“The crown princess isn’t in her chambers!” A maid had announced. “What do you mean she is not in her chambers?” Another exclaimed. They soon went in—only to see an empty bed and an open window. Everyone at the palace started panicking. Maids ran through vast, endless halls. Royal guards reviewed every single surveillance camera. Palace butlers had to double check everything. They searched everywhere. The library. The courtyard. Even the stables where her highness was usually seen with combing her horse. There was no sign of her. Somewhere within the palace hallways was Park Chaeyoung, AKA Rosie, the King’s secretary, who was on her phone. Briskwalking as she passed through countless panicking royal employees. “Excuse me” “Pardon me” “Coming through!” Park Chaeyoung managed to contact someone from the Royal Security Bureau who is capable of help with regards to this matter. She then arrived at her destination. “Ms. Park, are you going to tell his majesty?" No reply from the secretary. Instead she took a deep breath. And entered the halls of the palace that descended into chaos. The throne room stretched endlessly beneath a vaulted ceiling painting. Marble pillars lined either side of a crimson carpet. With an ornate golden throne rested beneath the royal crest. Underneath, the King was already massaging his temples. Today was the day the crown princess was to meet the person she was expected to marry–a royal from a neighboring kingdom. A union arranged not for love. But for diplomacy. One that promised peace between two nations and secured the future of the crown. And now, she was nowhere to be seen. One of the guards knelt in front of him and had informed his majesty of the sudden disappearance of the crown princess. “What do you mean she’s missing?!” The King snapped. Everyone had their eyes closed bracing for what’s about to come. All because of the crown princess. The rightful heir to ascend the throne. Is acting the complete opposite of everything royal etiquette demanded. The greatest source of His Majesty's never-ending headaches. The prime minister along with other members of parliament had their heads down. “Is there anyone even capable of finding her?!” He shouted. His voice echoed across palace halls. “I demand someone to look for her this instant!” Chaeyoung walked over to his majesty. “Your majesty, I might have referred someone that may help you with the princess,” Chaeyoung whispered. He was about to raise his arm in disappointment to dismiss the royal secretary’s suggestion when… The throne room’s doors flung open. Revealing a tall woman–In a suit. Walking from the entrance of the throne room. With her shoes echoing against polished stone. Along with palace guards who escorted her. The moment she reached the front, she knelt on one knee–bowing in front of the King. “Your Majesty. Captain Lalisa Manoban of the Royal Security Bureau. Reporting as ordered.” At the sound of the familiar voice, his majesty's stern expression softened, a faint smile gracing his lips. Because little did anyone know, the one destined to marry the crown princess had been standing before them all along, hidden beneath the Royal Security Bureau’s uniform. [Thoughts? Part 2?] #Jenlisa #jenlisa_story #jenlisaau #jenlisaauthor - @jnkadmr