Together, they walked forward, every gaze in the hall following them—the relatives, the higher officials, the Royal family, even the common people gathered to witness the moment.
All eyes glowed with admiration, and all hearts softened at the sight.And me? I stood there, hidden among the crowd, my lips curved in a smile while my heart quietly bled inside.
Yn's POV
I entered slowly behind Ari and her mother, my steps measured, almost hesitant, as though the air inside the grand hall weighed heavy on my chest.
The lights from the chandeliers cast golden hues across the room, making everything shimmer—every jewel, every embroidered fabric, every fleeting smile.
Ari didn't stop..her eyes immediately searched for Yoona Maa, her mother, as though seeking her blessing once again.
But mine… mine shifted elsewhere..And then my gaze froze.
He stood tall and composed beside His Majesty, posture steady, expression unreadable, every inch the Crown Prince—Jeon Jungkook.

For a fleeting moment, his dark eyes locked with mine. It was brief—barely a heartbeat long—but it was enough to make my breath hitch in my throat..
I let a small smile appear on my lips, almost instinctively, before stepping closer to stand near him..
Close enough to breathe his familiar scent, yet far enough to maintain the posture that this hall demanded..But he didn't move.
Didn't glance again. He stood like a marble statue—calm, cold, collected—just as a future King should be..I swallowed the sting that rose inside me and forced my gaze to move.
Ari stood across from Yoongi now, her face glowing brighter than all the chandeliers in this hall combined. Happiness radiated from her, pure and unshaken.
My lips curved as tears pricked my eyes—my Ari was finally stepping into her forever.
The priest tied their garments together with a firm knot, signaling their union. Bells rang, music swelled, and the ceremony began.
His chants echoed through the high ceilings, ancient words filling every corner of the hall.
But to me, they weren't just chants. They were promises. Support. Lifelong love.
As Ari and Yoongi repeated the priest's words, hand in hand, my vision blurred.
Fifteen years flashed before me—meeting Ari when she was just a girl of seven, her laughter echoing in my ears, our countless sleepless nights sneaking out under the stars, our tears, our dreams, her first secret blush when she spoke of Yoongi…
And now, her wedding.My throat ached with emotion. How unreal this feels.
The priest's voice finally rang loud "It is done!"
Cheers filled the room. Then, the priest added, "Now, call upon your closest ones for the final ritual."
Ari leaned toward Yoongi, whispering something we couldn't hear..His lips curved into a smile, and he nodded.Then Ari's eyes searched for someone.
Ari:"Yn," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "Can you… please do this for us?"
Ari:I blinked, stunned, and pointed at myself. "Me!?"
Yoongi's eyes softened. "Please, Yn. Do this for us."
Yn:I froze, but when Yoona Maa gave me a small nod of reassurance, and Ari's mother added gently, "Go, child," my legs finally obeyed.
Slowly, I walked toward the couple, every step deliberate, my heartbeat echoing in my ears.
The priest handed me a golden bowl, filled with milk and rose petals, its weight heavy in my hands.
My fingers trembled as I dipped their joined hands into the bowl, the cool liquid rippling around their skin.
Then, with a handful of rose petals, I lifted my hands and let them fall softly over Ari and Yoongi.
"May your life be filled with happiness…" I whispered, my voice thick with tears..Both Ari and Yoongi murmured
"thank you" softly, their eyes warm..My chest swelled with love, happiness, and something unnameable, almost breaking me..
I placed the bowl back carefully and stepped aside, returning to Yoona Maa's side. She reached for my hand, squeezing it gently.
Yoona:"You did well, Yn,"
Yn: she whispered, caressing my fingers..I smiled faintly… until the whispers began.
"Isn't she the Crown Prince's claim?"
"How can she do this ritual?"
"A claim performing a blessing? How inappropriate…"
Their voices slithered through the crowd, harsh and cutting.
A few people beside me quickly shifted away, creating distance as though my very presence contaminated them.
Judging eyes pierced into me, each one like a dagger.
My throat burned. My lips trembled. But I kept silent, my face composed..Then, unexpectedly, warmth enclosed my hand..
I looked up instantly, expecting Yoona Maa..It was her. Her eyes filled with worry, she whispered, "Don't listen to their words, Yn. You are an angel. You—"
Yn:I shook my head, cutting her off with a trembling smile. "I don't take their words to heart, Maa. Don't worry."She smiled sadly, then whispered
"Go, child. Bring more rose petals for blessings—they're running low here."
Grateful for the excuse, I nodded quickly and slipped out, my heart heavy, my eyes stinging.
Yn pov:
The hall's noise faded behind me as I walked through the dim corridor's.Each step echoed against the walls, mingling with the soft sound of my own quiet sobs..
Tears streamed down my cheeks before I realized, and I wiped them harshly with trembling fingers.
It wasn't new—this treatment. Every claim was seen this way. A shadow. A stain. And today was no different. Yet, for some reason, their words cut deeper than ever..
Why? Why do I let this pain break me every time? I told myself I was going to fetch rose petals, but truthfully, I just needed to escape.
To breathe. To hide the fracture in my chest.I opened bride chamber door, slipping inside quickly. I was about to close it behind me
But—