Once Upon A Time// Chapter-4

Once upon a time// Chapter-4

Pairing- Polybts x reader

Summary-Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings: Duality of humans, Mistress, Y/N is a badass, Detachment issues, Cold behaviour, Strangers to enemies, Nudity, sexual jokes, talks of orgasm (nothing we don't know)

Overview: Life isn't like fairytale. You knew it the moment you reached a ripe age of nineteen. Which meant, your now a women who is in a hurry to be wed and bring prosperity and fame to your Kingdom. For this, you have readily accepted the self-groom event which requires you to select your husband out of all the potential Kings and Princes alike. But what happens when you select, not one. Not two but seven grooms? Chaos.

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"Tell them I got a disease or whatever that can spread through me. I don't want to be with that Prince." Your blabbering, annoyed as you remove your jewellery furiously.

Why should you bear the brunt of their fight? Becoming a third wheel between the Princes and the King is like signing up for death. And for what has the King chosen to put his lover into the midst of it. Now he will despise her more. Great.

"They will know your trying to get your way out of it, Princess." Anika sighs, setting the pieces of your collection with utmost care.

You brush your hair, huffing as you take a seat on the lush bed. "See, this marriage is just in name. You as well as I know that much. And as for the heir, there is still time. We can just ask Prince's lover to bear his child and let it be the future of the Kingdom. Everyone will be happy like this." You take your book, lying across your bedding, mood sour at the sudden storm heading your way.

Anika nods, sighing as she looks across the balcony. It was gloomy night, the moon being overpowered by the clouds that resembled a tragic sight to the creatures of the night.

Sleeping was difficult when all your mind could do was worry. Wrecking it for some solution was futile. No matter how much excuses you came up with, all were met with a dead-end. Next morning, the thought of Jin was replaced quickly by your work of looking into the designs. The architect had already brought in many ideas, and you just had to finalize the things and let the labourers start the process as soon as they can. Which you did, a flurry of guards and maids rushing right in as you gave your orders.

Anika was right beside you, filling you in on the works you had to do at the early hours of the dawn. You obviously couldn't do anything without her. Not even waking up, cause it was a task in itself.

Your extraordinary marriage wasn't the only thing the citizens were suspicious about. Maybe that's why the King is so hell bent on getting you to stay with them. Afterall, by doing this. The rumours would cease to exists.

Upto some extent.

"Princess," Anika slithers past the line to maids. After seemingly disappearing for some time.

"Yes?"

"Prince Jin is shifting to your inner quarters, do you want to go and greet him?" Her words make you frown, defiance clearly shining through. But in front of others, you pull a small smile of happiness. Internally cringing at the act.

You pout, "I wish I could but father-in-law gave me this work and I don't wanna upset him." Bringing a logical reason, you shake your head as if extremely sad over the thought of not meeting your not so sweet husband.

"Princess, you can go and check on the eldest Prince. I will look into this matter," The architect named Robert smiles at you, much to your annoyance.

"You don't have to, this is my duty. I don't—

"I bet a few minutes of absence won't bring a bad name to your reputation. Your maid could look after you, making sure the work moves smoothly." You clicked your tongue, clearly annoyed but it wasn't like the man would back off. He was too sweet. You hated it.

You turned away, giving a tight smile to Anika who gives you a pity look. Not that you want one. But you accept, moving away as the maids scurry behind you but you stop them with a flick of your hand. You need privacy and some time to collect your thoughts. God knows how much you have to put up an act of happy wife. Atleast in absence, you can let go and be at ease.

Rushing through the grand walls, you huff. Can't he wait to shift? Like from when he came out to be a filial son. You atleast expected something more from his side but guess, Jin is full of surprises.

As soon as you enter your inner quarters, your horrified to be met with the sight of a naked Jin who is busy fucking that maid. Again. But fuck he was doing the unholy ON YOUR PRECIOUS BED. His growls and her moans are so loud that your eyes twitch into rage. Oh Lord, give you strength for your this close to carry out a full-fledged murder. Judging by how engrossed they are in kissing, they haven't seen you yet. Let's change that. You look sideways, taking the jug of the cool water resting right across the table and throw it on them. As noises of the water splashing and their gasps became music to your ears, until you heard a groan of pain and 'Are you okay?'

In your rage, you didn't know that you flicked the jug right on Jin's head. Are you guilty. Nope. Quite happy to knock some damn sense inside his thick head. Perhaps, the Prince can only think from his dick. You ought to change that. Bitch thought he could ruin your sheets with his unholy fluids and you will let him get away with it.

Jin rolls away from the maid, clutching his head as the women scrambles to cover herself in your presence. You laughed, he really thought to get on your nerves by fucking in your room. That's why he was so eager to shift here.

"Now, take those sheets and burn them alongside the bed." You growl, looking straight at the maid who flinches at your tone.

You don't feel sympathy for her, why should you when she is the one who is equally partaking in that man's stupid ideas.

Jin, through his pain manages to send a glare at your way. "You tried to kill the Prince, how dare you?"

Ignoring him, you continue to stare at his women who tries to hide behind him. You smirk, mockery clear. Shyness doesn't suit this women, especially not when she is getting dicked down right inside your room, in your bed and on your sheets. You can't tolerate how he is constantly trying to get on your nerves. Does he want you to be jealous? Or does he wants you to know that he is taken, despite his marriage to you. Either way, your not into playing games with him so taking another jug of water, you throw it right across his face. You watch Jin gasping, the sudden water splash forcing him to gulp the water which in turn causes him to cough uncontrollably.

"Prince, your too drunk. See this is my room, so can you take your bitch away or do I have to throw her out. Naked." You sneer, a warning in your tone that has the women scrambling on her feet.

She was out quicker than you thought. You watch as Jin stands up, not even having the decency to cover up in front of you. His dark eyes reel you in, a rage similar to yours shimmering inside. He is waiting, no challenging you to again defy him and watch as he punishes you for your act. You couldn't ignore the way he flexes his muscles, the training giving him an added air of confidence.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff at him. "I guess, no one taught you what modesty is?"

Jin scoffs, "You wish. Unlike you, I am much better."

"Yeah yeah, take your two inch size away. I don't know how could she scream with this small size, guess she is a naive women yet to explore the Amazon." You give a disgusting look, even as Jin's eyes widen at your words. And if you weren't so mad, you might have toned it down a little.

"The audacity of you calling my thing small," He growls, making you chuckle in mockery.

You smirk, "Don't be sad, Just find a man with big size to show you or her as to how exactly it feels to be full." His eyes harden at your blatant disregard of his sexuality. Taking long strides, he reaches for you but before he can even reach you. Your flinging your dagger hidden beneath your robes, pushing the tip right across his heart. Warning him from further pursuing you.

His jaw hardens, promises of eternal hell dripping from his eyes that makes you take a tentative step ahead, the edge of the dagger penetrating his skin. Enough to hurt, but not enough to draw blood.

"One of many reasons to have you executed." His poisoned words held a promise that had your stomach dropping ever so slightly. But your neutral facade hides it all. You know he can't kill you yet, your way too important and you know your worth.

Heck, the entire Kingdom is aware of that.

You sneer at him, "Careful, I can hold grudges far longer than your pathetic life. If I die, your Kingdom is done and if you die, nothing happens. Your other six brothers will entertain the throne in your absence." Your words do nothing but fuel the fire raging in front of you.

In a swift moment, the dagger is thrown away from your hands, as calloused fingers wrap against your wrist. Twisting you around in an iron grip, the abrupt action getting you off guard. A yelp escapes the confines of your lips and He presses, hard, making you wince. His hot breath fans the shell of your ear as you shiver at the odd angle of proximity. "Careful with your words, I can slit your tongue for such insolence." Judging by how ragged his breathing is, you know he is angry. Heck furious even, you have managed to push his buttons.

Your body stiffens, knowing well that his naked hardness is pressed against your precious clothes and that only serves to flare up your anger. His bitch's disgusting fluid is touching your priceless clothes. "Shameless bastard, stay away from me."

Jin's smirks, pushing himself more against you. Making you feel disgusted with him, unlike you he is enjoying. Now that he has you squirming. "I am your husband, what is wrong if I want to be shameless with my wife." His words make you scoff, heaving, you yank your hand in the opposite direction. Successfully releasing it from his death iron-like grip. Pushing up, you grip his hair. Pulling hard as you make sure he feels every bit of the pain.

He growls, loosening his grip on you as you jump away as if burned by his touch. "Fucking asshole. Dog. Shameless animal," You curse him, stringing many colourful words. It only seems to worsen as your angry shouts coax the maids to rush in while you scream orders of preparing a bath and changing out of this clothes.

For others, it might look like a simple feud but for you, it was war.

From then on, You and Jin constantly fought. Acting all happy outside while plotting each other's demise in the most subtle way possible. On many occasions you added extra chilli in his food and enjoyed the way he spluttered. Glaring at you as he gulped gallons of water. While on other occasions, he kicked you purposely while hogging the whole bed. Much to your annoyance.

Fucking bitch.

Occasionally daggers would be used too, considering how you two clutched some nor the other weapon as a mark of safety, making sure the other knows you have one.

You watched as Jin looks warily to the food you brought to his side, it was rice pudding decorated with dry fruits. It made him cringe at the effort. Knowing well, the intentions were totally opposite. He can't help but twitch his eyes, suppressing his rage in front of the maids that assist you wherever you go.

"Should I call —," You proposed, taking his lover's name, much to his dismay.

You very well know he visits her everyday, painstakingly avoiding everyone to escape the confines of the duties that bind him to you. Though your yet to know about how has this Prince gotten into the arms of a frail lady. What was their story? Like a reader, obsessed with forbidden love. You try to heed in the gossips of the maids who have nothing but disdain and insults for the mistress. Right, Mistress was what others called her. She had a seperate room, away from the maids but not exactly doused in luxury. The King is very strict on them, even on Yoongi whose lover you don't even know about. Heck you haven't even heard about her or much less seen her?

As if she is invisible. Non-existent to this world.

Beside you, Anika is contemplating whether to flee or watch your silent battle, that to others might look like a lovely gaze but to her, was a poisonous glint filled with motives. You were upto something and she knew it was anything but good.

It was hard. Especially when you went to sleep with a small dagger hidden beneath your robes. It scared her, so much that she stood outside on guard. Her ears trying to pick up any sound of weapons slashing but so far no luck. It isn't like she is waiting for some blood bath in there but neither is she waiting for some romance cause according to you, it's impossible.

"I am not hungry," His lips twitched, as he bit it hard. Almost to the point of drawing blood.

You pout, "Is that so? Will your lover's presence help you to get hungry. I mean, whatever makes my husband happy. I am not a jealous women," you chuckled awkwardly, successfully pulling an act of a women whose husband betrays her and so the pity look of the maids was an added reward to your attempt.

Success.

Then only, the maid enters. The same women whose slender figure makes you sympathise with her. Poor lady, if Jin crushes her. She is long gone. In your Kingdom, such ladies are mostly called as Thin branch. Not that you wanna comment on her weight, but you pity her nonetheless. She has that pure pale skin, giving her a look of vampires who would never wander into the bright dawn. "Prince, I made this for you."

Jin's eyes light up, as you internally chuckle at the naive birdie whose neck is gonna be crushed soon. "Oh dear, you could have just called me. I would have come? What did you make, I am hungry?" He especially says the last word to you, a shit-eating grin thrown at your way.

One that you do not respond to.

It's ironic that he thinks he got the upper hand. Your just trying to ignore his acts, that infuriates you. If the King got to know about his mistress entering inside your room without permission and even if he got to know as to how his precious son is into exhibitionism. Enjoying having sex right in front of his namesake wife. It excites you, the drama would be worth watching but you can't do it right now.

Not yet.

You got too much work to even start a drama, much less enjoy it. But in future, there might be one. Who knows.

Looking back at the two pigs, you try to ignore their display of affection, but it wasn't long before you hear a scream and 'This is so bitter' from Jin which makes you crack up. You might or might not have seen her making something for Jin and might or might not have added a bowl of salt.

You look up to see him seething, but it wasn't directed at her but you. Oh, of course he had that much trust on her to know that she would never do such thing. It has to be you. Quite a show, you were hoping for some couple fight. There goes your entertainment.

"Everyone leave, I need to speak to her." He points at you, the harsh tone being anything but scary.

You could sense Anika's worried look, as she moves out with the other maids. It wasn't long before the doors were closed and a defeating sigh leaves your lips. Ignoring his eyes that shoots dagger, you plop down on the bed. Waiting for his rant, which will begin anytime soon.

"I should have never shown sympathy to you, women like you deserve to just rot in hell." His words, were more grave this time. Like a ticking bomb, he bursts. Like a molten lava, his voice screeched your ears with how loud he was. And his eyes, filled with malice told you that he was so done. His gaze was like a heavy weight that assessed your worth to a lowly being. It wasn't something you expected but judging the tone of his words had you look at him, your face hardening ever so lightly. Jin laughs. A mocking one at that. "Did I hit a nerve? You know what, I think you should face reality. It's not bravery to marry seven and it's certainly not okay to strip others of their life at your expense. No one owes you a damn thing here, all that you bring is your wealth and your connections which isn't even yours. It belongs to your father, not his spoilt daughter who only brought shame to her family."

You listen, not speaking but neither heeding his words. You want to speak, rebuke him of how much coward he is to show up to your ceremony. Just to save his face, so that his people won't call him a coward. What lover doesn't even fight until the end? In reality, he is just another weak man looking for validation in others eyes. Seeking a little glory, a little acceptance of his capability. But you don't comment or lash out, why should you care?

His life is none of your concern.

When he doesn't speak further, you raise an eyebrow. "Are you done, My Prince? Now, can I go." Your icy words are like the same splash of cold water you graced him with. But now, it was more pointed. Rigid and terrifying in its intensity. Not waiting for his reply, you slither out. Leaving him no crumbs to pick up on.

Jin furrows his eyebrow, he thought he would get a fight from you. Anything but empty eyes and a hardened look that gave nothing away.

From then on, days passed much slower than he wished it did. You hardly talked to him, it was as if no matter what he did. He couldn't get a reaction out of you, even kicking you out of bed got him nothing but a smack. But words, that you cussed at his blatant disregard of you wasn't there.

During evenings, he would come across you. Sometimes lounging across the lake with a couple of maids, while you played with the strand of your hair. Seemingly lost in reading a book.

He hates it. He hates how you have brought a newfound curiosity in him. His mind is filled with doubts, about what is your motive behind this? Why did you help his dad, much less marry them which in itself is a big taboo. Your that cruel and cold royalty that hides behind those steel looks. Mystery, that's what your name should have been.

But the peace that comes with your silence is rewarding.

"This is boring," Hoseok grumbles, snatching the papers that Yoongi has carefully placed.

Yoongi snaps, "Well, just by seeing it your bored. Here, I have to do it every fucking day."

They all were couped up into Namjoon's room, a tray of sweets and tea carelessly disregarded while they drown themselves into wine. The work of the palace was taking a toll, and with their relentless father who wants quick results. It was hell. Which meant, less sleep and more work. The stress reliever being this liquor that would make him forget, for once, that he needs rest. From everything.

"I heard, that Y/n and you are fighting a lot." Jimin, chugs down the wine's contents like it was plain water.

Jin glares, scoffing at the mention. "You bet."

Hoseok hums, smiling sweetly "I also heard that you actually fucked Irene on her bed, If It was me. You would have been ten feet under the ground."

Jungkook splutters, coughing at the revelation of his acts. He was young, and so it was only fair that all of them glared at Hoseok who just shrugs in response.

Patting his brother's back, Taehyung sighs. "See, you should stop pushing her buttons brother. I earlier heard that the Princess ordered the guards to burn the bed, her sheets and even her clothes. Like, what are you two doing in there?"

He winces, the accusing tone not helping either.

"Stop it, we are here to relax. Not talk about her," Namjoon shouts, his mood being worse than others.

Jimin pouts, "But she is our wife, it isn't fair that Jin gets to sleep with her while we don't even get to see her."

Hoseok gasps, "Exactly, my words Jiminie. I don't even feel like I am married, like aren't we supposed to feel married or is it different."

Jin groans, wanting to smash his head on the walls.

He ignores their bickering, not interested at all. As the eldest Prince, if there was anyone who had to suffer more then it was him. Marriage. Such a big change but for him, it wasn't. Irene wasn't happy when she saw him with a wife. Much less a princess, who was way too high for her likes. She had him known at instant, her anger was justified but he couldn't do anything but whisper promises of eternity.

Irene was his childhood sweetheart. One with whom he played, whilst being neglected by his own father. He found comfort in her, she didn't judge him nor did she call him like others, a Prince. From day one, he was just Jin to her. Striped bare, without any title or status to govern him. That simplicity of hers is what attracts him, she never asks for any gifts. Unlike others who tell him that she is but a waste of time, even his father thinks she is a trap. A mistress who is nowhere as important as a Queen.

'A Kingdom doesn't run on love, you need power and that is where the Queen comes.' His words are loud and clear, but so is his.

You. The one who is the problem. You who he can't get rid of. He hates you. Hates how you know damn well that he can't kill you. Not when your kingdom's connections are strengthening, providing them with advantages they could only dream of. Your infuriating with that attitude and demeanor with which you assess him, as if declining his worth lower than your bejeweled feet.

God, he had only heard about your beauty. If only he had known about your nasty attitude, he would have rather be disregarded by his own father than go to that ceremony.

In that arena, you were absolutely enjoying. He could see in it your damn face, feel it how you enjoyed the power that you had over all the spectators vying for you. And it only stings when he knows, that you were already set on them. And yet you didn't had the decency to stop the ceremony and announce the results. Instead, you played with the hearts of many. Making them fight for you, heck even he was having a hard time.

Your interrogation was another game, he recalls how his brothers were left speechless by your shamelessness. You had no, absolutely no right to walk like that in that dress. Like some temptress that had suddenly decided to play, the sway of your hips and your eyes fluttering in innocence; was like a slap. Even Kamasutra would be put to shame in front of your acts, after all no one is as dangerous as a women who knows how to seduce.

"She is dangerous." His words leave them confused. Their chatter halting, as they stare at their eldest with confusion.

"Who? Y/n" Namjoon interjects, as the others silently watch the two exchange a brief glance of acknowledgement.

He clears his throat, "She can't suddenly decide to help the King, just because he asked her to. She could have had anybody lying down for her, but she chose this. Of course, there's an ulterior motive. You think, a women with that attitude will let any man have her. Before that, she had rather claw his heart out. Rip his eyes and throw him to the wolves or better, cut his dick for even thinking of a future."

Jungkook and taehyung alongside Jimin gasps as Namjoon shouts 'language' but he rolls his eyes. Not caring and not giving a damn. His brothers are not some babbling kids in front of whom he can't even take a man's important part's name.

"Yes, dick that is used to fuck." Yoongi grumbles, as Hoseok chuckles. Amused at the situation.

"You guys." Namjoon shakes his head, deciding to let this go for now. Everyone is stressed, and they don't need a teacher to see their language.

And by the way Jin is glaring, he knows. "Now, does anyone has any idea as to what treasure we have that the Princess of light might want to possess." His voice drips in sarcasm, as everyone share a look.

"Certainly not wealth. Not that she has any shortage of that," Taehyung mumbles quietly, as they nod.

It was a fact.

"Does she want revenge?" Jimin raises an eyebrow, to which Namjoon tuts. Not at all pleased.

"No, as far as our history is concerned. No harm was done from our side, you would have known if you had taken your classes seriously." Namjoon shoots Jimin a look, who in return sends a sheepish smile. Not at all hiding that he did skip them.

"I don't know, why don't we just ask her?" Yoongi snaps, scratching his head with a tired look. He is done with today's shit and all he needs is sleep. Not a puzzle about that women.

Hoseok mocks, "Yeah, she will kick your ass so how about not?" To which Yoongi shoots a glare.

He groans, "Silence. Everyone. How about we send someone to bring information, maybe that will help in knowing exactly what conspired this events."

Namjoon shoots up, hopeful to the idea. "Yeah, that's a wonderful idea brother."

And that's how they all gathered, laying down the plan while deciding on sending their top soldiers in disguise. After completing the meeting, Jin leaves for the inner quarters. Suddenly feeling much lighter than he did a few days ago. Now, all he has to do is wait.

Humming a tune, you walk around the large library. Searching for a book that might entertain your boring life in the palace. The renovation work was on full swing, though what you hated the most was how much less time you had. The previous book was good, but it didn't interest you that much. It's a shame that the erotic books that you generally like aren't even here.

Instead, all you come across is a bunch of pirates book. Full of adventures and loots. Hardly there's an author in the land that might fulfill your fantasy. Except one, a women named Desire. Strange name but not that it was her real name, it signifies what her books give. She is famous for such writings, forbidden romance was popular and God did you love her writings. Not only she let's the women decide their fate, but she also lets them shamelessly give in to temptation.

For the society, it's a sin and a poison. That's why, she is mostly hidden, her readers too hidden like her. Not wishing abandonment from the society or worse, execution. But considering her popularity, book sellers discreetly go on with it. Though condition of absolute secrecy is something not to be taken lightly. You always send Anika for bringing such books, after all you don't trust anyone to not give you out.

Your absolute favourite is the dom and sub dynamics. It's hot when you see her characters dominate men on bed, leaving them to a whining mess. Even though a virgin, you have your own adventures with sex. You might or might not have tried to touch yourself, yes while reading a steamy scene which leaves you panting for more. Your clit twitching as your mind registers the excitement coursing through your veins, and the next second your touching yourself but no matter what you do. You can't masturbate, the books say that climax or simply orgasm should feel like bliss. But your too much of a coward, the tight knot in your lower region and the wild shaking of your legs makes it too much to continue.

And so, instead of relieving yourself. You take a very cold bath.

After a long search of a book, you come across a fantasy novel about Queen's mates. It looks like a werewolf story which shocks you. How could this be in the library, who would even read this. And why was it even brought in here.

Who cares. It isn't like your interested to know. All humans have urges and so tucking the book in the safety of your dress, you hurry back to your room.

"Princess," You look sideways, finding the owner of the voice.

You smile, relieved to see that the teasing tone was not of a stranger. On the contrary, he is very much familiar to the likes of you. "To what do I owe this pleasure, My Prince."

He smiles brightly, coercing your own smile to equal it. "I thought I would hardly see you, considering how much your busy with my brother."

You snort, as if the idea was amusing. "Busy with responsibilities, you mean."

He narrows his eyes, playfully. "I see, so how about I entertain you in your free time?"

You raise an eyebrow, curious at his blatant flirting. "Prince Hoseok, I have been assigned to your elder brother. You will have to wait for your time."

Hoseok grins, "Brother Seokjin was assigned to stay with you for a duration of three months. The King never did say that you didn't have any permission to spend your time with your other husband."

You internally grimace at his choice of words. "Okay, but no promises. "

To which he nods, taking your hand and planting an abrupt kiss "I will meet you, until then Princess."

Outside, the orange gold stretches far and wide, signifying the setting sun in like to the colour of fire. It is but the reflection of the dawn, the promise of the rising sun that comes after the velvety night has had its say and the land has rested once more.

Silence befalls, as you slither inside your room. Your mind occupied by a certain Prince.

Keeping the book across the wooden table, you shake your head. Suddenly bothered by the wetness between your legs. You completely forgot about it. Certainly a certain Prince had to do something with it. His offer was strange, but you couldn't bring yourself to say no. Perhaps bonding with them will help quell the anger of the other Princes, giving you an advantage. But first you have to take care of this problem. It was uncomfortable and so in order to relieve yourself. You decide to take a cold bath.

Calling a few maids, you tell them to prepare everything while you go inside.

Jin enters the inner quarters while your blissfully ignorant. He looks around, eyes furrowing when he sees your personal maid standing right near the bathing area. Sensing his gaze, she bows her head in greeting.

"Princess is taking a bath." She speaks before he even questions. No doubt, curious as to who takes a bath at this time.

He nods, not caring as Jin plops down on the bed. But something, catches his attention. A book. Ah, he has seen you enough times to know how much you read. Wondering what exactly is so exciting in politics and warfare books. He was even on the conclusion of you being a psycho creep who enjoys torturing others.

Taking the book, he looks at the cover. 'Queen's mates' Now this is no politics book. He smirks, you enjoy fantasy. Quite opposite of your attitude, he must say.

Flipping the book open, he is met with warning. Doused in red. 'This book contains full fledged erotica so if your not comfortable then don't read. If you don't like women dominating men on bed, or if your ego is fragile or if you don't like threesome or in general hot and forbidden sex that makes you all hot and bothered then I suggest. You take a leave. Thank you. I love you, my horny readers.'

His eyes widen, the what.

"Holy—" He clamps his mouth shut, as your maid gives him a look. Clearing his throat, Jin closes the book. No longer interested in your little adventures. But never in his wildest dreams, could he think of you reading this. And to think, that all the time you have been reading some nor the other books of sex is horrifying. He has even seen you reading outside, surrounded by maids. Actual people who can catch you but judging by how neutral resting bitch face you have. No one would suspect a damn thing.

The realisation has him smirking. Now he will get you back and make you dance on his whim. Oh he can't wait to see your mighty attitude crumbling in utter shame and embarassment.

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Once upon a time - Chap 1

Pairing- Polybts x Reader

Summary- Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings- Toxic behaviour, Power Play, Insecurities, Gender inequality, reverse harem, angst, depression, sexual assault, Kidnapping, dom/sub dynamics, obsessive tendency, jealousy, possesive behaviour, minor character death, Nudity, Anxiety, Emotional and Physical abuse, gaslighting, Eventual smut, arranged marriage au, Historical Fanfiction, poverty, hate/comfort, fluff, gender-roles swapped, Pet play, Mistress, Master, Dominance, Slight Yandere, rough handling.

Genre- Historical Fanfiction.

A/N - I hope you all enjoy this new series. This one was something that I had a thought. More like a small imagination that I wished to pen down and so here it is. Buckle up your seatbelts, we are in for a bumpy ride so-

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Amidst the sprawling dessert of Nikhali, you stood just across the beautiful Palace of illusions.

Decked up in red and a sparkling gold, resplendent like the sun that grinned coyly at you. Rays shimmered and drums rolled, pumping the hearts with a vigor; for unruly was this event of a lifetime.

One by one, passing through the line of the prosperous Kings lined up for the swayamvara. You refused to indulge anyone, seduction being an art you do not condon.

"Admired by the Kings, and yet the celestial beauty refuses to much less glance their way." Your maid-in-waiting ushers you to the next suitor, causing a slow ripel to the silence.

Swayamvara, a self-selection event where royal women get to choose and the men, compete to win her heart. May it be fighting or using wisdom to woo the heart of the lady. You, the Princess of the Kingdom of light are very much into the prime of her youth.

Entering the age of nineteen did open the doors of marriage proposals from all around the corners of the world.

You smile, eyeing the man that glimmers in rubies. Moving away, you speak "Beauty causes wars, it's a curse to be one."

"It's not when history pens you in golden words," The maid steps close, as the next Prince, who, by his nervous composure fails to amuse you.

It was boring, mind calculating at milliseconds, weighing the options being hard when all men had something that entices you "It looks as if he is more scared than the bride here."

Your maid's chuckle, entertaining the thought. "Earlier, he fell into the pond. Poor Prince."

You smile, the illusionary palace was crafted in mysterious ways. In avoiding the crystal clear water, he might have trudged along the other path. The carefully selected carpet made him a fool, beneath it being the pond made in jest to see whether the suitors were prepared or not.

"Stop laughing in his misery, the poor guy is already scared." You hush the onslaught of taunts, strewn across his neck like a chain of iron.

Behind you, the arena grumbled with the war cry of the two Kings. A sight for the citizens, the constant collision of swords now being a graveyard for the ones who watched in bated breath. Across the high stairs, stood your family. Regal and composed, eyeing every minuscule change in perfect serenity.

"I have personally crafted this piece, may the Princess accept it and let it be a part of her glory." Adam holds a sparkling necklace that makes you laugh in dirge.

You eye the piece, somewhere knowing its a trap. The sooner your skin touches it, the closer he will be to winning. "We will see,"

You move ahead, as a figure towers you. Not being fazed, you look up. Gaze falling on his gold robes, a perfect V line further elaborating the well-defined chest that swoons a lady with his power. He was pure muscle, giving off an aura that subdued your coldness to the point of melting.

"Lady," His tongue rolls, like a music wrapped in velvet. "A pleasure to meet you."

You nod to the Prince who gives a respectful bow, letting his knees touch the ground which is unusual for the customs of inequality frowning upon the obvious attempt. A man's ego is too vast to be anywhere below its counterpart. "Who is he?"

You whisper, not looking anywhere but him.

"The elder Prince of the Sun Kingdom. Kim Namjoon." You nod, squinting your eyes, only to quickly get back to your defiant look.

Namjoon gives you a sweet smile, his dimples enhancing his overall persona. What an absolute treat to the eyes.

"Don't you think by going down you have disrespected the rules of the society?" Your voice is cold, with no hint of amusement flickering in your eyes. In all seriousness, the tense atmosphere has now driven close. The arena behind you was silent, as the change of attention brought you to the centre.

Namjoon gets up, not reacting to your accusing tone, instead, he smiles. "To weigh respect based on gender is not something I believe in."

"So by bowing down, you accept my superiority?"

He shakes his head, "To respect a lady is not a show of superiority but a humble attempt to let you and the people know that you are not a trophy to be won." His words made you laugh, what a wise choice.

Your heart might be moved but it was the mind that resembles a creature on the hunt.

"Sweet words but not all clouds that thunder rains," You give him a clipped smile, moving to the next man.

If the previous one was handsome, the next one was no less than a beauty incarnate. The perfect proportion of his eyes and the plump lips could have deprived you of composure, if not for the crowd watching your move like a hawk.

"Prince Jin, Firstborn and the next King of the Sun Kingdom." You purse your lips, eyeing the man that tucks his head down in a curt manner.

Accepting his greetings, you eye his purple robes of exquisite royalty. "Do you think women's job is to only be in the kitchen and give birth to a boy?"

Jin purses his lips as if taking a moment to grasp the words. "No, not only she is to be present in every offering to the Gods but she also has a right to be a part of her husband's decision and also be the one who guides him and his family to greater heights of prosperity."

You hum, pinning him in a conspicuous look of swirling mirth.

Strength, Knowledge, Beauty, wisdom, discipline, truth, sympathy and an innate aura to be impartial in decision-making and be calm in face of the most troubling thoughts were what you were looking for. The number of times your family has called you out on the delusional traits, saying you were asking for too much was exhausting.

But a woman is allowed to dream, to hope and channel her expectations on the future.

One decision changes it all.

"So do you know cooking?" To which, Jin nods. Surprising you a little, but, you hold your ground.

You pass along, as the maid hurries to match your steps. "Jin is perfect, or might I add all the Princes of the Sun are?"

Gingerly, you tuck the tendrils of your jasmine-perfumed hair spun in a braid of ornamental decorations behind your ear. The sudden move inciting your ringlets of bangles to drop across your porcelain skin in chaotic madness. While a certain sunshine rains on you. Smiling brightly at your presence, he takes your hand. Planting a chaste kiss, you shiver. "Hoseok. Third Prince of the-

"Sun Kingdom." You complete, even though they all are brothers. Their acts and their actions were different, if not melodic to the ears.

He nods, in no hurry to let your hand go. "Your hands are cold." Squeezing your hand, he acts as if transferring the warmth straight to your heart.

It was if the questions that were ready to be bombarded on him was all in all lost into his crystal clear eyes. You blush, feeling shy at his care that had your heart speed up.

You hum, smiling at him as you pass to the next suitor.

Oh My.

"Don't you think sitting in front of the Princess is rude?" Your maid chides the man who sits on his allotted throne, taking a look at you, he hums as if approving you.

You stifle your need to roll your eyes, "Even the Sun Kingdom has its version of the solar eclipse." You mutter, as your maid chuckles at your choice of words.

"No, more like the icy mountains of the Himalayas. He is cold."

You nod, eyeing the man that groans. And stands up, once he concludes that you're not going away. Not until he starts talking.

"Nice to meet you, Princess." He speaks, voice strained in what you called reluctance.

His pale skin stood in constant battle with his very cold and calculating eyes of his. Like two globs of the ocean, representing the Marianna trench. Who knows what's beneath the darkened waters? Blessed with beauty, all are but looks could be deceiving.

"Name?" You ask him, as he replies with a flat tone. "Yoongi," you call as if testing the essence.

Yoongi blinks, annoyed as you stand. Eyes raking over his form, taking your own sweet time. "Do you think a man should be loyal to only one woman?"

"It's his choice but If you want my answer, then yes I am a one-woman man." Yoongi grins, seeing right through your jumble of words.

"Royal men see marriage as a political alliance, so can that be true in the case of royal women?"

Yoongi takes a moment to reply. "It's her choice, who am I judge?

You click your tongue, moving along as your maid huffs as if not pleased by the whole ordeal. "Why the long face, Anika?"

She groans, "All options are delectable, how are you holding?"

You smile, knowing where she is getting at. Frankly, you're like any woman. Weak for the handsome men that filled your palace grounds. You even would have given your heart a thousand times over, if not for seeing what lies under. Intentions, Kingdom and alliance- all are to be taken into consideration and as a woman, you want someone who will bring this to the table and deem you as an equal.

Not to mention the sidelong glances of the Princes whose lust overpowers their logic was now getting hard to reject.

"Let's not go there," You take a deep breath, gathering the expensive fabric of your dress, adorned and embroidered extensively in golden pleats of coils, as you steal some of its zeal to reduce the qualm presided by the event.

Opposite you, a man of innocent beauty chuckles. "At your service, Princess."

His voice was laced with flirt, picking or not was a choice but who were you to deny? "Jimin. Sun Kingdom," Your maid cuts in short, too tired of dragging the same sentence over and out.

You smile, lips pursed apologetically "Do you have any mistress?"

The bold statement, had the maid gasp beside you. Deeming it too early for something like that, which you ignore. Brushing the glance with a tight-lipped smile.

Jimin drags the silence, painfully slow. Biting his lips, your eyes wander to the same before quickly taking his eyes that flicker in amorous delight. "Have. Are you sad, perhaps jealous?"

You scoff at his choice of words, "A Mistress is a whore, a Queen is equal."

Passing through him, you fail to notice his eyes that darken at the sight of your dress that hugged your body in all the right places. If sin had a human name, then that would be you. Jimin chuckles. Your answer has caught him with an innate desire to have you.

Your answer was clear, there was no comparison between a mistress and a Queen.

The evening sun drags out, as the servants head in to distribute the suitors and the on-lookers with much-needed relief- a drink, some fruits and a sweetened dish. The Kings are awaiting, the Princes are sparring- mace, sword, arrow and bow being constantly asked for.

"How many are remaining?" You heave a sigh, looking behind to catch a wink from the King who had defeated the neighbourhood Prince in a match.

His body was sleek in sweat, muscles rippling as he showcased his strength. Eyes boring into you, snapping your attention back. You groan, how much more you have to tolerate. "Just two more, Taehyung and Jungkook of the Sun Kingdom."

You hum, going towards the said name.

He was breathtaking, his face as if carved by the Gods himself. Taking your hand, he plants a kiss on it and you swear, you swooned. His gaze was trapping you like a sail stuck in an ocean. "Prince Taehyung?"

He nods, his lips ghosting your flesh as he takes a step back. "A pleasure to meet you, My lady."

You nod, attention dragging towards his robes. How will it be to undress him?

Shaking your head, you ask. "So, are you here for a political alliance?"

Taehyung chuckles, "It's nowhere as important as you,"

Oh, he has a great way with words.

Your mind hums, as your heart drums. You nod, taking your leave as the next man comes into your view.

"Jungkook. Youngest of all the seven," Your maid speaks, a little louder, as the man nods in agreement.

"Nice to meet you, Princess." He bows ninety degrees, as you nod at him.

"Do you think satisfying a man in bed is only a women's task?" His face flushes, as your maid gasps at your question. Doing a retake to check whether her ears are ringing or not. But seeing Jungkook's red cheeks, she knew you were the culprit.

Getting over his obvious shock, Jungkook stares at you. "Satisfying you won't be a task, My lady. Trust me."

Now it was your turn to look at him, seemingly taken aback by his words.

Your maid laughs out loud, as you brush her off. Going away from the seven princes who seemingly watch your swan-like gait in part lust and part want.

If your parents thought you were done with your choice, then they were in for a surprise. You made a list of your desired Prince- a long one at that and made them fight among themselves. It was a sight to behold, the war cry clashing like thunder awaiting a doom-like rainstorm.

They fought, hither and thither. Left and right, defending and attacking.

At the end, they gave up. Letting the winners step up.

Your father smiles, "The remaining seven could fight among themselves, we want one winner."

Seated on the lush throne, you listened to all the gossip your mother shared with your sisters, if not that, the servants weren't much keen on the fight. Their attention was rather on the latest rumour flying across the palace.

Jin wipes the sweat off of his forehead, "Sorry, My King. But I won't raise a sword on my brothers."

You raise an eyebrow, as your father chuckles. "And why is that?"

For this, Namjoon steps up. "As a brother, my responsibility is to protect them. Not put them in harm in any way, I may be a warrior but I do draw lines when necessary. My morals won't allow it."

When all the seven princes had the same say, your father glanced at you.

Telling you to choose, right now.

Standing, you briskly walk up to him. "I choose all of them."

You watch as all the seven princes' eyes widen at your choice. The traits that you're looking for in your husband are present in all of them, if not one. So why not have all of them? But the question is if they refuse then you have to turn up and choose Adam. Other than the Sun Kingdom, if any other King is worthy of an alliance from the Light Kingdom then it's him.

Your parents have made sure you remember his face.

"If they agree, this alliance is fixed. If they don't, then they can very well go back to their Kingdom." You further elaborate, as your gaze sharpens in like to a hilt of a sword in quest of flesh, even as you gingerly tuck your veil in act of newlyweds.

While the whole arena falls into a deadly silence.

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