IntoEternity - Part I

Into Eternity - Part I

             Today was the day you had been dreading for months. It was your wedding day. The day your parents had been waiting for many years to come. Finally, you had a use. You’d been an ill child, constantly being sick and unable to help out on the farm. The only reason you’d been saved was because of your beauty. The King and Queen knew you’d look perfect on the arm of their son, Jimin.

           The Prince was beautiful, of this there was no doubt. He had an elegance that many sought after. Your parents had fallen to the King and Queen’s feet, telling them that they’d make sure to raise you so you were worthy of someone like the crowned prince.

             No expense was spared today. Gold fibers had been woven into your hair. Your bodice was laced tightly and you found it difficult to breathe. However, there was no sympathy from your ladies in waiting.

             “Can you suck in a little more dear? The Prince should be able to fit his arms around you… Hopefully,” she breathed, looking around at the other women in the room like they were all sharing a similar thought. It left a sour taste in your mouth at how easily insults came off their tongues here, but you tried your best to breathe in more.

             “You’ve got a decent face, but the Princess of Ivarsted was much more regal if you ask me,” another woman that was preparing your skirts commented.

             The insults wore on as the day progressed. Your face was done up and you were put into your shoes for the night. You winced in discomfort at the jewels that scraped against your fragile skin, but you remained silent. Any complaining would be fruitless to you at this point, if anything it would damage you. It wasn’t worth it; no one would be listening anyways.

             You really had no idea what to expect for your husband. All you had heard your entire life was that he was going to take care of you and that you had to serve him to the best of your ability. You had to watch your weight and watch your figure to make sure you didn’t displease him some day. The Crowned Prince was known to be beautiful. He was very quiet and kept to himself, rarely ever coming out of the palace. However, you’d never met him. Not even in passing. You lived far out of town and you weren’t allowed near the palace at a young age in fear of you being seen by the Prince or the other members of the royal family and them suddenly deciding you weren’t going to be enough for his highness. So, the first time that you’d be meeting your husband would be as you walked down the aisle.

             Your hair was pulled up high into a painful, yet supposedly elegant updo. At one point your scalp began to bleed because the woman doing your hair was stating it was too long for what the Queen had requested. Something you could’ve easily fixed had you been paying any attention. Your fault entirely, of course.

             Finally, you were done. ‘As good as it was going to get,’ according to one lady. You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked pretty, although it wasn’t what you usually looked like. You looked almost like a ghost because you were so white. Your lips were painted a ridiculous red color, almost like a doll being dressed up for parade. You found yourself wanting to be sick merely from looking at your reflection. You wondered what Jimin was going to think when he saw you. You thanked the women who had been torturing you all morning; gathering your skirts before heading towards the door. However, before you could escape through the door, a man standing in a Royal guards attire approached.

             “Sir Namjoon! You don’t need to take her, certainly she can go on her own,” one woman gushed as she fell to the floor in a dramatic manner. You sighed and looked at the man before you with mild interest.

             “Nonsense, she is the Prince’s bride! I will escort her to Yoongi-hyung,” he said, approaching you.  You gazed at him with a blank expression. Honestly, on the inside, you were numb. Namjoon gave you a small smile, which you couldn’t return. He offered you his arm and you took it gingerly, wrapping yours around his as you were instructed.

             “You look lovely, Jimin will be floored with how amazing you look,” he said as the two of you wove through the grey walls of the castle.

             “Thank you,” you said in a tight tone. Namjoon noticed your unease.

             “Jimin is a good person, you’ll be in safe hands for eternity,” he said, seeing if you’d bite.

             “That’s good to know, thank you,” you said as the pair of you rounded a corner. You stood at the top of a very large and elaborate staircase. The marble was so clean it almost felt wrong to set foot on it. However, Namjoon urged you forwards.

             Each step felt like a step towards death. No more playing down by the creek. No more reading in the middle of the fields while the sun soaked your skin and the wind caught your hair. All of that was ending. All because of your family practically giving you to the royal family, simply because they wanted to survive another day. Your mother had always wanted more than a simple life on the farm, and you would be giving it to her. She would forever be known as the woman who birthed a Queen. What a title.

             “This is where I leave you, Yoongi will take you the rest of the way,” he said, passing you off to a somber looking man who appeared to be thinking of a million other places he could be.

             “Pleasure to meet you your future highness,” he said, offering his arm to you. Slowly, you reached out to him and wrapped his arms around his. Yoongi wasn’t as tall as Namjoon and certainly not as talkative. He practically dragged you through the hallways before stopping in front of a large set of intimidating French doors.

             “Now entering,” a booming voice began as the doors opened. “Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N! Future ruler of Arcane Kingdom!” The room before you was decorated in the flowers that were also in your bouquet. White lilies. You hadn’t chosen them, but apparently all things pertaining to you were handled by the Queen. Candles were burning all over the room, adding an ominous glow to the massive space. You looked ahead and saw Jimin. He was dressed in lavish fabrics that poured over him in a ornate manner. However, he was more beautiful than all the fabrics that he wore. You felt your breath shorten slightly at the sight. You hadn’t expected him to look so… ethereal. Yoongi pulled on your arm as the music began, making sure your walking matched that of the music.

             You risked a glance at Jimin as you approached. He gave you a soft smile that you found easy to return, because it felt genuine. You kept your pace even as you slowly made your way towards the alter. However, your eyes were trained on Jimin. He had such an air of elegance about him that you felt like you paled in comparison. He had the feel of a Prince and a future King. You? You felt out of place, drowning in your gown with the amount of heavy jewels and makeup suffocating you. The dress and corset made your ribs hurt and your head swim. Yoongi pinched your hand to bring you back to reality.

             Finally, Jimin bowed before you, taking your hand and bringing you up to the alter. Jin the castle’s Priest stood before the two of you with a warm smile on his face.

             “Dearly beloved guests. We thank you for your toils and hardships to be here to witness the joining of this man, and this woman, in holy matrimony.”

             Blood pounded in your ears and made it difficult to hear. You knew Jin was speaking, but whatever he was saying was lost on you. Slowly, you glanced at Jimin out of the corner of your eye. He stood there proudly with such regality and poise that you felt your heart race in anxiety. You could feel the weight of his hand in yours like an anchor, weighing you down until you could no longer breathe.

             “We will now exchange vows!” Jin announced, loud enough for you to hear through your loud thoughts. “Prince Jimin, you first.”

             “My dear Y/N,” he started. “We’ve grown in separate worlds, but no longer. I wish for us now to grow together and happily in this place we will call home. Let me protect you, cherish you and be the one you trust with your life. I will do all I can to be a husband that will make you happy,” he said making the room fawn. It became silent and people looked at you with an expectant gaze. You cleared your throat awkwardly and tried to remember what the women had been yelling to you all morning.

             “My prince,” you said, your voice cracking slightly at the end of your statement. He eyed you curiously, squeezing your hand gently. “I promise to serve you, give you all I can and more,” you held your stomach and tried to breathe in as deeply as you could. Jimin gave you a worried glance.

             “Are you alright?” he whispered, pulling you closer. The crowd gasped and awed at the scene, but you nodded and tried to go on.

             “I will stand by your side and give you everything I am… I am your wife from this day forward, and I will be your future,” you said, only able to remember half of what the women had prattled off earlier. The room was silent before a few gentle claps resounded through the large space.

             “Please, take these rings,” he said, letting the jewelers of the local village bring the rings forward. A short man with a balding scalp approached you with Jimin’s wedding band, a white gold ring that had a deep red stone set into the band. It was beautiful, but yours was a different story. The piece was large and the band was decorated with diamonds while in the middle was a large red stone that was the same as Jimin’s.

             “These rings are made out of the finest white gold and set with white and red diamonds, these diamonds are meant to symbolize eternal passion and strength. We hope they are to your liking,” a man said. You watched as Jimin reached out and had a small conversation with the person who had handed him your ring. The man smiled proudly and the two of you were made to face each other.

             Jimin cleared his throat and took your hand in his. “With this ring, I bond myself to you. You will be mine, into eternity,” he said, placing the ring on your finger. The weight was grotesque and you simply stared at it on your finger. You looked at Jimin’s band in your small hand. Your ring looked out of place and like it was going to break your finger. Jimin tugged on your hand and brought you out of your stupor. Slowly you brought the ring up and slid it onto his finger.

             “With this ring, I bond myself to you. You will be mine, into eternity,” you repeated. Jimin looked at it for a moment before lacing his fingers with yours.

             “By the power vested in me by God and the King of Arcane Kingdom, I now pronounce you husband and wife… You may now kiss the bride,” Jin said, smiling at the two of you. Before you could even process what was happening, Jimin leaned down and sealed his lips against yours for a quick moment. You didn’t even get to respond before he was pulling away and leaving you stunned. The two of you stood before the crowd as the cheered and hollered for your union. The room was loud and all you could do was cry.

             You will be mine, into eternity…  

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Into Eternity - Part II

A/N: Sorry I’ve been so absent lately. This is my attempt at forgiveness. Please enjoy this update.

Living in the palace is hell. People had to be kind to you, because you were the future Queen. Any kind of disrespect would be suicide. But you saw through all the fake smiles and compliments.

They hated you.

Genuine and raw hatred.

You confided in Jin many times, he was one of the few people you spoke to in the palace, but he was only able to offer you his apologies.

“I’m sorry that life here is difficult for you. Maybe you should speak with Jimin about it,” he suggested. You sighed and gazed down at your ring in displeasure. It had been four months since your wedding and your husband had spoken to you three times. Once during your wedding night when he said consummation of the marriage wasn’t necessary quite yet. Second, in the hallway when he saw you were lost. THe final time was when he was leaving for his trip to another kingdom for a whole moon cycle. You had waited outside the carriage and kissed his cheek before he went.

“I’ll see you when I return, my dear,” he said, gathering himself inside the cabin and shutting the door.

Jin look at you in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you’ve only spoken to your husband three times since you’ve been married?” You simply shook your head, dismissing the conversation. You weren’t particularly upset about it or anything of the like. You just wanted out of these damn clothes and to be able to take a deep breath. It felt like you were drowning in everything. Jin seemed astounded. “How does that happen? Jimin isn’t mean or cruel, I just don’t understand.”

You shrugged and stood, eager to finally shed your clothing.

“Goodnight, Jin. Thank you for listening,” you said, genuinely feeling grateful for the outlet.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Anytime you need me or God’s light, I’m more than happy to help,” he said. You gave a small smile before heading to your room for some much needed rest.

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The following morning you were awoken early so you could attend a town meeting in place of the King and Queen.

“They’re far too busy to go, so my dear, you must go in their stead,” one of your handmaidens had said earlier.

The ride to town was uneventful and bumpy. You only had one guard with you who seemed to be falling asleep. Quality care indeed. Any member of the Royal family should have at least ten guard for a walk. However, you said nothing as you got out of the carriage and headed towards the seat above the crowd in the square. It was eerily quiet. Once you were sat with you catatonic guard the insults came flying.

“What the hell is she doing here?”

“She’s got about as much say in the Royal family as we do!”

“Damn wench!”

“Where’s the King and Queen?”

The shouting was thunderous and everyone was screaming at you. You wanted to fight back and them them where to shove it, but these would all be your people one day. You had to be kind to them.

“Please, the King and Queen are very busy working tirelessly to ensure all of your futures are bright. My husband is away and isn’t able to join me today.”

The crowd scoffed at your attempt to appease them.

“Your husband is just as useless as you!” one shouted. The crowd hollered in agreement, cursing you and Jimin for not solving their problems. Finally, it was all too much.

“ENOUGH!” you screamed. The crowd became still at your outburst. “I am Park Y/N and I am your future Queen. I will not stand to be disrespected this way,” you said, standing to your feet. You walked down the stairs, away from your guard who was still nodding off. “You will be under Jimin and I’s protection one day. You must have faith in us. Believe in us. Jimin is not useless, nor am I. I grew up in a household with barely enough food to stave off starvation. Now, I am married to the crowned Prince. I have power. I want all of you to be happy, as does my husband. You are our future. So please, let me try,” you begged.

The crowd was silent. You wondered if you should apologize. But what good would that do? Suddenly, a small girl approached with a smile on her face.

“I want you as my Queen,” she said, offering you a flower. You smiled and took it, placing it in her hair gently.

“I would be honored to be your Queen,” you said, lifting her into your arms. The crowd began cheering and chanting, all want to hold your hand or bow before you. You smiled softly and continued with the meeting.

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Jimin had arrived to the Northernmost Peninsula in his kingdom. Lords and Ladies had gathered to see him, although they were confused when you weren’t by his side.

“Thought you’d use this opportunity to show off Y/N,” Jimin’s personal guard, Jungkook, stated.

“It’s too risky to bring her here yet. Too many people are wary of her to begin with. Plus, she always looks sick. A little off putting for a party,” Jimin said, approaching the castle. His friend, Lord Taehyung had approached from the door to embrace him.

“Ah, Jimin. Good to see you. Jungkook-ah, you’ve gotten bigger,” he chuckled before pulling him in for a hug as well. “Terribly sorry I couldn’t make your wedding,” he said as the three men entered the palace.

“You were out of the country, it’s understandable,” Jimin dismissed.

“Although, I was hoping to get a glimpse at your bride. Is she not here with you?” Taehyung asked, obviously disappointed.

“You know it’d be a bad idea Tae, too many rustled feathers,” Jimin said walking at a brisk pace through the familiar setting. Taehyung and Jungkook rushed to keep up with their friend.

“Should you be bowing to those kinds of threats! You’re the future King!” Taehyung exclaimed. Jimin sighed and turned to face the two younger men.

“Her safety is first in my mind. People didn’t accept her well. It is in her best interest to stay away from the public for now,” he stated firmly. He didn’t like discussing you. It made everything much too real. He was a married man. He would have to make an heir soon...

“But wives aside, how have you been?”

The conversation after that turned mundane and Jimin let his mind wander... He was lost in his own head, thinking. There was so much to think about. He could no longer avoid his situation. You would be involved now.

Jimin had a secret. Something very few knew about. He had never laid with a woman before. Although he was no virgin. The Crowned Prince had only been with men, and he was okay with that. He’d never desired a woman the way he did his fellow man. Did women disgust him? No. They just didn’t excite him. However, he did have to admit you were very beautiful. Woman had been throwing themselves at him since he became of age. However, when you had kissed at the wedding, he had found your lips rather soft and kissable. But the look on your face had frightened him. You had looked so utterly tired and hurt. Living as a peasant in the castle was hard, he saw how the maids treated you... It was hard to watch you lock yourself away in your own head. And what had he done? Sat back and pretended that everything was fine...

“You seem awfully focused on something,” Taehyung teased. Jimin broke out of his stupor and shrugged.

“A lot on my plate,” he reasoned. Jungkook snorted and rolled his eyes.

“As we were discussing, when is your father stepping down?” Jungkook asked.

“Probably before first frost, his health is poor and he is determined to see his grandchild,” Jimin said, rubbing his face. Taehyung’s eyes bulged.

“Grandchild? But-” Jimin cut him off quickly.

“I know, Tae, but the line can’t end with me. I won’t allow it,” he said. Jungkook rubbed his chin contemplatively.

“You could always have someone else do it... Or, her, respectively,” Jimin shook his head.

“I won’t allow another man to lay with my wife. This heir will be my child.”

Taehyung and Jungkook look at their friend with concern.

“How will it work?” Taehyung asked, looking towards his Prince with questioning eyes.

“I’m in no rush, and neither is she. We barely speak regardless, she may hate me,” Jimin said, biting his lip in anxiety. His parents had wed them because of her beauty, he knew nothing of her personality.

“May I make a suggestion?” Taehyung offered, raising his hand for affect. Jimin sighed and nodded in acknowledgment. “Well, it’s a strange thought but about about you get to know her before worrying about an heir? She’s the one carrying the thing.”

“Baby,” Jungkook corrected. “Not thing, hyung.” Taehyung waved his hand dismissively before continuing.

“You may wind up liking her enough to as where making a child with her doesn’t seem so impossible.”

Jimin thought for a moment. It made sense. The two of you were together for life, you should know each other well enough to rule along side one another.

“Noted. But I came here because you said it was dire for me to get here for as soon as possible,” Jimin said, looking at Taehyung.

“Ah yes, the reason for our meeting is simple,” Taehyung started.

“If it’s simple, why did you demand Council with me?” Jimin sighed, annoyed.

“Because, they’re back,” Taehyung said with a dark look in his eyes.

The room became tense.

Jungkook looked between the two in confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked. Taehyung and Jimin looked at Jungkook with shadows filling their eyes. “You two look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Jungkook mumbled, starting to get more and more concerned. The quiet in the room was suffocating.

“Hunters, savages practically. They’re back in the region. They’ve been cast out since we were all young. However, they’ve been growing bolder. There was an attack near the border of our territories in the South that had all their markings,” Taehyung stated, looking towards the window.

“They’re less than human .They kill, rape and pillage. Destroy without restraint. They are nothing but creatures that thrive off of misery and agony. They should’ve been extinguished years ago,” Jimin growled. “I don’t want my family to exist in the same world as them.”

Taehyung nodded in agreement. “My men await orders, what do you suggest we do?”

Jimin thought for a moment. “Let’s wait,” he stated. “We don’t know how many of them are out there. Send scouts first, then we can think about how many soldiers are needed and what areas require the most amount of protection.”

“There was news of them heading towards the Royal provence. Aren’t you worried for you mother and father, as well as Lady Y/N?” Jungkook asked.

“It could be a rumor, I don’t want to place all of my coins in one place. Plus, Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung are still there. She’s in good hands,” Jimin stated. Suddenly, a maid burst through the door.

“Prince Jimin! Lord Taehyung!” She tripped and fell, she must’ve been running a long time. The boys all gathered around, Jungkook helping her to her feet.

“What is it? Speak,” Taehyung ordered.

“It’s Lady Y/N, she said, panting. Jimin came forward, a frown on his brow.

“What has happened to my wife?” he asked looking concerned.

“She’s here.”  

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