Each brother claps Jungkook on the back.
"Congrats brother!"
Jungkook smiles.
Jinseok puts Jungkook into a headlock, rubbing his head.
"Soon, you'll be a married man! Father might even give you a gift for being the first one to marry!"
Jungkook laughs heartily.
"I would only hope so."
"Let's go tell Mother and Father now!" Jimin exclaims excitedly.
"Ok," Jungkook nods. "Let's go tell them."
IN THE THRONE ROOM. . . . . .
The Empress and Emperor are engaged in a serious game of Gomoku. The Empress will slam down a stone, then the Emperor will do the same. They've already playing this game for more than two hours, but neither one of them has won. The two have resorted to grunts for means of communication.
Whenever it's the Emperor's turn, and he hasn't placed a stone down on the board yet, the Empress will wave her hands and grunt.
The Emperor will roll his eyes, grunting as he places a stone on the game board.
The two don't even hear the palace servant telling them that the Princes and Miyoung have come for a visit.
It's not until the Princes have walked tapped the Emperor and Empress on their shoulders, that they stopped their game.
"Oh! You're here!'' The Empress says cheerfully. "We were just playing a quick game of Gomoku."
The Empress looks at the crowd of eight.
"What's brought all of you here?"
Jungkook takes Miyoung's hand into his and lifts it up for everyone to see.
The Empress gasps, putting a hand to her mouth, when she sees the ring on Miyoung's hand.
"NO WAY!!'' She squeals. "Oh MY GOODNESS! Miyoung you're coming with me right now. We are going to pick out your wedding dress and ask the palace chefs to prepare all your favorite dishes for the wedding. Oh, and the wedding will be next week!"
As Miyoung's dragged away, she can only help but think that the Empress is far more excited than she is for the wedding.
THE PRINCES AND THE EMPEROR. . . . . . .
The Emperor claps Jungkook on the back, almost knocking his son over.
"Good job my son. Now, what would you like me to help with in preparing for your wedding?"
"Umm . . . . I'm not really sure," Jungkook says uncertainty.
"Hmmmm. . . . Well, your brothers Jimin and Hoseok could choreograph a dance, and your brother Namjoon and Yoongi could write some music for the wedding, and your other brothers Taehyung and Jin can put on a comedy skit. And then I'll prepare a large extravagant paliquin for your wife, and I'll prepare a team of white stallions for you and your brothers to ride into the wedding with."
"Thank you Father," Jungkook says bowing.
The Emperor smiles.
"Anything for my son."
IN A DRESS SHOP. . . . .
The Empress drags Miyoung into the most expensive dress shop in the capital.
"How may I help you?" One of the attendants asks.
"I would like to get my daughter the most beautiful wedding dress you have!"
"I'll prepare some dresses for your daughter to try on then," the attendant says before scurrying off.
A few minutes later, the attendant is followed by at least ten women who each hold at three dresses in their arms.
"These are the most elegant and beautiful wedding dresses we have to offer. Would you like me to prepare a dressing room for you?"
The Empress nods.
The attendant bows, then scurries off to prepare the dressing room for Miyoung.
Minutes later, the attendant reappears, gesturing towards the hallway.
"This way ladies."
Miyoung and the Empress follow the attendant and the other women that are holding the dresses to the dressing room.
Once inside the dressing room, Miyoung tries on dress after dress after dress. Out of the ten dresses she's tried on, she's yet to find the 'Dress'. Sighing, Miyoung's fatigue starts to show as she continues trying on dresses. Nothing's wrong with the dresses, it's just that it either doesn't fit Miyoung or it just doesn't give Miyoung that glamouring effect.
Then, finally Miyoung finds the 'Dress'. It's a bright red hanbok with yellow flowers embroidered on the bottom of the dress. It makes Miyoung look stunning.
The Empress smiles as she watches Miyoung twirl in the dress.
"That's the dress," She says.
The Empress claps her hands, getting attention of the attendant.
"We'll take this dress. Please pack it up and deliver it to the Palace."
"Yes Your Majesty," the attendant says.
The Empress takes Miyoung's hands into hers.
"Thank you for marrying my dear Jungkook."
Miyoung smiles.
"Even if he never liked me, I would've wanted to marry him."