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Into Eternity - Part X

As per usual I don’t own this picture.

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Prince!AU, Romance, Action.

Warnings: None.

The ride in the cabin of the carriage was a long one. Your body was exhausted emotionally from everything you’d experienced in the day prior. 

Hoseok was quiet next to you, not even bothering to look at you or to attempt at conversation. The lack of interaction left you feeling empty and alone. You could barely remember the sensation of Jimin’s warmth against your body. Knowing that you wouldn’t be seeing him for a long while made your chest ache. 

Suddenly, the carriage stopped. You turned to Hoseok for answers, but he just got up and moved towards the door. Where you were was colder, air much harsher than where Taehyung’s castle was. Hoseok climbed out over you, making you nervous.

You now realized how alone you were. Jimin wasn't here to walk in and protect you this time. It had to come from you now, and you had a husband to wait for.

Hoseok stood outside of the carriage, holding his arm out expectantly. You swallowed your fear and took his hand, lowering yourself to the ground. A group of guards and villagers stood around, no doubt observing the proceedings. 

You walked out with your head held high, because you were Jimin’s wife. And more importantly, you were you. And that was something to be proud of regardless.

Hoseok guided you to a horse, holding your hips as you jumped up to get on. You’d been taught how to ride side-saddle, but you much preferred the usual astride.

However when you saw the saddle you knew your riding choice was restricted. Hooking your legs around the anchors and adjusting your skirts, you nodded to Hoseok.

He left you, climbing atop his horse with practiced grace. He looked to his men then to you. “My Lady, we will reach the castle by nightfall. However, it may start to snow. Are you prepared for that?” 

You nodded as someone brought you a thick, fur coat to drape across your shoulders. Latching the neck strap you readied yourself for the long ride ahead. 

As the horses took off, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to Jimin.

You’d only been apart for perhaps a day, and it already hurt. Being away from him was proving to be much more difficult than you could’ve imagined.

The wind caressed your cheek and you thought of Jimin's warm palm doing the same. The water of a lake reminding you of his bright blue eyes. A soft rose in passing bringing your mind to your husbands sweet mouth. 

God you missed him.

You just hoped that he was alright, that he was eating and he was keeping himself healthy. Because you wanted him to return to you happy, safe and warm...

Even if it would take an eternity, you’d return to him once again.

---

Jimin stared down at the large stack of papers set upon his desk. 

New regulations, trade agreements, tariffs and other boring but necessary evils that he’d been taxed with. Taehyung had taken some of the burden, removing the one’s meant for his lands and his people. But over all they needed Jimin’s seal of approval in place of the King’s. 

Since Jimin and you had been relocated to Taehyung’s palace, his coronation had been halted as well. But that didn’t change the fact he was a son of the crown, and that crown came with duties. 

Laureliea was becoming pressured by Arcane, something that no doubt would result in skirmishes later on. Jimin shouldn’t have been so blunt to their Princess. But... The way she touched him made his skin crawl. All he could think about was how she was too warm, too soft. It disgusted him. 

His mind wandered to you, where you were and how you were doing. Looking out the window to the field you adored to gaze upon made his heart clench painfully.

A knock to his door made his eyes lift from their tired stare. “Enter,” he agreed.

Jungkook stepped through, the broach of Head Guard proudly blazing on his chest. Jimin sighed and leaned back. Jungkook approached him, setting more pieces of paper on his desk. “I hate to do this, Highness, but these do need urgent attention,” Jungkook stated.

“I’m sure they do,” Jimin whispered. 

“Are you alright?” Jungkook asked, leaning back to rest his hands at his sides. Jimin looked off into the field once more. 

“I wonder where she is,” he whispered, placing his chin upon his palm.

“No doubt she has reached the Northern Peninsula at this point. Hoseok travels quickly, and efficiently. She is probably safe in the Palace of the Kings, resting and waiting for you,” Jungkook said. 

“I hope she is,” Jimin agreed.

“But, Highness,” Jungkook began once more. 

“Yes?”

“There are reports from the guards near Caldone have reported signs of Forsaken activity. Animals are being butchered in the night, and some women have been taken as well,” Jungkook stated.

“Caldone...” Jimin tested the word on his tongue.

Where had he heard that village name before? He knew it of course, but, why did it make his heart shudder in anxiety?

“Yes, it was the last place the Royal Carriage stopped before Hoseok and Lady Y/N traveled on horseback to the Northern reaches,” Jungkook explained. 

Jimin stood up quickly, slamming his hands down on his desk. Jungkook jolted as his harsh reaction. 

“I need to go there, I need to see,” Jimin whispered, moving around his paperwork to no doubt head for the stables. 

Jungkook gripped him tightly, keeping him at bay. “Highness, be reasonable!”

“I can’t be! She was there Jungkook! What if they had taken her? What if something happened to her? I can’t let that happen, I refuse,” Jimin growled. 

“Highness, they won’t take her! Hoseok won’t allow it,” Jungkook reminded.

“I don’t trust him... Ever since he found out about Y/N, and who she was he’s been aggressive towards her. I only let them go because-”

“Highness, listen!” Jungkook yelled. Jimin looked up in shock, the outburst from a guard to his future King obviously inappropriate... But necessary. “Jimin, please,” Jungkook pleaded. “You need to stop.”

Jimin bit his lip and looked down.

“I know, but I can’t help it... Jungkook she’s all I have. The only person to love me, to care for me because she wanted to.” Jungkook went to interrupt, slightly offended, but Jimin held up his hand. “The love I have from you, as well as everyone else is conditioned love. You’ve learned to care for me, because at first it was your job... But now we’re friends, and I know that. But Y/N, she didn’t have to love me or to protect me. If anything she should hate me, hate me for what I put her through. I was so cruel, Jungkook. Neglecting her and isolating her, because I thought what had happened to me was unfair. I was entirely selfish, and put my own emotions before her... But she kept trying to be civil with me, kept asking me to try. At least try with her, and... And her persistence lured me in, and her outgoing nature. The way she isn’t afraid to be who she is... She’s everything I wished I could be, and now she’s helping me find out who I am... Everyday with her is new, and... God Jungkook I never knew I could love someone this much,” Jimin croaked. 

Jungkook was floored. He’d never seen Jimin in such a state of anxiety and discomfort. You really had done something to him. You really had fallen in love with this man, and made him love you as well. The Guard was no fool, he’d seen the way you looked at Jimin from the beginning. Soft glances, as if you were nervous of his presence...

But soon, they became endearing stares. Smiles when you thought no one was looking. And Jimin had mimicked the behavior. He used to look at you with... fear?

No, fear wasn’t the right word. 

Perhaps, bewilderment was the right phrase he was looking for. However, all words didn’t seem to match what Jimin felt for you in the beginning. Jimin had always been a hesitant being, never straying far from what he knew. 

And as he grew, he found he was different. That he couldn’t go and play with the other kids anymore. He had to sit through lesson after lesson. Drill after drill. He needed to be successful. Not a child. An heir, not Jimin. 

Yet here he was today...

Undeniably himself.

And it was all because of you.

---

You sat high in the tower of the Palace of the Kings. Hoseok had said to stay up here if you could. Being away from the ground level meant you were much harder to attack. Although you couldn’t help but feel like a cat in a cage. You longed to move from this musky room and roam about the halls. 

Hoseok did his best to accomodate you. Bringing you books and meals everyday. But it was usually a quick exchange and a rude or snide remark was passed from his lips to your ears. 

But you endured it all. 

And you woke up every morning before sunrise to look down the drive, waiting to see if Jimin would be walking up it to come for you. 

A month away from him was torture. 

The small details of his face began to fade from your memory. The way his smile twinkled in the afternoon light. It made you panic how much you were forgetting. So you’d think of him in as much specifics as you could. His blonde hair, bright eyes, sweet smile, boisterous laughter. 

You’d write them down, making sure you remembered each of them with care. 

However, as days wore on, the pages began to be smaller, days before bleeding into the ones following. Soon, you could only write down his blonde hair, sparkling eyes, soft smile and full cheeks. 

You stared at the page in utter betrayal. How could you forget?

The nightmares began to get worse when you arrive here as well. You weren’t sleeping through the night, because Jimin wasn’t there to quell your cries and fear. So you’d lay awake, staring at the ceiling in wonderment. 

Could he sleep without you next to him?

Could he eat his meals?

Could he take his baths?

You thought of all these things as you laid awake one night. The ceiling didn’t stare back, but merely existed before your eyes. You frowned as sat up, letting your hair fall into your face. 

The room was cold, and you knew that you would no doubt catch a cold from being here. Just because you were in love, didn’t mean you were suddenly a much healthier person. You still got chills, and sniffles. You had coughs that rattled your chest and made your throat hurt. 

You got up and put your feet into your slippers, gathering yourself into the warmth of your dressing gown. Walking over to the window you looked out at the castle grounds, watching the moon light up the ground. 

It had snowed a few days before, making you want to run out and play like a child in the frozen fluff. But Hoseok had denied your request, stating that you would stick out against the harsh white. 

You felt like a prisoner in this place, much like how the first Royal palace had felt when you’d married Jimin. There was such harshness in the air here, and it made your skin rise with goosebumps.

This place had felt uneasy the day you stepped foot in it. 

For this was the Palace where Jimin’s and your ancestors had been wed, and it was also the place where your ancestor had died. Where Jimin’s family member committed the ultimate crime for his people’s safety.

The fact that your blood ran through these halls makes you feel sick to your stomach. You didn’t want to think about how many people had met their deaths on the field before you. No doubt several, for this was the first Palace of Arcane Royalty. 

Jimin’s family had raised to power almost three hundred years ago. After the Park’s managed to overthrow the Kai-Ling empire, they had decided to execute the entire dynasty and anyone who had supported their heinous rule. 

The Kai-Ling were known to be bloodthirsty and vicious, willing to do anything for power or territory. The Emperor of the Kai-Ling Empire was known to take many wives and force them to bear him as many children as he wanted. That way his bloodline would go for endless years, ensuring that his power would only continue to grow. To bring forth more greed and more desire... More inhumanity.

The Emperor’s of that dynasty ruled with an iron fist, not letting anyone step out of line. Everyone had a purpose, and it was to serve the Emperor with no qualms. No disobedience. If anyone was caught breaking the rules they were killed on the spot, made a spectacle of any rebellion that attempted to rise up.

The people were afraid to challenge their rulers, because if they did, them and their entire bloodlines would be wiped out from the land. The Kai-Ling’s showed no mercy, not for women, not for children.

If you broke a rule they had put forth, then you were as good as scum underneath their boots. These people worshipped Morgana, Queen of Deceit and Sin. They produced children to sacrifice to her, that way she would bless them with endless amounts of riches and their brutality towards others would never end.

It was a dark time for this land...

And once the Park’s had finally, with the help of Taehyung and Jungkook’s families behind them, brought the tyrannical Kai-Ling’s to their knees... the bloodshed didn’t seem to stop. The Park’s, Jeon’s and Kim’s tracked down every single one of the Kai-Ling’s supporters and brought them to this Palace. They slaughtered them, all to ensure that the crimes they committed against their people wouldn’t be repeated.

But Morgana wouldn’t have that.

She seduced Jimin’s ancestor in order to regain hold on the land she once ruled over. But, your predecessor broke her spell. Only true love was able to break such a curse... And there was true love between those two. Morgana was fit with rage and jealousy. So, she created the Forsaken to terrorise the people Jimin’s family had worked so hard to save. 

Unable to see more death, more pain and anguish... the Royal family made a choice. Sacrifice your bloodline to the witch to keep her at bay, and to keep her magic from infiltrating the land once more. Your family had once been vast, and strong... But it had dwindled until only you were left...

And as fate decided, you would fall for the one man the universe told you you couldn’t have... But he fell for you too. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. You refused. 

These stories had been told to you by the keeper of the house here. She was an elderly woman, no doubt becoming senile... As you guessed you weren’t supposed to know all these things...

Yet, you found yourself looking for her in the mornings to ask for more information... You wanted to know more about Jimin’s family who lived here. And she was more than happy to give it to you. As the future Queen she felt you had the right.

You discovered that Jimin’s relatives had loved art and music, and you saw it in Jimin too. He loved listening to music and gazing at the paintings that hung in the Great Hall of Taehyung’s home.

He’d always be found listening to the staff play him something. Even if it was just a small piece, it would always get his undivided attention when it was playing.

You remembered when you had first arrived to the Palace and Jimin was so cold towards you, you wondered if he had a soul... if he was able to enjoy things. These spiteful thoughts lead you to spend most of your days on the other side of the castle. A place Jimin rarely visited...

But one day you found him there, listening to a servant playing a soft melodic tune you recalled from your childhood. 

You peered in and saw your husband sat, eyes looking out across the fields. His head was swaying slightly to the rhythm. And it was the first time you’d seen him smile. A genuine smile. One that you didn’t feel was forced onto his lips, but placed there by God himself... because Jimin was too pure a creature to not be graced with such a joy.

Thinking of your husband made your chest constrict once more.

Turning away from the window you noticed your door to be open. You hadn’t opened it, and you hadn’t heard anyone come by and unlatch it either. Gathering your skirts in your hands you moved towards the anomaly. 

The wood was cold underneath your palm as you pushed it aside. Peaking your head out into the darkness you looked around to see if anyone was there. 

“Hello?” you asked into the cold night. 

There was no response. 

“Hoseok? Is that you?” you asked, coming out of your room and looking around the stairwell. 

No one answered yet again. 

“This hold no humor if you’re trying to jest me,” you warned. But still, no one answered. 

Walking down the stairs you looked around, trying to find any indication of someone being here recently. There was no fresh soot on the walls from a torch, nor did it smell of smoke. And surely you’d have heard the fire crackling atop the wood anyways. 

You reached the base of the landing and continued to search for any clues to your door incident. But the more you looked around, the less you discovered. Everything was as it should be. Nothing out of place, nothing disturbed.

Except for you peace of mind. 

Finally fed up with the ridiculousness of this whole ordeal, you looked on the table next to the stairs back to your room...

There was a note that sat there, as if it had been placed there moments ago.

Without knowing why, you walked forward and took the crisp paper between your clammy fingers. Peeling the sealing wax open you saw deep red... blood?

Someone had used blood in place of ink, you could smell it. You felt saliva collect in your mouth at the thought, but continued anyways. 

Dearest Y/N,

I loved him first, so I will love him last.

Try not to catch a chill in this cold, they can be deadly you know.

With the most insincere of wishes,

Morgana.

Your heart thudded in your throat, making it difficult to breathe. 

M-Morgana?

Dropping the paper to the ground, you watched as it burned into ash before your eyes. How had she managed to get in here? How had she found you? Father Jin placed those seals upon your necklace... Had they failed? Had Father Jin been injured and unable to keep the spell up?

Your mind reeled as you found yourself gripping the table tightly.

Just as you felt yourself begin to spiral into deep panic, a cool palm touched the back of your head. 

“Shhh, my child... She has... no power here,” a soft voice answered. 

You turned quickly to find who had comforted you, but there was no one in the Hall...

You were alone...

At least, you hoped you were.

---

Jimin hadn’t been training in a while, and it showed. 

Hit after hit, he blocked them, but also found himself teetering... His footwork was getting sloppy, and that wouldn’t do for the upcoming trails he’d be facing. The Forsaken were becoming bolder towards the Southern borders, and there was need for an attack on them.

Jimin demanded to be in that battle, as he would be fighting for you. He’d kill as many of them as he could, because they were the ones who had hurt you. They were the ones trying to kill you. And if he could weaken the damn bitch responsible for your pain and discomfort, then it would be a pleasure of his to spill that blood. 

Thinking of you and the rage he felt towards the witch who had brought harm to his family made his final blow on Jungkook a fierce one. 

Jungkook stumbled and fell into the dirt, hitting the ground with an audible thud. Jimin was panting hard as he looked at his friend. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me,” he apologized, reaching down the help his comrade up from the mud. 

“That last one will definitely leave a mark, Highness, but I’m glad there is some ferocity left in your bones. You’ll need every ounce of it on that battle field,” Jungkook declared. 

“I’ll have an endless amount once I see their disgusting faces,” Jimin growled, sheathing his sword and running his fingers through his hair. 

“All in due time, but how are you fairing? You seem to be agitated these past days,” Jungkook said.

Jimin had been agitated. 

He couldn’t sleep without you next to him, your warmth gone from your shared bed. And with all the preparations of a battle to come, there was a lot of pressure on the future ruler. And you weren’t there to ease his nerves... 

“Sleep evades me recently,” Jimin huffs as a servant brings him some water as well as Jungkook.

“Any reasons of why this is so?” Jungkook asked, taking a large gulp of water into his greedy mouth.

“I miss her, Jungkook,” Jimin whispered. 

“I know that to be true, Highness,” Jungkook acknowledged. “Perhaps you could send her a letter? Would hearing from her ease your turbulent mind?”

“It’s forbidden,” Jimin sneered. “Father Jin said that we aren’t to have contact incase someone follows the courier to her location. For now, we must remain apart.”

“I see, that is unfortunate,” Jungkook nodded.

“I’m going mad, Jungkook!” Jimin whined. “I just want to see my wife!”

“Highness, just think. The more of these Forsaken you kill, the more we weaken that damned wench’s power. The closer you are to seeing your wife. I’m sure she misses you as well.”

“I am at unrest without her by my side,” the Prince complained. “I long to have her with me. I’m far too impatient for this distance.”

Jungkook smiled fondly at his friend. He was such a cry baby when he was younger. When he didn’t get his way he’d cry and cry about it. So much so the nannies had a hard time raising him to not be a spoiled Prince.

However, he knew the distance was difficult for his friend. He wished there was something he could do in order to ease his mind. 

“Come, let us practice more Highness, the sparring will keep your mind off of these things,” Jungkook smiled. 

“It will only prove to agitate me further, and I don’t wish to hurt you,” Jimin warned. 

“You boast, highness. But can you follow through?” Jungkook challenged. 

Jimin raised a brow at his subordinate’s strong words. “Think of whom you’re testing, Jungkook,’ Jimin smiled. 

“I have,” he confirms. 

“Then, I have no choice but to-”

“MAJESTY!” Father Jin screams, coming into the yard with a distressed look upon his face. 

“Father?” Jimin echoes, running forward with Jungkook at his back. “What troubles you?”

“Majesty, it’s word from the palace,” Father Jin breathes heavily.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jimin says, placing his hand on the Father’s back for support. 

“Your Father,” he huffs.

“The King?” Jungkook asks. 

“Your Father is dead.”