No Time to Stress

notes: he will be referred as Junmyeon

from now on not Jongmin

::Junmyeon P.O.V::

“Is there anything you like me to get for

you your highness?” the maid Minye asked.

Minye, the palace maid who was place under

my wings. Minye…the girl who will marry the hostage prince but later gets

demoted to the cold palace because of her background as the people of Showen

Empire. Poor girl. I’ll change your destiny too. You won’t get to marry the blasted

prince. He will only lead you to your doom.

Looking at the girl she’s definitely pretty.

Not beautiful by any means. I’ve seen many women in my life that are far more

beautiful than this little duckling. Geez, there I go judging again. sigh.

“No, you may leave me be. I want to rest.”

I told her.

She bowed, bending her knees to lower

herself, the proper etiquette of the ancient times of bowing.

Once she left, I slowly got off the bed

something that I haven’t been able to do in a long time due to my illness.

It’s been 4 days since I found myself here,

and two days it took me to come to terms with my current situation. Since then,

I tried everything I can to not seems suspicious to these people. I looked

myself in the mirror and still can’t quite grasp my new look. Geez…simply put I

look like someone bitch. Well…it not so far off. The original soul in this body

was a bit of a fem. In the novel he was men crazy. Always wanting the best man

in the kingdom. Even the royal physician became his target who ended siding

with the hostage prince to overthrow his own homeland just to see the gay

prince die. He didn’t even let his loyal bodyguard pass either. The original

owner of this body was just perverse as it gets. Luckily for him though, the

loyal guard was loyal to a fault. He gave his body and his heart to the wicked

prince, even so far as to protected him till the end of his life. Dying in the

hands of prince Wujin. So many tragic ending because of one man. If I remember

correctly, the day of my mother birthday, the hostage prince will be presented

to my mother as a sex slave.

That means I have to leave this palace in 3

days. To free the blasted prince so I won’t be castrated and killed later.

“Bogum! Bogum are you here?” I called out.

The man came barging in as if my life was

on the line, “What is it your highness? Is everything okay? Did you need my

assistance?”

Geez…dude chill…

“Uh yes…I would like to leave the palace

and go to the city to get some things.” I told him.

“What do you need? I could get someone to

grab them for you.” He asked.

“No, I want to go myself.” I interjected.

“But your highness, you have not fully

recovered yet.” He argued.

“Isn’t that why I have you? You are my

personal bodyguard are you not? If you can’t keep me safe, should I request

another?” I wasn’t going to, but I would like to see his reaction.

“This servant understands, please punish me

for overstepping your highness.” He bowed.

You annoying bastard I wanted to yell but

instead I said, “No, I don’t want to punish you. I just want to go out and I

want you to accompany me.”

He looked at me weirdly and looked like he

wanted to say something but didn’t.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s nothing your highness.”

“Bogum…there’s one thing I really hate…I

hate repeating myself. so please answer the question.” I sighed out of

frustration.

“Pardon me your highness…it’s just that

you’ve change since you regain consciousness. That’s all.” He said carefully.

“In your words, Bogum. How was I before?” I

asked.

“Your highness…I shouldn’t say.” He stated.

“Tell me.” I insisted.

“You seem a bit more tamed…normally you

automatically lash out if you don’t get your way. Honestly, I was expecting a

vase being thrown at me since it’s near you.” He said pointing at the vase near my left side.

“Geez…you make me sound out to be a spoiled

tyrant.”

He dropped to his knees head to the floor,

“I wouldn’t dare your highness. Please that is not what I meant or would ever

imply.” He firmly said, his voice stiff.

“Relax, honestly after waking up from a

near death experience…I want to change myself. I don’t want to be that crazy

lunatic you made me out to be. I want to be better than I was before.” I told

him.

“I did not make you out to be a lunatic,

please your highness, don’t say such thing.” Geez from that sentence, that’s

all you heard?

“Never mind that. As I was saying, I would

like us to leave the palace. I would like to see city and get some things. Hand

picking them by myself would be better. Plus, I been confine to the bed for way

to long. I need to stretch out my legs and walk around.” I told him.

“I understand your highness, your happiness

and safety is my main priority.” He declared.

“Sounds like a plan.” I smiled.

            The days leading up to my outing, Royal physician Sobin came to check up on me

again. I still feel a bit awkward with him since he gives me these wary looks like

he rather be anywhere else than near me. Same dude, same.

Since I’ve regained consciousness, I’ve

only seen the Empress once. In the novel the woman loves her son to the point

she was willing to share her men. If she loves the original owner of this body

so much, why doesn’t she come see him often?

She was indeed beautiful. She gave a me a

kiss on the forehead and tend to me, and of course reminiscing about the

original owner of this body and herself. She vowed that she would kill the

person who dared to harm me. Scary.

Anyways, something still bothers me though,

who the hell poison the original owner?

In the novel not much was said about the

gay prince, there were minimal information regarding his life since the main

character was the hostage prince who goes to make a harem for himself. The gay

prince was just a supporting cast that dies to make the hostage prince look

good or appealing in the story. The dude died in chapter 3, at least that’s

what I remember. Since I’m trying to change the course of this story, rewriting

my fate at least, I’m going to have to find out why someone wants me dead, if

this person is significant enough to **** with my plans, and if ridding them

for good help my case with survival. Geez what a headache this is. God, are you

listening? You must think it’s funny to put me in this kind of situation. I

hope you are happy.

I asked Bogum who would want me dead, he

didn’t hesitate to say my royal uncle. I wish the author of the novel would

mention this said uncle so that I have some type of upper hand in this mess. Unfortunately,

I have no idea who the hell this royal uncle is.

The only thing I know is that he’s only my

father’s younger brother who felt that he deserves the throne not some

concubine that manage to sway my father’s heart into giving her the throne when

he died.

I sighed, what a stressful situation this

is.

I sat outside enjoying the nice scenery of the pond turning to my left Bogum isn’t so

far behind standing stiffly as he watches my surrounding for me.

This man really takes my well fare to the

max.

“Bogum, why does the royal physician hate

me?” I didn’t really expect an answer, it was just something I was kind of

contemplating.

“I don’t believe he hates you your

highness.” I could hear the hesitation in his voice when he answered.

“There’s no need to lie to me. Bogum? Another

thing I hate beside repeating myself are liars. I can’t stand liars. Are we going

to have this problem? Just be honest when I ask you. Can’t you do that?”

“I understand your highness.” He bowed.

“Now, why does the royal physician hate

me?” I repeated.

“I don’t believe it’s a matter of hate,

your highness. I think he’s more cautious with you...” he started.

“Meaning?”

“Your highness, if I may be so bold. But

are you well? Do you remember everything now?” he asked.

“There are many things that are fuzzy. Like

I’m not sure if it’s a dream or reality…please jog my memory. Humor me a bit.”

Fuzzy my ***. I can’t remember anything

Suddenly my head felt like it was being

split into two. As flashes of images probe its way into my brain.

God some of the images makes even me

disgusted with this body. I have the answer I was looking for. Thank you, God.

Although I rather hear it from Bogum then get detailed images ramming into my

brain a mile a minute.

“Are you okay your highness?” Bogum asked

concerns written all over his face.

“Yea…yea I’m fine. Never mind on the

detail…I remember everything. No need reminding.” I gasp, trying to force the

pain away to no avail.

“You remember everything?” he asked looking

skeptical.

“Yes. I remember Bogum.” I repeated

exasperated.

No wonder the damn guy hates my guts. The original

owner of this body was a bitch in heat. Every time he sees the blasted silver

hair demon he wants to pounce on the guy. I thought I had time to change the past.

Thinking maybe he hasn’t tried anything yet to these handsome men. I mean come on;

the damn guy was only 17. Was he already sex crazed? So damn stressful.

I might die a second time from all this stress.

“Your highness, I have prepared everything

for tomorrow outing. Is there anything else you might need?”

“No. thanks Bogum for getting that done for

me.” Yes…no time to stress, tomorrow is the day I switch the course of this novel.

Time to switch to survival mode.

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