Infatuation

Joonwoo pov-

I walked into the grand hall, my presence commanding attention. The room fell silent, with all eyes on me. I scanned the room, my gaze sweeping over the sea of faces, searching for the Princess of North India.

As I walked, I couldn't help but notice the way the other royal women looked at me. Their eyes sparkled with interest, their faces flushing with excitement. I was used to this kind of attention, but it didn't distract me from my goal.

I was determined to find the Princess of North India, even though I had never seen her before. I had heard stories about her beauty, but I was skeptical. I had seen many beautiful women in my life, and I wasn't easily impressed.

But as I walked through the room, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something. I glanced around, taking in the opulent decorations and the lavish attire of the guests.

And then, I saw her. She was standing by the window, her back to the room. Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her slender figure seemed to glow in the soft light of the setting sun.

I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, and I knew that I had found her. I walked towards her, my heart pounding in my chest, my senses on high alert.

As I approached her, the room seemed to fade away, and all that was left was the two of us. I felt a sense of connection, a sense of belonging, that I had never felt before.

And then, she turned around, and our eyes met.

As she turned around, I was struck by her breathtaking beauty. She was like a goddess, descended from the heavens to captivate my heart. Her head was held high, her neck slender and elegant, like a swan's.

Her face was a masterpiece of perfection, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and full lips that seemed to curve into a perpetual smile. Her skin was like alabaster, smooth and creamy, with a subtle sheen that seemed to glow in the light.

Her eyes were like two shimmering pools of sapphire, deep and mysterious, drawing me in with their allure. They sparkled with intelligence and wit, and I could sense a sharp mind behind their beauty.

Her hair was like a cascade of night, dark and luxuriant, falling down her back like a waterfall. It was adorned with delicate threads of silver and gold, which seemed to dance in the light as she moved.

She was wearing a light blue lehenga, its delicate fabric seeming to shimmer and shine in the light. The color was like the sky on a clear summer day, bright and vibrant, and it seemed to bring out the sparkle in her eyes. The lehenga was intricately embroidered with delicate patterns of silver and gold, which seemed to dance across the fabric like tiny stars.

As I gazed at her, I felt like I was drowning in a sea of beauty. She was like a dream come true, a vision of loveliness that seemed to captivate my heart and soul. I knew in that moment that I was lost, forever bound to this goddess-like creature who had stolen my heart with a single glance.

I looked into her eyes, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice like music.

I smiled, feeling a sense of pleasure at being able to introduce myself. "I am King Joonwoo of Bukhan," I said, bowing my head slightly in respect.

Her expression changed, and she leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're my father's enemy," she said, her eyes narrowing slightly.

I felt a jolt, like a splash of cold water, and suddenly I was back in my senses. I remembered the animosity between our nations, the years of conflict and tension. I looked at her again, and this time I saw not just a beautiful woman, but the daughter of my enemy.

I nodded to myself, feeling a sense of clarity wash over me. I turned and walked away, leaving the Princess of North India standing alone. I made my way to the other side of the room, where I was greeted by a group of familiar faces.

I exchanged pleasantries with the other guests, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that lingered inside me. But my mind kept wandering back to the Princess, and the way she had looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if our nations weren't at odds. Would we have been able to get to know each other, to explore the spark of attraction that had flared between us? But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on playing the role of a dignified king.

I glanced back over my shoulder, my eyes seeking out the Princess of North India. I found her standing in a group of princesses from other nations, laughing and chatting with them as if they were old friends.

As I watched, she smiled warmly at one of the princesses, and then playfully teased another, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She seemed so carefree, so full of joy, and I found myself feeling drawn to her all over again.

Despite the fact that we were from warring nations, despite the fact that our families were sworn enemies, she seemed to be able to put all of that aside and simply be herself. She was kind, and genuine, and free-spirited, and I found myself admiring her more and more with each passing moment.

I felt a pang of regret for having walked away from her earlier. I wondered what would have happened if I had stayed, if I had tried to get to know her better. But for now, I was stuck on the other side of the room, watching her from afar, and feeling like a fool for having let my duty as a king get in the way of my desire to connect with her.

I reminded myself, my expression turning cold and detached once again. I was a king, after all, and I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me. I had a duty to my people, to my nation, and I couldn't let a fleeting attraction to the Princess of North India get in the way of that.

I turned my back on her, focusing instead on the other guests in the room. I made my way through the crowds, exchanging polite smiles and nods with the other dignitaries. But my mind was still on the princess, and the way she had made me feel.

I pushed the thoughts aside, telling myself that I was being foolish. I was a king, and I had more important things to worry about than a pretty face. But the image of the princess lingered in my mind, haunting me like a ghost.

I turned back to see a maid stumbling backwards, her eyes wide with apology, as she bumped into the Princess of North India. The princess's eyes widened in surprise, but to my astonishment, she didn't utter a word of rebuke.

Instead, she reached out to help the maid, grasping her arm to steady her. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice soft with concern.

The maid nodded, still looking mortified, as the princess helped her to her feet. But as they stood up, I saw that the princess's beautiful lehenga was now stained with red wine, the delicate fabric ruined.

Despite the mishap, the princess didn't seem to mind. She smiled kindly at the maid, and patted her hand reassuringly. "It's alright, accidents happen," she said. "Please, don't worry about it."

I watched, impressed by the princess's graciousness and kindness. She was truly a remarkable woman, and I found myself feeling drawn to her all over again.

Several princes and kings rushed to her side, offering to help her. But to my surprise, she politely declined their assistance, her expression making it clear that she didn't want them to touch her.

"I'm fine, thank you," she said, her voice firm but polite. "I can handle this myself."

The princes and kings looked at each other, seemingly taken aback by her refusal. Some of them looked like they were about to argue with her, but she stood her ground, her eyes flashing with a hint of warning.

I watched the scene with interest, noticing the way the princess's body language changed when the men approached her. She seemed to stiffen, her shoulders squaring and her hands clenched at her sides. It was clear that she didn't want to be touched, and that she was willing to assert her boundaries to make that clear.

I felt a surge of admiration for the princess, impressed by her strength and independence. She was a true queen, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to her even more.

The King of Japan's face turned red ( he just want to show off)with anger as he shouted at the maid, "You ruined the princess's beautiful dress! How could you be so careless?"

But the princess stepped forward, her voice cold and detached, "It's okay, don't shout at her. I'll change."

The King of Japan's expression faltered, clearly taken aback by the princess's icy tone. He seemed to expect her to be grateful for his outburst, or at least to be cowed by his authority. But instead, she stood tall, her eyes flashing with a hint of annoyance.

The room fell silent, with all eyes on the princess and the King of Japan. I watched with interest, noticing the way the princess's demeanor had changed. She was no longer the warm and gracious hostess, but a cold and formidable queen.

The King of Japan looked like he had been slapped, his face pale and his eyes wide with surprise. He clearly hadn't expected the princess to stand up to him like that, and he didn't seem to know how to react.

The princess's words cut through the air, a stern rebuke to the King of Japan's behavior. "You are a king, you should be polite, not like this," she said, her voice firm but controlled.

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the King of Japan looking embarrassed and chastened. The room fell silent once again, with all eyes on the princess's retreating back.

I watched her go, feeling a sense of admiration for her strength and poise. She was a true queen, and she wouldn't hesitate to speak her mind and stand up for herself, even to a fellow monarch.

As I turned back to the King of Japan, I could see the embarrassment written all over his face. He looked like he had been put in his place, and he didn't seem to know how to react.

I smiled to myself, feeling a sense of satisfaction. The princess had handled the situation perfectly, and she had shown the King of Japan that she wouldn't be intimidated or disrespected.