Iseul had some time to adjust to yet a new surroundings. He liked the paintings on the wall, though many of them portrayed the Jang family, quite egotistical if he'd say so himself, but then again... Honor and glory was very important to this day and age.
It didn't take long or his door got shoved open, the loud bang of the wood slamming together causing his ears to ring as he quickly shot his hands up to cover his ears.
He turned to look who was standing there and it was yet another person who looked extremely important from the clothes they were wearing.
The person standing there was a lady, a lady with crimson lips and a beautiful kind face.
Aera Jang? Could it be? He had read about her many times, she was one of the most famous writers of their era, Jun-Suk's younger sister.
Iseul immediately dropped to the ground, bowing for her with his head against the ground between his hands, showing his deep respect for her. The lady chuckled lightly "Oh please stand on your feet, darling," she said with a kind smile.
Iseul crawled up, fiddling his clothing "How may I help you milady..?" he asked, wanting to be as kind and respectful to her as possible. He was a big fan.
Aera Jang held her fan in front of the bottom half of her face as she spoke "I've seen your work and I've admired it for quite a while now... Would you be able to weave a robe for me to wear? I'd like for it to be done by tomorrow morning as I have a get together planned with my brothers."
Iseul took a deep breath before nodding "Yes milady, I would love to-" he spoke before she cut him off "I'd also like for you to accompany me, I wouldn't doubt my siblings wanting to meet such a highly appraised weaver."
Was he really that known for his work? To him his weaving wasn't all that special at all, perhaps someone had been praising him for quite some time.
Iseul would've immediately agreed about coming along, but then he saw a large shadow consume that of the lady, one he had seen before as he could feel his chest closing in.
"It seems my dearest sister has taken a liking to you, weaver-" The low familiar voice spoke with a soft tone of degradation "I'm sure a mere worker cannot say no to a fine lady as my sister? She's truly a pearl, is she not?"
The weaver wasn't quite sure what to reply as this could've been a trap for him, so he stayed quiet and bowed for the man as well, but this time he stayed there on the floor.
He could feel his fingertips shivering against the paper floor, praying for him to quit putting so much pressure on them.
The room fell quiet, he could feel those eyes pressuring him for an answer as the lady eventually broke the silence with a soft hum "He's quite the gentleman, you could learn, brother..." the lady teased. Iseul however, didn't find it funny, he grew pale.
Jun-Suk could be heard letting out a chuckle, though it didn't sound like one of someone who found a joke funny, but rather aggravated.
Aera Jang then stepped out "I'll be looking forward seeing the robe and have you join along, little Iseul!" The princess said her goodbyes, leaving her brother behind.
The weaver was there now, all alone with this man once more who took a step closer.
He could feel the strong hand trace through his hair down to slide over his jaw and towards his chin, pushing it up for him to look at him.
Iseul panicked, looking away with his eyes as earlier he was told he wasn't allowed to even look at this man's face, so why did he try to make him go against his own rules of etiquette?
Jun-Suk hummed "You're learning your etiquette," he said before a silence followed, together with his hand yanking his head to the side, making Iseul land on his side "yet you don't know to not try and seduce my little sister, you're a peasant and she's royal, she's a gem who cannot be damaged by the hands of some pathetic weaver."
"I wasn't! I didn't say any-" Iseul tried to plead for the actions he hadn't even committed, but he got cut short by the glare he was given. The prince's face turned grim, the tall man could feel some form of anger burrow in his stomach thinking of this peasant being near his sister.
Sure, the weaver was only being kind to his superiors, but to Jun-Suk's idea it was too kind. Was it some form of jealousy? No, he couldn't be jealous about some boy, how controversial.
The prince being in conflict with his own feelings and thoughts stepped away from the boy, immediately leaving and keeping the door open for the cold breeze to filter out the warm comfortable room.
Iseul shivered, crawling to the door to slide it shut. What a strange scenario, he certainly thought the prince was gonna go off on him about how low of a peasant he was, but instead the prince walked off.
Did he possibly rethink his words? Couldn't be, this man was up on his high horse for too long for him to possibly come up with those conclusions.
Iseul shook his head, he had no time to think about this, he didn't even want to think about him in the first place, he had to get to work in order for the robe to be finished in time. For this lady, he wanted to make weave perfection, she deserved it for all the work and kindness she gives to the world.
His hands sliding on the instrument, dancing with the fragile soft string, weaving the most beautiful piece he had ever woven, he could get used to this.
The boy started to really enjoy the weaving, it felt like the only way to escape this torture of a mind that kept thinking back about the man he feared oh so much.
He got lost in his finally peaceful mind so much, he didn't notice the sharp grey eye peaking through a creak of his door, watching him work.