealth of stories. As cups of tea were placed before them, Yoongi's father began to speak of the past. "Your Majesty," he began, "I served under your father during the great war, as a general for many, many years. Those were trying times, but under his leadership, we emerged victorious and stronger."

Jeongguk nodded, listening intently. "I've heard many tales of your valor and strategic brilliance," he replied. "Your contributions were instrumental in securing our kingdom's future."

The conversation flowed naturally, touching upon the current state of the kingdom, political alliances, and the ongoing efforts to maintain peace and prosperity. There was a mutual respect between the two men, born from shared experiences and a common goal of safeguarding Joseon's legacy. As they spoke, Yoongi's father's eyes occasionally flickered to his son, a silent acknowledgment of the boy's future in this peaceful era they had fought to create.

Eventually, the conversation shifted to more personal matters. Yoongi's father cleared his throat, his expression growing slightly more serious. "Your Majesty, as you know, you honor us today in search of a bride." He gestured towards Minhee and Hana, who stood nearby, their faces serene and composed.

"Minhee," he continued with pride, "is a skilled weaver. Her tapestries are sought after far and wide, known for their intricate designs and vibrant colors. She has a keen eye for detail and a creative spirit." Minhee bowed gracefully, her cheeks flushed with a touch of nervousness.

"Hana," Yoongi's father said, turning his gaze to his second daughter, "is the business mind of our family. She handles all our expenses with remarkable acumen, ensuring that our bakery thrives. Her skills in managing finances and her sharp intellect are invaluable to us." Hana bowed as well, her eyes shining with quiet confidence.

King Jeongguk regarded the two women with polite interest, acknowledging their beauty and talents with a nod and a smile. However, despite their evident charm and accomplishments, his thoughts kept drifting back to Yoongi. 

"A wonderful family you have, Ser" the King mutters, looking Yoongi's father in the eyes. "Unfortunately, I- forgive me," he cast an apologetic glance to the two young women, "I feel no attraction towards any of your daughters. They are, however, relatively beautiful, but I simply do not feel anything towards them. And to marry, affection is to be shown by both husband and wife, so it would be cruel if I were to marry one of your daughters with no baring interest in my heart."

Yoongi could feel the relief washing over both of his sisters beside him. He is aware that Minhee has already set her eyes on the milkman's son who lives two houses from their home, but Yoongi's father is not aware of this. They both are keen interested in each other, but the news of the King who is to choose a bride from the village had scared Minhee. She prayed day and night that the King would not choose her, for she will not love the King as she does her neighbor.

Hana too had no interest to be queen. Her dedication was set on her work, and to one day look after her parents when they arrive the age where they can no longer care for themselves.

"Your son, however" Yoongi spares a shock glance to the King, who looked his way handsomely. "he will be of use for me."

"My King" Yoongi's father says reluctantly. "I do not understand?"

"My cousin. He is in need of a tutor" The King says. "Past tutors were always sent home on the day of their employment, or by the end of the week. But that is because my cousin has no pleasure having someone who is not his age teaching him. How old are you, Yoongi?"

Yoongi loved the sound of his name coming from the King's mouth. "Ten-seven, Your Grace."

"Wonderful. He is ten-six. Not many people are educated at your young age, and is willing to help others" Jeongguk says, standing from his head, and by his action, everyone else stood up as well, bowing, but Yoongi just stood and kept his gaze with the King. 

"Forgive me, my King, but do you just expect me to leave my home, and my love for baking as well, behind me?"

"It is just a mere question, an opportunity" the King says in his deep voice, looking down at the beautiful boy who refuses to break their eye contact. "You will be allowed to bake in the palace as well. And you could come and visit your family at any time you wish."

At this, Yoongi looked towards his family who were all looking at Yoongi with soft gazes. The whole family would accept Yoongi's choice whether he agrees or disagrees. He made eye contact with his mother who bit both of her lips to help with her nerves, and sent an encouraging nod towards her baby boy.

"Very well then, Your Majesty" Yoongi says with a strong voice. "I accept your offer."