You were born into a royal family. you were always second in line for the throne. you never expected to ever take the throne. so you thought you had all of your life to try and find the one thing you’ve been wanting to feel, true love. so you never worried about that. you didn’t have a strict bodyguard that never let you not go on a date..until him Han Jisung. He didn’t look too serious from afar. until you got up close. he looked scary, cold, and mean. yet, very handsome. you couldn’t help but think about him even if he annoyed you. and he loved to give you the nickname Princess~.. he would always call you that. One. because you hated it, Two, because he secretly loved calling you that. what could and would happen between you two?

“Princess, paparazzi is outside the hotel. do you want something to cover your face? or do you want me to take care of it?” he said it in his cold usual voice, but he sounded different..as if he was mad?