» Sora's Room

@♚ Kim Myungsoo Sora couldn't help but giggle as Myungsoo pointed out his name. "Arasso, M-yung-soo!" She smiled, her voice getting louder with each syllable in his name. "Alone huh.." Sora looked down, pushing all unholy thoughts from her mind as she clutched the nearest pillow to her tightly. If there were no such thing as will power, Sora would have tackled Myungsoo right than and there. "NO!" Sora yelled at his question. Great Sora, reaallll smooth. Sora laughed awkwardly and shook her head. "Uhh.. I mean, of course not! You can stay here as long as you want!" Just shoot yourself Sora, you're life is officially over. Sora placed her chin on the pillow and sighed. Though she hated asking, she just had to know. "So..how's your wife?"

@♤ Park Sora Myungsoo's lips formed into a small pout as she muttered, 'you're majesty.' He didn't like being seen as someone that would have someone sent to be hung if they didn't address him properly. "Yah, my name is Myungsoo! Kim Myungsoo!" He said, looking more like a child than a person of higher power. "We've known each other since we were children, so it's okay! Plus we're alone." Myungsoo gave Sora one of his rare smiles, showing off his left dimple.

He shrugged at her question and stood from the bed. "Nothing really..." He walked around her very very pink room, picking up an object here and there, inspecting it, than setting it down. "I was bored, so I decided to pay my pal a visit. Why? should I leave?" He turned, giving Sora a confused look.

@♚ Kim Myungsoo Sora didn't bother getting up, upon hearing the knocks on her door. She was too depressed to even care if anyone needed her. "Yah! Sora." Sora's eyes widened at the King's voice. She felt him sit beside her, nudging at her to make her sit up. Sora felt her heart beat faster and faster as she slowly sat up. "You're majesty!" She panicked, even if she was used to Myungsoo barging into her room randomly. She quickly fixed her already neat hair and dress. "Did you need something?" She asked, her voice a pitch higher than she wanted it too be.

@♤ Park Sora Myungsoo walked down the long dim hallways of the rather large and confusing castle till he reached Sora's front door. He didn't remember why he came all the way from the other side of the castle to see his old friend but he was here now so, might as well.

Myungsoo gently knocked on the door, waiting for Sora's familiar groan and tired, "Come in." to be heard. Myungsoo smiled to himself as he thought of how hard Sora worked in the castle. Without her, the whole Kingdom itself would be in ruins. He waited a little more, and a bit more, more, more. He turned the handle and walked inside, without a second thought to it. "Yah, Sora! What are you--" Myungsoo stopped and held back his chuckle. She was depressed. again. Myungsoo swiftly strolled over to the young girl, sitting at the side of bed. "Sora, what's wrong now?" He poked her side, than nudged her legs, trying to get her attention.

Sora walked inside her own 'personal castle',kicking her black shoes off.Today was another stressful day at the castle, cleaning, cooking, and making sure no one else did anything stupid. Well her day wasn't all that terrible. She was able to spend the whole day with the King. Sora knew it was a sin to love another woman's husband, ESPECIALLY the Queen's husband, yet she could help her feelings. Every time he walked past her, she'd hold back her smiles, or when he called her with his low husky voice her stomach would twist and turn in all directions and her cheeks would turn into six different shades of red. She hated the King as much as she loved him.

Sora groaned and jumped onto her soft bed, kicking off the pillows in frustration. "Stupid you." She muttered under her breath. "I hate you're perfection. Why do you have to be so...stupid." Sora rolled over onto her stomach, burring her face into the soft sheets, slowly falling into her own self doubt.