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𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆,-

𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆!!

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━ ahn 安 myungsoo 명수, 20 years old , the eunuch, usually goes by myungie, homosexual thou
gh he's unsure if feeling attraction to males if even a thing at this point in time... raised in a po
or environment. he's the eldest sibling of eight children. dislikes being a eunuch a lot.
━ myungsoo hasnt exactly come from a life of riches and jewels. no, its quite the opposite, rea
lly. he was born into a large family of ten, he being the oldest brother out of another seven chil
dren. he was forced to grow up far too early, to work as a butcher with his sickly father- and to-
farm rich nobles crops when given the chance for some extra money on the side. his life was fil
led with hardships and work, and the work never seemed to really end... so, before he knew it--
he was getting involved with silla era loan-sharks. and before he knew it, he had been indebted
to them- seriously indebted. not long after, they had kidnapped him and sold him off to a eunuc
h facility for him to be sold to the royal eunuch's. you'd think it'd be an honor, but it was far fro
m that. he didnt want to be a damn eunuch!
━ surprisingly enough, myungsoo has quite an issue with the royal family. they bother him to an
extent that- if given the chance, he'd probably feed them to a pack of hungry wolves. while they
sit upon a throne woven with lies and suffering, their people- those who made them who they ar
e, are forced to work away until they have nothing but debts. especially as his mother passed aw
ay a few months prior due to starvation. while the people of silla are starving and sickly, the roya
l family are thriving and rich with banquets. it just isnt fair in his eyes. which is exactly why he o
f all people shouldve never been taken as a royal euncuh. theres quite the potential that he'll poi
son someone!
-━ myungsoo is, admittedly, quite gullible. due to his naive outlook on life he's quite easy to t
ake advantage of. but, despite that- he is definitely one of the boldest eunuch's out there. if h
e hadnt have been sold off he'd probably make a good soldier, due to his loyalty and respectful
nature. positive, passionate and optimistic- myungie is a little bit more on the childish side, th
ough he's quite a skilled horse rider meaning he has the ability to defend himself if the time is
ever to come.
━ this male stands at five-foot seven, and is moderately tall. due to his poor upbringing he's de
finitely more on the slim side, his ribs easy to spot- though, he still has a... okay, amount of fle
sh on his bones. with a passion to do with herbs and the likes- myungsoo wouldve made quite a
good herbalist if he hadnt have been dragged away into the palace and gelded. additionally, he
had always been skilled with a bow. now there was plenty of things he couldve done instead of
become a eunuch. which is another reason why he despises the royal family. they were looking
for new eunuch's, and he just got caught up in the trade...

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𝐎𝐇 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑...

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━ third prince moon 門 songchul 성철. due to being royalty and all, no one r-
ally calls him anything other then songchul- but, if he had someone close to h
im, he'd like to be called chul.
━ 21 years old. he is currently third in line to the throne, though, he isnt exa
ctly desperate to become king. in fact he's quite content being a prince.
━ cismale. goes by he/him pronouns. he seems to have homosexual tendenci
es, solely based off of his lack of interest in women- and his peaked curiousit
y when it comes to men. but, he'd never admit to be a homosexual cutsleeve.
━ the third prince. currently betrothed to a princess of china, or something.
frankly he doesnt have much interest in marriage or having a family- but, if it
s in his family's best interest, then he'd begrudgingly deal with her for the res
t of his life... if he must.
━ songchul has been trying to learn chinese ever since he found out he'd be--
marrying a chinese princess by the age of 22. so far he only knows the basics,
such as common greetings or basic sentence structures. therefore they'd defi-
tely need a translator.
━ stands at five foot eleven, with a lean though more muscled build. he ofte
n spends his free time training and testing his swordsmanship, though, hardw
ork doesnt really peak the interest of a royal such as himself, does it?
━ it is clear that chul has gotten the good genes of his father, the emperor...
but he's often forgotten to be attractive as his brothers, mainly due to the fa
ct that he has a tendency to dress down. whilst his siblings wear royally extra
vagant hanboks, he'd much rather stick to a simple white or black one.
━ additionally, he doesnt have the most outstanding personality. stern, domi
neering and wittiness doesnt exactly get you many female adorers, well, at l-
east it doesnt for songchul. mainly due to his icy exterior. many women are m
ore frightened then attracted by him, which is a serious hardship..
━ he often finds himself sitting alone by his favored pond. its a place to thin
k, and recollect himself.
━ unfortunately, he's far from close with any of his siblings. thats mainly due
to the fact that he's a more stoic type, and has often struggled to be more lig
hthearted around those he doesnt trust all too well.
━ despite this, he's a fairly humorous guy. due to his wit and sharp-tongue, b
anter comes natural to this male, along with a charismatic tone. its just quite
hard for him to reveal that side of himself, so instead he usually sticks with c-
oming off as cold and aloof.
━ songchul is quite studious, which is probably why most people find him so-
damn boring. responsibility can be quite tiresome, though, so he often tries t
o find a past time. recently, he has come across the perfect one. brewingtea!
it's fun, ethical and delicious. so, why not, right?
━ when it comes to pleasing his family, songchul often struggles. despite doi-
ng everything his father wishes of him, he's never praised. no, its gotten to th
e point where his father merely expects perfect behavior from him- and is a l
ot harsher then he is on his other sons. chul is beginning to desire a bit more-
freedom, he desires to rebel some way or another...
━ being in an arranged marriage was never his dream, though he knew it'd ev
entually happen as it did to his siblings and ancestors. that doesnt mean he's-
exactly happy about being forced to marry a foreign princess, though. in fact
, far from it. he didnt want to be a puppet for his father to wiggle around, so
me stupid toy to gain more power and access other nations...

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 門 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐋 성철

a royally expensive hanbok cloaked songchul's body, quite a different look in comparison to the plain white robes he was so used to. but today was different, it was a special event- really. though, to chul- it didnt quite feel that way. he was meant to be meeting the eldest princess of china, his future wife. yet, instead of feeling anticipation or excitement- he felt nothing. just the usual mundane thoughts by the pits of his stomach. if it was for the best of his country, he'd marry anyone whom his parents chose. but that still didnt mean he was necessarily excited. either way, he planned to at least be polite when meeting her. at least act interested if he was going to have to be by her side for the rest of his life- right? it was quite the responsibility to be married to someone one hardly knows, but songchul had seen it happen around him ever since birth- so, it was only natural. interlocking his hands as they rested behind his back, songchul took a few long strides- a few of his eunuch's trailing after him. moments after he reached the meeting area, a large bridge with a nearby table and seating.

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𝐀𝐇𝐍 安 𝐌𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐎𝐎 명수

drawing in a sharp breath, the brunet cloaked in a hanbok of emerald green silk quickly took a step forwards- his hands lightly shaking as they held a tray carrying a tea-set. truth be told, he had no idea what on earth he was doing. lacing the tea placed upon his tray was a special combination of poisons, poisons that are designed to claw at ones throat like angry bile- and to be coughed up with blood. poison that could be dangerous in large doses, and that could only be soaked up when one consumes poppy-petals... the only reason ahn myungsoo knew so much about herbs and the likes was due to the fact that he had been taken in, and trained as a eunuch for the past few months. it had taken him a while to work his way up the ranks, but now he had been given the chance to get his own personal version of revenge on the royal family. outside of the palace borders a harsh sickness was going around. like a parasite, it feasted on its victims until they grew nothing but skin and bones. that sickness, that parasite- it had been dubbed starvation. and it was clear that no member of the royal family would ever have to deal with such a thing, food of theirs fed to them with a shining, silver spoon. that is what myungsoo had always hated the royal family for- most of all, they were so self-absorbed that despite being the rulers of the country, and despite having no power without the people, they didnt seem to care enough for anyone other then themselves... gritting his teeth until his jaw locked in place- myungsoo quickly strode down the long halls binding each palace together. he had been fortunate enough to be tasked with bringing the crown prince and the crown princess their tea... and he wanted to bring pain to them... how could he not? after a few moments, he arrived at the palace- knocking once on the sheet of a door before entering. just seeing the crown prince was enough to cause his jaw to clench. but, he kept his composition- serving the tea before taking a step back. he'd get his revenge. for his family.

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{𝐅𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐧}
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fenhua. fenhua fenhua fenhua, you already failed. fenhua was supposed to be the translator for the prince. for his chinese princess. since they couldnt speak to eachother quite yet. they didnt know the others languages, and they were supposed to get married. if they couldnt understand, they would either learn or, wow! get a translator. and fenhua was supposed to be that translator. but he was already late. damn, he was so late. running down the halls, his blue , silky robe waving behind him, fen turned and twisted down so many turns and stairs. he needed to be there, soon! but, there was a secret hidden under about the whole situation..though. fenhua may or may not have been harboring feelings for..that prince. he wasnt supposed to! he wasnt supposed to like any male in general! and fenhua was a tad petty..and did mix up somethings on purpose. he did in the past, all the time! sometimes due to someone else romantically interested, other times just cause fenhua was petty and knew they werent meant to be. but this time? it was for himself. he loved the prince. and he...knew he was failing at more then just arriving on time. as soon as the familiar warm light hit fenhua , he let out a relieved sigh. he finally made it.

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{𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 }
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jinwoo wouldnt say he was like his family. he would say he was a nice male, admirable, too. he wasnt sinister, like his parents. he wasnt devilish or forgotten, like his brothers. he wasnt murderous, seeking revenge, or at any way trying to ruin lives. which summed up his entire family. jinwoo was more...laid back. he didnt care what the others thought about him, he was happy. he wasnt forgotten, he got whichever he pleased (he always tried to be gracious. though sometimes he forgot. if he was going to be king, why not be a king everyone enjoys?) and he didnt ask for much! tea daily, since that helps with alot , but nothing else often. sometimes he'd like to be pretty damns spontanious and ask for something bold, new , and exciting. but other than that? he was often just 'ill take the regular'. and that 'let me speak to your manager' kind of guy! jinwoo tapped on the table softly, his head bobbing as he just..waited. others were soon entering the room, taking seats or standing for the others to arrive. jinwoo just started at the carvings in the table, and the designs. golden swirls above red and ivory. a small smile graced his lips as he kind of..just traced the swirls. he traced them gently with his finger ,a lmost always they would go too far or come back. almost like relationships. either they drift so far away you cant get them back, or you somehow swirl them back once more. as bad as that sounded, of course. which he did not intend. his head flickered up as Myungsoo arrived, a small smile gracing his lips once more. his tea! "thank you." jinwoo said softly, sucking in a small breath, before nodding to everyone around him, and takign the cup up to his lips. the warm liquid streaming down his throat, at first he thought nothing of the weird aftertaste it left. jinwoo placed it down on the weird thingie on the table, before his smile was quickly replaced with a slight frown, a dangerous feeling sticking in his throat. at first? it only felt like a cough was itching up. until the feeling intensified. until it felt like something was scratching at his throat, begging to come out. jinwoo surpressed a cough at first, before he couldnt hold anything in any longer. he pushed himself up from his chair, to just..start coughing . damnit, on the table! blood streamed down his chin and splattered everywhere, the sticky liquid dark and deadly. the metallic taste eating away, jinwoo could just feel his throat almost getting destroyed. someone spiked his drink. and whatever it was? it was eating his throat. quite literally. jinwoo collapsed to the ground, his cough never fading, blood streaming out in larger gushes. whatevr that poison was? it was killing jinwoo. it was opening all these gaps in this throat, letting blood seep out.

either he would bleed out, choke himself, or his throat would get eaten up first.

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 門 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐋 성철

what was taking the translator so long? the princess was going to arrive soon! with his sharp eyebrows carved into an unimpressed frown, the prince nervously paced the bridge- his hands still neatly folded behind his back. "third prince... the translator will be here soon, dont worry." hesitantly soothed songchul's most favored eunuch- his voice shaking in his own anxiety and worries. that hadnt comforted the said prince at all whatsoever! in fact, it only added to his nerves. he shouldve been more serious on studying! licking his lips, songchul tried to keep a calm- laid back disposition. "ni hao." mumbled the said male, just loud enough that he could hear it. "wo shi.. song chul wangzi." well, he was seriously struggling to introduce himself. just uttering the simple introduction hello, i am the prince songchul was quite the ordeal... exhaling sharply, songchul continued to pace the area- that is, until he saw a distant cluster of people. the princess of china had already arrived, she and her maids were on there way! where are you, translator?!

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regrets filled myungoo's gaze as he blankly stared at the crown prince's coughing self. had he gone too far? did he really want to risk murdering someone so important to the royal family, just to make a statement? frowning, the eunuch wiped his sweaty palms on his green hanbok- watching through guilty eyes as his fellow palace-workers gasped, running to the prince's aid. yet, they could do nothing. not without the antidote, poppy petals. an antidote that myungsoo had tucked away in his sleeves... biting down on his lower lip hastily, the brunet took a moment to think of his options... should he help the prince? should he help a member of the royal family- a male that will one day run korea to the ground? should he dare throw away his family's welfare just because of guilt? exhaling once more, myungsoo had decided on his option. he would... without hesitating any more, the said brunet hastily rushed to the crown prince's side. now that he had fallen to the ground, his condition was only worsening. and soon, his throat would close up- he'd suffocate. that was just how the poison worked. "clear a space!" practically growled the short eunuch, his eyes dark with guilt, and... well, a pinch of concern. it was only in his nature to feel concerned for those he did not like too much, after all... scrounging around in his sleeves, myungsoo pulled out a satchel filled with poppy petals, and, without warning- he went down on his knees directly besides the crown prince. a glimmer of hesitation was clear in his movements as he held the prince down to stop him from coughing the cure up, before he slipped a handful of poppy's into the said prince's mouth... now, he was doomed.. either he'd look like a great hero- or, his true nature of being the one to have poisoned the prince would gleam through... and he'd be executed for treachery. crap!

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fenhua's eyes flickered all over, panic just taking over. oh god, what if he couldnt find the prince? would he be executed? or fired? what would happen? god, fenhua panicked over literally so much, yes. but this? this was good, true reason he should have been panicking! oh god, this was horrible! after a hot while of just..panicking, wandering, and searching like a crazed manic looking for the kid he just kidnapped - bad example but totally fitting fenhua - he found the prince. oh, finally! he rushed over , skidding to stop towards the prince. he bowed his head slightly, placing his hands together gently. " neuj-eoseo joesonghabnida, wangjanim. " fenhua slurred out, nodding towards the prince once more. " imi gongjunim-i dochag haessnayo?" fenhua asked, tilted his head in a ..friendlier manner . he was..a flustered idiot, no secret.

* im so sorry for being late, my prince.
* has the princess arrived already?

{𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 }
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tears stung the back of jinwoo's eyes, the coughing never seemed to stop. blood was all over the floor, it was almost unhealthy seeing how much there was! not like it wasnt unhealthy already to be coughing up blood in general. his chest felt like it was closing in, even with almost everyone around him, they wouldnt be able to help. ahha. at this point, jinwoo just wanted to be dead then. his arms were shaking horribly, his mind racing. god, he wanted it to stop. he wanted it to all stop. his head was so..of course, light headed! he almost collapsed, before someone put petals (well, more like shoved, but would jinwoo care? no! he was getting saved! ) down his throat. not instantly, but quite quickly the feeling was getting drowned. like the petals somehow soaked up all the poison. it was..supernatural to him how that happened. but he..was not complaining. his eyes searched for some dumb reason until they landed .. on no other but myungsoo. jinwoo's horrified expression definitely softened to a ..admiring expression as he looked at the male, his hand reaching towards to grab myungsoo's. he offered a small smile towards the male, relief washign over him.

before he lost conciousness.

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 門 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐋 성철

the third prince's shoulders fell with relief as the translator- fenhua, came tumbling into view. he had recognized the other male's pale skin, sharp jaw and signature sharp nose- along with his pouty lips. youre here."" exhaled songchul, hands still clasped behind his back- but, it seemed his whole expression had relaxed. never had he ever been more grateful to see fenhua! but, that didnt mean the other male would get out of being late... just as chul had been about to speak up and ask his company why he had been late in the first place, he heard the voice of an older male with a thick chinese accent. "here comes her highness, eldest princess of china feng lihua!" stiffening, songchul turned towards where a willowy- ashen skinned woman with deep brunette hair and sharp, though feminine features had been slowly walking. straightening his posture, songchul gave the princess a dignified- though polite smile. one that couldve nearly passed as genuine if his eyebrows hadnt remained in their stern positioning. "ni hao. wo shi songchul wangzi₁." his pronunciation wasnt superb, but it was decent enough for him to be understandable. now- songchul only knew one other phrase in chinese... and, it was also the phrase he struggled to pronounce the most. "ni kan qilai hen mei₂." his pronunciation was a little bit off, and the sincerity in his words was lacking. admittedly, she did look beautiful. she just wasnt his idea of beautiful...

₁ hello, i am prince songchul.
₂ you look lovely.
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𝐀𝐇𝐍 安 𝐌𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐎𝐎 명수

oh god, what on earth had ahn myungsoo been thinking?! he was seriously going to poison the prince, kill him? tears of panic pricked at the eunuch's dark brown eyes, his hands shaking in fear as his blood-pressure spiked. inside the cavity of his chest, his heart hammered wildly. what... was he thinking? just as the crown prince's hand had been reaching for his own- the said prince's eyes glazed over, his body going limp as he slipped from consciousness... and this was all myungsoo's fault. the said eunuch's blood froze, his eyes widening in fear. and, not just fear of his own life and what punishment his reckless action will cause, but also for crown prince jinwoo.. will he die? tears still pricking myungsoo's eyes, he shakily turned to his fellow eunuch's. "c-call the royal herbalist." croaked the young brunet, voice shaking with shock. shock that he had ever dared to do such a thing to another person. shock that he had been expecting crown prince jinwoo's death. he was just so damn shocked now... not long after, the royal herbalist came in and took the prince back to his own private room. and, until he would wake up- myungsoo had to live in terror of what he'd done, waiting outside the prince's quarters anxiously. was he a murderer?

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