Can I See You Again

I Just Want It

The pool of tears piled up a lot, crossing Youra cheeks after overflowing. The frozen heart kept wishing it well. For one thing, revenge. You must not die in vain before you avenge all that, destroy the palace, restore justice, destroy her own husband, the Crown Prince.

His hand stiffly locked, releasing all the remaining energy away. Keep closing his frightened eyes, hearing the sound of screams that might have left traces of blood splattered in the middle of the forest. Until a hand grabbed the tiny body out of the terrible palanquin, carried it into the deck, until the fear disappeared slowly.

"Come..."

The breeze blew gently, blowing the friendly strands of her hair that were scattered, as the body just kept on sticking to the soothing warm field.

"Revelation, Your Majesty!"

Youa flinched, as her body turned around, producing the sound of arrows darting on the sturdy arm that was now covered in blood was hugging her body.

Youra did not see that face, only stunned as the bloody hand touched her cheek.

"Don't cry anymore." The voice was too slow, appearing to be whimpering in pain. Youa widened her eyes when she realized who had let her out of fear. Soon he looked up to see the face of the hero.

"Crown Prince?"

Her husband, the Crown Prince let the arrows pierce through her arms, as Youra's body was under his auspices.

"Why are you here?" ask Youa in disbelief.

The Crown Prince remained silent. How painful it was for him to hear Youra's words as if he was unhappy at her presence. He just kept staring into Youra's eyes. The gaze of those eyes pierced sharply through to the heart, as Youra realized how much pain her husband was at that moment. Youra anchored her gaze to the arrow that was firmly attached to the husband's arm.

Far away, Jung Hyun and the Crown Prince's bodyguards were still grappling with the men in black.

Youa was only fixated on the spot, as the figure touched her little pelvis, lifting her up onto the gallant pus horse. The Crown Prince went up afterwards, not looking at him again at all.

On the horse was the two with the husband, leaving the officers and bodyguards busy fighting. Suddenly, the black-robed men returned releasing their arrows towards the Crown Prince and Youra. However, the Crown Prince nimbly took Youra away as soon as possible from that place with his beloved horse.

Very fast, the horse kept running. Youra sat quietly in front of the Crown Prince's body, leaning against the chest of the husband's field. Meanwhile, the Crown Prince held control of the horse with one hand only. The other hand was severely injured, making the face of the pain even more noticeable.

I hateit..

On top of that horse, Youra turned her head back slowly.

All I know is I want to kill him..

The face was covered in black cloth, leaving eyes as sharp as an eagle that continued to focus forward, not returning Youra's gaze at all.

But..

Youa hesitantly raised her hand, grabbing the cover of her husband's face slowly. Interestingly, until the face cover was removed. The Crown Prince was surprised, instantly dropping that gaze into the eyes of the wife who was staring at him.

Why, looking at his face, my heart rate increased more than usual?

The two pairs of eyes collided with each other, giving such a deep impression to both of them. For the first time, Youra looked into those eyes and face at her will. To be the first woman to sit on the Crown Prince's beloved horse and the first woman to see the Crown Prince's face. Husband, who has officially surrendered himself.

Two different hearts bind love and hate in a sad bond. The cloudy sky bears witness to the meeting of two different hearts. The pupils were rounded, Youra was immersed in an intoxicating charm, speechless at the sight of tears falling from her husband's eyes. The Crown Prince quickly threw away his face, shifting his gaze to refocus forward, pulling the horse's control rope faster.

Her husband's face was very pale, along with the rush of blood that did not stop flowing from his arms. Unaware of how long she had been looking at her husband's face, they finally arrived at the palace. The Crown Prince again covered his face with great difficulty, due to the large wound on his arm. However, Youra remained silent, not helping at all.

The wary Eunuch Cho had been waiting for a long time, quickly chasing after the scarred Crown Prince. The Crown Prince got off his horse, pulled Youra's hand and carried her down.

"Bring and treat my empress" the Crown Prince's orders stammered in pain. While walking away from Youra with the servants, the Crown Prince just kept stepping away. His body is very weak.

"Hurry up and get the healer!" eunuch Cho shouted in fear.

"No, don't call the doctor," the Crown Prince replied in pain.

The Crown Prince's body staggered, until he weakened and almost fell down. Youra kept looking at her husband's departure, doing nothing. Youra immediately stepped away, but when she looked back, her body just ran towards the husband who was about to fall.

"Your Majesty, please treat your wound.." Holding tightly onto her husband's arm, Youra shed tears.

The Crown Prince again opened his eyes, turning to the sweet touch, the tiny hand that clasped his arm.

***

They leaned the Crown Prince's body on the bed, while Youra went somewhere. The Crown Prince continued to stare at the door of his room, hoping that the wife would come to see him, just for a moment.

"Everyone wants my death." The Crown Prince smiled, before finally continuing his sentence, "Why don't I just die?" ask her to Kasim Cho with her voice.

"Your Majesty, what have you said? That's not true, Your Majesty. Everyone wants you to recover soon." Eunuch Cho lied to the situation, at least giving a little encouragement to the Crown Prince.

"I will punish anyone who touches my queen" the Crown Prince added.

"If he asks me to leave the throne, I will. If he wants me dead, I'll meet him, just as long as he gives me a little love."

The words, bringing Eunuch Cho's steps closer to the Crown Prince, "Your Majesty, you could have a much better concubine than the empress, how much do you want. Please, don't say such a sad thing again" euphemistic Eunuch Cho cried.

"I won't have a concubine. I just want it" the Crown Prince denied.

"Aarrgh..!" The Crown Prince touched his wound, looking extremely claustrophobic.

"Get out of here, leave me alone." Crown Prince ordered Kasim Cho.

"Your Majesty, I beg you, please allow me to.."

Kreeks...

The door creaked, stopping Eunuch Cho who was wide-eyed. Youra, the wife entered the room. Not thinking much, Eunuch Cho just walked out of there, leaving the two of them. Meanwhile, the agonized Crown Prince threw away his face.

Youra slowly stepped towards her husband. "You have to be treated," Youra said as she sat next to her husband.

The Crown Prince turned to him, "Help me, undress me," said the Crown Prince.

Youra was glued, long enough. How could she undress a man she hated, she thought. Since Youra gave no response, the Crown Prince opened it himself, despite the great pain he still tried to take off his clothes.

Youra landed her hand on that warm chest, helping her undress. "Don't be too tight" Youa said as she looked at the Crown Prince's agonizing reaction.

She grabbed the ropes and peed that hooked her husband's robe. Doubt turned its face away from the hand that was helping the Crown Prince open his robe.

"Why turn your face away?" ask the Crown Prince.

Youra took her breath, just keeping quiet gave no answer. The Crown Prince touched the hand of Youra who was opening her clothes, holding her back for quite a while. "Don't turn your face away from your husband" said the Crown Prince.

Youra tried to let go of her husband's grasp, but the Crown Prince held the hand strong enough. "You can see anything you want to see."

Youra wanted to lift her anger, only that all those desires had stopped as she looked back at the increasingly blood-soaked arm. "Your Majesty, your arm should be treated immediately" Youa concluded.

"You're worried about me?" ask the Crown Prince again. Youra did not answer him, then immediately pulled his hand from the Crown Prince's grasp, helping him quickly undress. Showing an amazing muscular build-up, Youra tried to shift her gaze. The Crown Prince opened his robe and face covering, noticing the beautiful face that was sweeping blood on his arm.

"Ah.." cried the Crown Prince in pain.

"Is that sick?" ask Youa quickly.

The Crown Prince nodded spoiled. "Yes, it hurts a lot." Keep looking at that pretty face. Youra did not dare to look at her husband's face, or look at the other parts she could freely see. He was only focusing on the arm full of injuries.

Youra took out a few strands of cloth, folding them into two pieces of knotted. Slowly twirled the cloth on her husband's arm. Very quiet, Youra did not talk about anything to her husband.

Is it true, this man killed my brother? Why, just keep caring about me? What, this is just an escape from guilt?

The Crown Prince grabbed the hair dangling on Youra's face, flicking it back. "I won't let you get hurt."

The Crown Prince continued to look at the wife who was dressing her wound. "Don't hurt me again, or I really want to die" the Crown Prince added afterwards.

No, I don't want to..