Hard To Love #1 | yyyeodang

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oh, no!

SOFIA's POV:

Doing something over and over again, whilst expecting a different result each time.

This was the definition of insanity according to the internet. But my definition of insanity was very different from this. 

My definition of insanity was to let Hugo Harrison kiss me, and then kiss him back, while it was raining.

Oh, and did I mention that we were also drunk?

"Achoo!" Amber sighed yet again after I sneezed for the nth time in the morning.

"What were you even doing in the rain at night? And, that too with Prince Hugo?" She asked as she sat on the corner of my bed. Heat crept onto my cheeks upon his mention.

Can the ground open up and swallow me whole, please?

"Nothing!" I said, with the brightest fake smile that I could muster. However, all I got in response was the 'I-am-not-buying-your-shit' look.

"Oh c'mon, I've been asking you this since like yesterday! I'm your elder sister I should know every spicy detail of your relationship!" She whined and threw a pillow softly at my direction.

"There's nothing spicy!" I said in response.

She shifted closer and spoke dramatically, "Of course there is! There is no forking way that there's nothing 'spicy' when you both returned through the back of the castle while panting heavily and blushing red! You should be thankful that I saved you from getting pictured by any media outlet and become the forking talk of the town!"

"W-we were just . . running."

"Shut the fork up and tell me, what did you guys do?" She said, emphasizing the 'fork'.

And yes, she says the f-word as 'fork' because princesses don't say 'bad words'.

After a full-fledged banter of 'forks' and 'nothings', I finally gave in. And to say that her reaction was wild, would be an understatement.

"Shut up there's no way you kissed!" Amber yelled so loudly that her voice could even be heard from the magical isles.

I'm pretty sure everyone in the castle heard that.

"Amber!" I whisper-yelled and put my palm over her mouth while she was fumbling with wide eyes and a smile so huge that it pained my jaw to look at her.

"Who kissed who?" Said James, who just barged in the room with a wide smile that resembled his twin's.

She removed my palm and yelled again, "Sofia kissed Hugo!" 

"Amber!" I was about to tell her to keep quite when an overly-excited James yelled and cut me off while practically jumping onto the bed like a kangaroo, "Oh, we need the juicy details!" 

"I know right!" Amber squealed with joy.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be like some . . over-protective siblings?" I was genuinely weirded out by their reactions. I remember this one time a prince had a crush on me and was about to ask me out, but both Amber and James scared him so much, to the point he didn't even look at me again.

And now they're celebrating me kissing Hugo like it was them who had their first kiss.

"Oh, I don't know about him, but I definitely trust my brother-in-law!" She said, with the smile plastered on her face.

"Hey! I trust him too. So, Sofia - how did it go?" James asked, looking like Cheshire cat with his smile.

Oh, boy. This is gonna be a long story.

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HUGO's POV:

"Oh my God, my baby bro has finally grown!" My dearest royal pain spoke dramatically while squeezing my cheeks.

"You sound pathetic, shut up, please." I groaned.

"How can I? You both kissed. I repeat, K-I-S-S-E-D." He spoke with a beaming smile plastered on his face.

"Who even told you about this?" I smacked my pillow on his face, while his smile didn't even move the slightest.

"Amber, who else?"

Ah, yes. Princess Amber, of course.

Last night was probably the weirdest one of my life. We hid in our sorcerer's old tower, got drunk, ran away from weird princesses and . . we kissed.

I, Hugo Harrison - kissed Sofia Balkthazar, the girl who swore she hated me with every inch of her being and the one I had a beef with in childhood because of a damn sport.

Thinking of it now, I genuinely have no idea why I pulled that stunt like a fucking hormonal teenager. 

It was the wine, Hugo. 

Yeah, it definitely was. Because hell would freeze the day I'd genuinely kiss her out of some sort of bubbly, fluffy love like shown in movies.

Yeah. That's it. She was looking pretty, and you just lost your shit for a moment. It happens. 

No need to overthink this. At all.

A knock interrupted my train of thoughts and Axel's stupid giggling-fanboying fest. Soon, we heard our castle steward say, "Your majesties, the King and the Queen have asked for your presence in the throne room urgently for a private meeting."

Axel finally got over whatever the fuck he was doing and turned to me with a serious look, "It must be something really important. Let's go." I nodded in agreement and we both rushed to the throne room.

"Mom, Dad - you called us?" Their heads turned towards Axel.

"Yes. Come here, you might want to sit down for this one." Our father, who's usually goofy looked at us with seriousness laced in his voice.

Usually, it's our mother who takes the big decisions for the family and proposes bills in the Parliament - in the name of the King. Father usually is in charge of the day-to-day affairs of the kingdom and establish international relations solely by himself. Other than that, he's mostly a chill and goofy man who likes to joke around and try to enjoy life. He was strict in my earlier days of pre-teens, but not anymore.

But it's really important if he decides to take charge and be serious.  

"What is it?" I spoke.

"King Robert III of Eldorria was assassinated." Our mother spoke as both me and Axel let out gasps in shock.

"But King Robert III was a beloved leader amongst the Eldorrians. Who killed him?" Axel said.

"Even the greatest of the monarchs have their fall, Axel." Our mother said in a hushed tone. She paused for a moment and continued, "No one knows who assassinated him, but all we know for now, is that we're in great danger."

"Why?" We both asked in unison.

Nothing was making sense to me. King Robert III was perhaps the most beloved ruler in our continent. He did absolutely nothing that could possibly provoke any citizen to kill him. And how does his assassination, lead to us being in danger?

Our parents glanced at each other worriedly and looked at us. Our father sighed and spoke softly, "The prediction of Lilliana Wordsworth is getting closer to become a reality. The Great War might be here, knocking on our doorstep."

{REVISED}

a/n: fasten your seatbelts, cause shit's boutta get real.