The little sparkle

Joonwoo pov-

The king standing beside me, a sly grin spreading across his face, leaned in and whispered, "Smiling at your enemy's daughter, Joonwoo? How... interesting."

His tone was taunting, and I could sense the amusement dancing in his eyes. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, and I turned away, trying to compose myself.

But the king's words had struck a nerve. I had indeed been smiling at the Princess of North India, and I couldn't deny the spark of attraction I had felt. But our nations were at war, and I was her father's sworn enemy.

I gritted my teeth, feeling a surge of frustration. I needed to focus on my duties as a king, not indulge in foolish fantasies about my enemy's daughter.

I turned to the king beside me, a neutral expression on my face. "Nothing is like that," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'm just impressed by her behavior, and I respect her, even if she is my enemy's daughter."

I attempted to change the topic, nodding towards the other guests. "Speaking of which, have you had a chance to discuss the trade agreements with the King of China?"

I tried to convey a sense of detachment, to show that I was still focused on my duties as a king, and not interested in the princess. But I could sense the king beside me watching me, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he didn't quite believe me.

I try to avoid him with a excuse, and turn to king of chine. bowing slightly to show my respect. "If you'll permit me, Your Majesty, I'd like to take a walk around the fort. I've heard the Chinese architecture is quite impressive."

The king nodded graciously, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Of course, Joonwoo. Take your time, and enjoy the sights. We'll speak again at dinner."

I bowed again, and then turned to make my way out of the room. As I walked, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I needed some time to clear my head, and the fresh air would do me good.

I made my way through the winding corridors of the fort, taking in the intricate carvings and colorful tapestries that adorned the walls. The air was thick with the scent of incense and smoke, and I could hear the distant sound of drums and laughter.

As I walked, I found myself at the outer walls of the fort, looking out over the vast expanse of the Chinese countryside. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the landscape. I stood there for a moment, taking in the beauty of the scene, and feeling the tension in my body begin to ease.

As I stood there, taking in the beauty of the sunset, as I saw the north indian princess gurds.

I couldn't help but think about the North Indian princess's guards and the memories of the war that they stirred up. I was only 5 years old when the war happened, but the scars of that conflict still lingered.

My mind was filled with fragmented memories of the chaos and destruction, of the sounds of screams and clashing steel. I remembered the fear and the uncertainty, the feeling of being helpless and vulnerable.

But then, I thought about the princess herself. Not that I had any interest in her, but I had to admit that her behavior had been... impressive. The way she had carried herself with confidence and poise, the way she had spoken with intelligence and wit... it was all so unexpected.

I found myself wondering what it would be like to see more of that behavior, to see her in action, so to speak. Not that I had any intention of getting close to her, but I was curious, nonetheless.

As I turned, my eyes landed on the North Indian princess, and I felt a sudden jolt of surprise. She had changed into a light pink lehenga, a stark contrast to the more formal attire she had worn earlier. The delicate fabric seemed to glow in the fading light of day, and I couldn't help but notice the way it accentuated her slender figure.

Her hair, which had been tied up earlier, now cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing her face. The soft tendrils seemed to dance in the gentle breeze, and I found myself mesmerized by the sight. A simple yet elegant necklace adorned her neck, drawing attention to the delicate lines of her throat. Her ears were adorned with small, intricate earrings that sparkled in the fading light.

As I stood there, taking in the sight of her, I couldn't help but notice the warm, golden glow of her light brown skin. It was as if the setting sun had infused her very being with its radiance, and I found myself drawn to her like a moth to flame. She seemed to be bathed in a soft, ethereal light, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I gazed at her.

She was standing opposite me, her eyes lifted to the sky as if in contemplation. Her profile was serene, peaceful, and I found myself wondering what she was thinking. Was she lost in thought, or simply enjoying the beauty of the sunset? I felt a sudden pang of curiosity, and I found myself wanting to know more about this enigmatic princess.

As I stood there, frozen in place, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. I had sworn to hate her, to hate everything she represented, and yet... and yet, I found myself drawn to her. It was as if the war, the conflict, the animosity between our nations seemed to fade into the background, and all that was left was this... this sense of connection.

But I knew it was foolish, knew it was a weakness I couldn't afford to indulge. I remembered the war, the pain, the suffering. I remembered the vows I had made, the promises I had sworn to keep. And I knew that I couldn't let my guard down, not even for a moment. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come, and began to walk towards her, my eyes locked on hers.

As I walked towards her, my eyes locked on hers, I noticed something that made me pause. A single tear rolled down her cheek, glistening in the fading light of day. It was a small, delicate drop of moisture, but it spoke volumes about the emotions that lay beneath her serene exterior.

I felt a sudden pang of... something. I'm not sure what it was. Sympathy, perhaps? Empathy? No, I pushed the thought aside. I was a warrior, a soldier. I didn't have time for such weaknesses.

But as I stood there, frozen in place, I realized that I didn't want to disturb her. Not because I cared about her feelings, but because I respected her privacy. Or so I told myself.

Without making a sound, I stepped back and hid behind a nearby curtain. From my hiding place, I watched as she wiped away the tear, her eyes never leaving the sky. She took a deep breath, and her shoulders seemed to relax, as if she had released a burden.

I stood there, hidden behind the curtain, and wondered what had caused her to cry. Was it something I had done? Something someone else had said? Or was it something deeper, something that only she knew?

As I watched her, I realized that I had been wrong about her. , as I had thought. There was more to her, something beneath the surface that I couldn't quite grasp.

But I pushed the thought aside. I didn't have time for such musings. I had a duty to fulfill, a mission to complete. And I wouldn't let anything, or anyone, get in my way.

As I stood there, hidden behind the curtain, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was thinking too much about the Indian princess. Why was I so intrigued by her? Why did I care about her tears, her emotions, her thoughts?

I asked myself these questions, trying to make sense of my own feelings. Was it because she was a princess, a member of the royal family? No, that couldn't be it. I had met many princesses before, and none of them had ever captured my attention like this.

Was it because she was beautiful? Perhaps, but I had seen many beautiful women before, and none of them had ever made me feel this way.

No, it was something more than that. Something about her seemed to resonate with me, to speak to me on a deeper level.

But what was it? And why was I thinking so much about her?

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to focus on my mission, on my duty. I couldn't let my thoughts be consumed by a woman, no matter how intriguing she was.

But as I stood there, watching her through the curtain, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was in trouble. That this woman, this Indian princess, was going to be a problem for me. A big problem.....