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the lionheart’s oath; m
⤷ “There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir.
Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.”
✓ Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Knight!AU and Princess!AU
✓ Filed under: angst, fluff, smut, fantasy
✓ Look out for: violence, death
✓ Words: 36, 772
Author’s Note: Recommended song [x] | The poem she reads is this one: [x] | MAP OF REPHYC | I decided to join the two parts, and now the monster is back together. I’m sorry in advance for this.
“And while we’re in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.”
— William Butler Yeats
The amber-bathed trees stood out against the turquoise sky, its leaves patiently dancing to the sound of the cool autumn breeze. As the night slowly approached in the skyline, the passing clouds were tinged in coral and lavender; gracefully reflecting its luminescence onto the sea. The everlasting waters were surprisingly calm that day, kindly embracing the sand before leaving the coast behind; the soft sound of the waves turning into a peaceful melody to the ears of lonely sailors.
For a traveler, the sight of those immaculate lands could be considered a mystical landscape, for the simple way they so ethereally combined: a perfect harmony only nature could achieve, waltzing to form the beautiful kingdom of Ceres. If such adventurer were to walk beyond the docks and into the village, there might be a chance to catch its residents as they ever so gradually retrieved back to their homes, candles lighting up as the star-encrusted darkness covered the place with delicacy. Exploring beyond the humble residencies, a street market would welcome the visitor with open arms, its quietness contrasting with the usual effervescent buzz that filled the crowded streets; and, at last, the chapel awaited right besides the beige library, its doors always open for late visitors.
Still, the true focus would reside on top of a hill: a monochromatic construction that stood out in the midst of an ocean of trees — the castle. From the lower of servants to the highest of monarchy, the ones living inside of it would be deeply asleep by the time a special door opened with a faint creek. Inside the now empty chambers, the clear curtains swinged in the wind, bringing along the vague smell of the sea; a pleasant scent that would not reach the Princess’ senses, for she was long gone.
Your rushed footsteps did not make a sound against the marble staircase, your cloak-covered body no more than a silhouette in a gargantuan cosmos wrapped in ebony. The pearly tone of the moon passed through the massive, dusty window behind you, dripping over the unoccupied Great Halls of the castle in the form of a phantasmagorical light.
However, you could not pay attention to any of those factors — you were late.
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