Prince!au - Tumblr Posts

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 - 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 ı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ 𝟬:𝟬𝟭 ─●──────── 𝟯:𝟮𝟵 ◁ 𝗜𝗜 ▷

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

○𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 ⇾ 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦

❝𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖,❞

○[𝘠/𝘕] [𝘓/𝘕] ⇾ 𝐀𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦

❝𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.❞

❛𝑨 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈_𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔❜ 月

❀ | ①

╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 ╚═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╝

The letter crumpled between your fingers, your grasp becoming too tight for the fragile thing. Your angered steps echoed through the empty hallways as you made your way to the main throne room, bursting through the door despite your butler's worried cries.

"What is the meaning of this?!" you seethed, waving the pale paper towards the two lone figures in the room. A heavy sigh resonated from your father as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"[Y/N], you are of age to be married. Of course we had to choose a suitable groom for you--"

"I know that!" you cut him off. "But that isn't what I'm talking about. Out of all the kingdoms we have alliances with, you picked this one?!"

"They made us an offer, [Y/N]. You know that we must do what we can to protect out kingdom!" your mother spoke next, furrowing her brows in worry. She glanced at her husband, who's lips were set in a firm, solemn line.

"And you must know that each of those six princes are utterly useless when it comes to ruling a kingdom! Why do you think none of them have been married off yet?"

"[Y/N], that's enough." your father stood from his throne, straightening his regal robes as he offered his wife a hand, carrying her down the set of high steps and heading for the door you had entered through, sweeping past you. You spluttered, the letter forgotten in your palm as you hardened your hold.

"But father--!"

"There is nothing else to discuss!"

The annoyed tone of your father's words hung in the air dangerously, like icicles waiting to drop.

"By now, one of the Matsuno sextuplets will have been chosen and is being sent here for twelve months. You will behave yourself and treat him as your future husband, and that, is, it. There is nothing you can do to change anyone's minds."

He turned to you, eyes full of stern resolution, locking onto your horrified glare.

"Am I understood?"

He didn't move an inch as you stayed silent, lowering your head as you spat out the words through gritted teeth.

"...Yes, father."

You burned holes through the ground as your parents walked away, the final closing of the doors telling you that you were completely and utterly alone. You grasped the letter between both hands, ripping it apart in a fit of bubbling anger, the fragmented remains scattering across the marble floors.

Storming away to your room, skirts raised above the ground so they wouldn't slow you down any further, thought after thought trickled to your mind, only serving to fuel the fire growing in the pit of your stomach.

Akatsuka Kingdom. Known for its power, as well as the rare phenomena that was the six princes, all identical sextuplets who were born into the royal family. Many thought they would assist the kingdom in growing stronger, using their princely wits and charms to raise their power.

Instead, they all became well known for their immense stupidity and lack of interest in becoming King and inheriting the throne from their parents, let alone marrying into a wealthy royal family, such as your own.

You slammed your bedroom doors shut, breathing heavily. Now, somehow, you were destined to marry one of them? Was this fate's cruel way of messing up your future? Slowly, you reached a hand up to the tiara resting haphazardly on your head, removing it and holding it to your eyes. The jewels encrusted into the gold linings reflected your scowl back at you, distorted and warped hideously.

From a young age, your mind had matured a lot quicker than your body. You were more interested in learning about how to be a perfect ruler than the other snobby royals and lords you had met over the years. You had always longed to find someone of the same mindset, in hopes that they would aid you in strengthening your own kingdom.

But now, everything was falling apart right in front of you, and you apparently had no say in the matter.

The tiara fell from your fingers, rolling across the ground with a clatter. You didn't care where it was. You slid down against the door, head cradled in your hands.

What would you do now? What now? What now? What. Now?

The answer seemed obvious, too obvious at first.

You raised your head, glaring at empty air, barely registering how dark the room had become. The setting sun glinted dangerously through your windows, lighting up your eyes in a raging fire that had suddenly exploded from withing you.

You couldn't cancel the wedding. But no one ever said that they couldn't. All you had to do was keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing, all the way to their breaking point. Then they would leave, and you would be at peace. You would have him gone no sooner than he arrives.

A malicious grin crossed your lips as you carefully stood up, picking up your tiara off of the ground. You twirled the headpiece between your fingers, the dark shadows in the dimly lit room casting a sinister aura over your form.

You huffed a silent chuckle. It was ironic, really. Your kingdom was known for its everlasting beauty, filled to the brim with flowers and greenery that attracted others like a bee to its nectar. However, it's as the old saying goes...

"Every rose has its thorns."

❀ | ②

╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 ╚═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╝

You did everything you could to avoid meeting the prince when he arrived, but it seemed that your parents were expecting this, and had knights placed around every corner of the castle in order to escort you down to the main gates.

You kept your face a blank slate as you stood between your parents, hands folded neatly in front of you, just as you were always taught. Your eyes were trained on a carriage glinting in the distance, slowly approaching.

"I hope you remember your manners, [Y/N]," your father muttered, barely moving as he addressed you. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes, replying flatly;

"How could I, father? Especially after that little talk we had yesterday. I know my place."

"Just don't do anything out of order."

"You can trust me, father." You briefly turned to him, flashing a bright smile that didn't quiet reach your eyes — not that he had the chance to notice that. "I may act rash, but have I ever gone against my word?"

He had no chance to respond, either, as the carriage had pulled to a stop in front of you, it's white horses shaking their heads with a huff. The driver of the carriage stepped off his seat, swiftly moving to the door and pulling it open with a bow.

"May I present Prince Karamatsu, of Akatsuka Kingdom."

Out stepped a man with a pale, rounded face and thick brows resting above his large eyes, his dark hair slicked back with a few rare streaks of royal blue running through the sides. His attire also had flashes of azure, fitting nicely against the white fabric. Except for the cape which he had draped over his right shoulder; it was covered in glittering sequins, practically blinding you all as it reflected the sun's light in multiple directions.

You hid your grimace well, though your brow twitched every now and then at his atrocious display. The man, Karamatsu, brought a gloved hand to his chin, eyes sweeping over your small royal family. His lips stretched into a cat-like grin, eyes lidded as he hummed triumphantly.

"It seems that I have arrived at my destination!" He pointed his hand towards the sky, posing dramatically. "Fate has led me down my destined path, yet it still stretches onwards! Where to, next? Our mortal minds will never know!"

His monologue was met with confused silence. You hated how the deep rumble of his voice raised goosebumps across your skin. Your fingers were gripping your palms in a white-knuckled grip, resisting the urge to pull out your hair. You hoped that now, your parents could see what kind of hell they were attempting to put you through.

It didn't take long for his luggage to be taken into the palace, a surge of maids carrying uncountable amounts of cases to his new sleeping quarters. Your parents showed him through to the main hall, having a pleasantly one-sided conversation with the prince whilst you followed silently from behind. Your father cleared his throat after a moment, plastering a polite smile on his face.

"Well, Queen Koume and I must get back to our royal duties. I can assure you that our servants and knights around the palace are more than able to aid you should you need anything, Prince Karamatsu," he bowed his head lightly. Glancing at you, he added, "Our daughter is also quite the intelligent child. I'm sure she will be more than happy to assist her fiancé in any way she can." He pressed the last few words as he stared hard at you, lips thinning into a flat line as no response was given from you, not even a twitch of facial expression.

Your mother tugged gently on his arm, a warning look subtly sent his way as she smiled at her guest. "We shall see you at dinner later tonight, dear." With that, she led her husband away, disappearing round a corner and leaving the two of you alone. Instantly, the Prince was bowing low in front of you, almost comically so.

"I am truly blessed from the heavens above to be given such an opportunity to wed the most exquisite of flowers!" He took a gentle hold of your hand, bringing the back of your hand to his lips and placing a chaste kiss against your skin. You merely watched on with a slightly raised brow.

"Princess, I look forward to our future together!"

A moment of silence passed before you smiled softly.

"How sweet! I most certainly do not look forward to our time spent together, unfortunately!"

"Hm! As expected, my Princess is as kind as she appears! Soft and kind-hearted, you— ..I'm sorry, what was it that you said?" His tone fell from confident to unsure in a heartbeat. You slowly allowed you smile to fall away into a scornful glare, the man's lips now pulled into a timid smile, sweat beginning to accumulate on his temple.

"It seems that you can actually listen to something other than your own voice," you sneered, crossing your arms over your chest. He tilted his head, confused and slight hurt flashing through his eyes. "This whole set up for our marriage is one of the worst things my parents could ever do."

You took a few steps forward, standing chest to chest with him and pushing a finger against him.

"Let me make this clear, your highness," you spat, "I, just like many other princesses across the region, don't want anything to do with you and your kingdom. If you had any sense with you, then I would expect you to be gone by dinner today, and to call off this god forsaken wedding the minute you arrive back."

You turned on your heel, snapping your fingers as you walked away, a grin spreading across your lips. The look of disbelief on his face was enough to assure you that he would definitely be taking your kind token of advice.

Behind you, a servant you had summoned was busy trying to coax a frozen Karamatsu to his room, his eyes locked onto your back as you grew further and further away from him, eventually disappearing from his view.

You spent the rest of the hours till evening reading in the library, making use of your secret corner hidden atop the bookshelves to catch up on the handful of novels you had picked up. Your mind had stopped thinking of the so-called guest that had entered your home while you were distracted, only to be reminded of his existence when your butler came to fetch you for dinner.

"Tanuki? Where is the Prince?" You asked innocently as you were led to the dining room. Your butler hummed thoughtfully.

"I am sorry, your highness. I haven't seen him since his arrival this morning. As far as I'm aware, he should be joining us for dinner this evening."

'Oh, I'm sure he won't be,' you thought giddily.

A set of tall doors were pushed open for you, the long table filled with food beckoning for you to take a seat. Only, you were stuck where you stood. Your eye twitched dangerously at the sight before you, your lips trembling as you struggled to keep them shut so as not to scream in frustration.

He was sat there, happily chatting away with your mother as your father laughed at something he had said. His eyes locked into yours, the air stilling for a moment before his smile widened, gesturing for you to come take a seat.

"Good evening, Princess! I'm sure that the food will taste ten times better now that we have been graced with your presence!"

He winked at you from across the table as your chair was pushed in. The grip on your utensils tightened considerably. A voice in the back of your mind was becoming louder and louder, drowning out the talk around you.

You had underestimated him, it seems.

'No matter.'

You pierced a morsel of food harshly with your fork.

'This just means I can resort to harsher methods.'

❀ | ④

╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 ╚═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╝

Delicate strokes to your hair woke you from your slumber. You grumbled, mind still disoriented. The hand sifting through your locks paused for a split second before continuing.

Blearily opening your eyes, you saw your mother, sat beside you on your bed, which you didn't remember getting into. She smiled down at you warmly, the crow's feet settled into the corners of her eyes adding a twinkle to her gaze.

"My daughter has finally awoken, I see," she chuckled. You squinted at her, not entirely hearing what she was saying, until you moved your upper body and rested your head on her lap. She laughed louder, allowing you to nestle comfortably against her.

"... time is it..?" You croaked, to tired to even bother forming a full sentence.

"Just past nine o'clock, dear. I'm surprised; usually you're up by eight." She raised a brow at you, but you ignored her, keeping your eyes closed. They felt sore and itchy, and most likely looked a soft shade of pink. You knew this.

"[Y/N], you need to wake up soon," there was a gentle nudge to your shoulder. "Your father has many things planned for you today."

You groaned loudly. That was the last thing you wanted. It was foolish to have it, but you had a small slither of hope left in you as you asked slowly:

"...Is he still here?"

A moment of silence, and then a sigh.

"You should have joined us for breakfast, dear. He truly is a nice fellow."

"No, he isn't." You sat up abruptly, turning away from her. A cold shiver ran through you as your arms became exposed. Glancing down, you saw you were wearing your night wear instead of your dress. It was then you realised your mind was on autopilot last night.

"[Y/N], please..."

"I'm not like you!" A stiff pause. "I can't see the good in people the way you do. So how do you expect me to see anything in him? A man who knows nothing of the world other than the fantasies he has been brought up with?"

You received no answer. Standing from your bed, you marched over to your dresser, pulling open the drawers. Something caught your eye, and you froze.

The vase you kept on your dresser was always empty. You came to dislike filling it with flowers, as the dying petals would always make a mess. It annoyed you to no end, how quickly flowers could wilt away. Too quickly.

But here, now, it was full. Fresh and vibrant hyacinths were placed in the vase, their petals bursting full of colour and life. They weren't leaning heavily to one side, like yours used to. They stood tall and proud, soaking up the sunlight just entering your room.

"Prince Karamatsu asked the maids to send these up to you." You flinched at the name.

"The only reason you cannot see the good in others is because you are always looking for the bad. If that's all you can see, then you will remain blind to the good." Your mother stood, leaving the room. Grasping the handle to your door, she looked back to you one more time, a smile still present. It looked all too familiar.

"He is not a bad person. Give him a chance."

The door shut behind her with a soft thud, leaving the room silent once more. You brought your gaze back to the flowers. They just had to be purple, didn't they?

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

"Horse riding?" you cringed. You eyed the horses with disdain, taking a step back as one of them shook their mane.

Your father came over to your side, hands on his hips as he smiled proudly at the selection of horses before him. Karamatsu was over by his own white-haired horse which had been brought over for him, busy patting its nuzzle with a fond smirk.

"But of course! The weather is perfect for it, don't you think?"

"No.." you grumbled under your breath, somewhat glad he hadn't heard you. Your father also went over to feed an apple to his horse, taking a brush and smoothing out its chestnut hair. You stood frigidly, unsure of what to do. You were desperate to walk back to the castle, but something was stopping you. And it was irritating you, how you couldn't figure out what it was.

Slowly, your eyes wandered around the stable, trailing over the golden hay scattered across the floor, to the resting horses, to the walls... then to him.

He didn't look any different from the first time you had met him. He looked so unbothered by the encounter he had with you last night, despite sending you those flowers. You found it unfair, how easy it was for him to hide his emotions like that.

Karamatsu felt something on him. He turned to you, his dark eyes connecting with your own and, for a split second, the world became still. There was no noise, no movement. Just the two of you, in a single frame. He nodded towards you, his smirk morphing into a smile.

"Princess—" You jolted, catching your surprised yelp before it could leave your throat. Your brow twitched as you turned on your heel, glowering at your butler.

"What?"

"M-My apologies!" Tanuki stammered, clearing his throat. "Your steed is ready for you, Princess," the older man bowed formally, guiding you out of the stable and onto the flat grassland. A black horse, a very strong looking one at that, stood idly before you, it's equally black eyes staring into nothing.

You grabbed a hold of Tanuki, pulling him to one side as you hissed into his ear.

"Tanuki, this is ridiculous!"

"I understand, but I am afraid there is nothing I can do, Princess..."

"Yes, there is! Take me to my study room!"

"Your father ordered me to keep you here for this activity, Princess," he sighed, eyeing you sympathetically. He gently coaxed your iron grip on his arm off of him, gesturing to the horse.

"You must brave through it."

He stepped away, just as your father and Karamatsu came out of the stables atop their horses, chatting away as they manoeuvred their beasts with ease. The twinge of jealousy you had felt before came back with full force, the burning fire of competition raging within you.

With new found resolution, you stepped up to the dark horse, stopping beside the saddle. You readied your hands against the leather, placing a foot in the small holster. Then, you paused. Then, you didn't move. Taking a deep breath, you willed yourself to push upwards and to sit on the damn horse, but your body wouldn't cooperate. The chatter from behind you had died down. Your brow twitched.

"My daughter, do you need some help?" You heard your father call, but you ignored him. You tried again with a huff, pushing up with all your might, barely lifting yourself off of the ground.

"Princess..."

"I don't need help!" You denied. You hated how your face burned in embarrassment. You felt like the court jester, making a complete fool of yourself. You knew this was a bad idea. How could your father have forgotten you didn't know how to ride a horse?

"Princess [Y/N]?"

"What?!"

You frustrated comments trailed off as a gloved hand was extended towards you. You followed it up, finding Karamatsu's kind face peering down at you.

"Perhaps it would be easier if you were to ride with me, instead?"

You were confused. What made him so different from everybody else? Why was he being so nice to you? You didn't need his pity, if that's what he was doing. You didn't need him to feel sorry for you. You didn't need him at all.

And yet, looking into his eyes, you saw no ill intent. Only a shimmer of hope. Hope for what? You couldn't understand. And you always understood everything.

You grit your teeth harshly.

With heavy reluctance, you grasped his outstretched palm, eyes widening by a fraction as he easily hauled you up to sit behind him, your skirts flowing off the side of his steed. Slowly, you placed your hands on his waist, not wanting to hold and be closer to him anymore than you already were.

"...Well, then," you father cleared his throat, stunned by what he had just witnessed, "Let's set off, shall we?" He tugged at his reigns, turning around and heading down the thin trail into the castle's forest. Karamatsu glanced back at you.

"Are you ready, Princess?"

"Just go already."

He chuckled softly in response, following behind the king. You wobbled in surprise at the sudden movement of the horse, gripping onto him just a tad bit tighter.

You peered around his broad shoulders, making sure that your father was out of earshot before you leaned up to his ear. You felt him shiver at the feeling of your warm breath hitting his skin. He tightened his hold on the reigns.

"Eh—?"

"Why purple? What do you have to be sorry for?"

out of the desire to be damned | prologue

✎ Prince!Jungkook x Servant!reader

smut ✗     |     angst ☁     |     fluff ♡     |     death/drugs/horror ⚠

pairing | Jungkook x reader

words | 1.319 words

summary | Dark times looms upon the risen Kingdom of Blackshire as one simple mistake might lead to the downfall of the whole nation. An illness as strong as the mere ocean waves gathered in one place, heading for their chance to bring down what’s left of the world.

After Jungkook, the future heir of Blackshire, refuses to let the life of his beloved mother be decided by the Gods above, he takes on the long journey in search of the only person he heard was able to heal the unhealable. But his adventure turns out to be a bigger challenge than he thought, after all, the blessing of a pure Goddess isn’t something you are able to obtain easily.

chapters | prologue | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine (finale) | epilogue

The far away lands were often described as the world’s secrets that don’t want to be discovered by anyone other than Gods and Goddesses themselves. They were considered the only ones that the magic let enter through the forbidden forest that led down a river to what everyone just heard was the land of opportunity. A land where fortune was on every step; where happiness was behind every tree; where lives mattered for the sake of the long-lasting youth that circled around the sky upon living forms.

Keep reading

wicked • 1

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader feat. Seokjin

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 4k

Previous | Next

Note: I’ve sat on this story for like 8 months and I still feel bad for posting but bYe I’m a hoe for e2l and I sure hope y’all are too bc gOd daYum

To be a princess, is that of obtaining and following duty whenever it calls. Whether you agree with it or not is of none concern to no one, even yourself to an extent. There were many times in your life when you could assume that, if you felt strong enough about a situation, eventually, your parents would sit you down and work something out that was, at the very least, comparable.

Those times were few and far in between as you often understood that you had to do things, even if you didn’t personally want to, from a young age that you could no longer remember. But still, to be told this. It was a laughable matter at the time, you were so shocked that you couldn’t even fully believe it, it was two years ago after all. But for the day to have finally come. 

For the little bubble you had sheltered yourself in, to pop.

It was laughable only at how pathetic you were, you had two years to prepare. And yet here you were, still in denial and even more bitter than before. You had cried, begged your parents for some other alternative, but low and behold, they could only look at you with pity in their eyes. After all, what good was a daughter outside of selling off in marriage?

“Mmm, is something wrong, my love?” Your heart beat had risen and your hands were a little too shaky, was it because you were naturally shy during such activities as these? Or was it the shame cast over you? This was the day you’d meet him, and you were currently in your room doing this. 

A hand tenderly stroked your face, cupping your cheek as he gently raised your chin to look at him, Seokjin’s face was soft as a finger traced your jawline, your lips had jutted a little and your expression strong in remorse, if you stared at him any longer the moment would be ruined by your tears, “I’m fine.” You mumbled, offering a weak smile that you were sure if Seokjin looked close enough he would be able to tell it was a lie for the sake of the moment. 

Your hands quickly got back to work to keep him from asking any questions, you didn’t want to talk about it. Nor did you want to be in this position either but when would be the next time you got to do this? If ever. 

Sexual favors were not something you were often inclined to do but Seokjin was an exception as he was your lover and originally, had things gone the way they should, you would be married off to Seokjin. But of course not, no, Penumbra had to frighten every nation in the world by threat of invasion. 

They had to be so cruel in their wars and battles, their soldiers and training, it was no match for anyone. No matter how many troops were sent, they were torn down one after the other by the highly skilled soldiers there. Penumbra was everyone’s worst nightmare, a nation so bitter and angry, they’d stop at nothing to seek vengeance on everyone who once destroyed their original nation of Seoul. 

They didn’t take mercy on children or women, they didn’t care about anything but their own. You wholeheartedly despised and stood against everything they were. And for your parents to look you in the eyes and say you’d have to marry their Prince. 

The Wicked Prince. 

Keep reading

prince charming | wonwoo au

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader genre: prince!wonwoo + fluff + princess!reader + modern royalty + cue in the angst later on too word count: 1k warnings: none

—– [01] , [02] , 

Weiterlesen

prince charming | wonwoo au

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader genre: prince!wonwoo + fluff + princess!reader + modern royalty + cue in the angst later on too word count: 1k warnings: none

— [01] , [02] , 

Weiterlesen

Charity (M) - Request

Summary: You’re a maid for the Crowned Prince of Busan, you’re in love with him, but you think he only uses you for charity, so one night at the new karaoke bar, you try your best to forget him, with the help of a stranger.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Prince AU, Smut, Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 16.1k

TW: swearing, drinking, thigh riding, unprotected sex, oral sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, face sitting, soft fluffy sex, 

You never really understood people’s fascination with ridiculing him. Sure, he was handsome and rich, but that’s so artificial and shallow, not everyone with money was an asshole. If they actually knew him, knew what he was like behind closed doors, how he acted when other people weren’t around, they might think differently, they would see it wasn’t just an act. But that’s why you were so thankful. In the moments you had him alone, he wasn’t the crowned prince of Busan, he was just Jimin. He was himself; the kind, sweet boy you’d grown to know and admire over the years.

Park Jimin. Where do you even begin to describe Park Jimin. He was born into a royal life, his father being the current standing king. He was raised in the castle; he had the finest tutors, the best food, received the best presents, and was taken care of by the best people in the country, but somehow, growing up with a literal silver spoon in his mouth didn’t affect who he was as a person. For as long as you’d know him, he had always been the sweetest, most genuine person you’d ever met. He cared about everyone. He was meant to be king.

Keep reading

concept;; prince!taehyung & prince!jungkook

summary;; they’re more than just enamored with you.

alternative title;; royal fuckboys!taehyung & jungkook

side notes;; here’s a little something I planned a few months back but never finished but now I found it again and I finished it uwu :-)

-

taehyung and jungkook were best friends—brothers, basically. although they’re really close, neither of them got together with the girls they dated or their flings. they’re what you’d call; royal fuckboys. indeed, these apparently angelic boys were nothing but wolves disguised as sheeps. they control it though—the flings. not habitual actually. but they have slept with a couple maidens from the village.

also dated a few princesses here and there but these boys are greedy and picky. none of them satisfy them, at all. they left them probably after barely a week of dating, having later to deal with a furious king(and on occasions, queen). dozens of maidens were left devastated. the princes gave them a taste and now they’re just itching for more.

but they’ve laid off the one night stands for a while. why? a fair maiden has caught both of their attention. and she’s got them bad. really bad. normally, no feelings should surface towards any maiden target—none at all was their motto. no strings attached. that was it. that’s how it always was and has ever been. but fuck, you’ve got them thirsting for it really bad.

you were a maiden in taehyung’s kingdom. good friends with him actually. not as close as he was with jungkook. though he never viewed you in a different way, when you returned from your studies abroad and payed your visits to the castle, his mindset did 360 degree spin. he realized how much he genuinely missed your visits to the castle, your stupid teasing on his fashion choices, your smile and fuck, on how much he’s been missing out on these past years.

he got to you first (by a lot) and presented jungkook as his best friend. but you already knew that. everyone did. at first, you had to admit, jungkook was a handsome man of many charms. fully equipped with visible and hidden ones.

he frequently visited to the castle ever since you could remember and each time, you managed to sneak a peek at the prince’s infamous best bud the whole kitchen staff blabbered about. curiosity got the best of you and you got your wish. every now and then, you’d coincidentally come across them conversing in the garden, or through the halls. and that gave you a solid idea of taehyung’s friend’s appearance.

unbeknownst you, jungkook took notice of your presence in these encounters. you seemed so pretty from afar he wondered each time how you’d look up close. a true beauty, he bet. your image was now implanted in his mind and he can’t shake it out. it’s like you draw him in the more he catches glimpses of you. interest now piqued but strangely enough, he opted to not ask taehyung about you. he needed to know more of you. one way or another.

here you were. standing in front of him in all your divine splendor. offering him a warm smile. so pretty and alluring. up close—it was a whole new experience.

as for taehyung, he was already infatuated with you. he didn’t want to be too straightforward about it. he didn’t want to make a wrong move on you and have you forever portray him as a sleazeball.

neither of them wanted this. they wanted to take things easy and wisely.

-

things escalated quickly. in the good way but, they weren’t prepared.

initially, you were the one who kissed taehyung so you made the brave move. and he gladly soften under your touch and melted in the sweetness of your kiss. he wasn’t at fault. was he not? clearly you wanted him and this. and he’s willing to make it memorable and certainly, not the last time it occurs.

jungkook strides silently along the main corridor, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water. he hears a faint call, coming from the opposite direction. where the main, master bedrooms were located. it’s a feminine cry. he wants to dismiss it, thinking it’s just in his head or that it’s actually taehyung trying to pull a prank on him. but he hears it again, this time it’s desperate.

he wanders towards the voice, and finds himself a few centimeters away from taehyung’s bedroom door, that’s strangely left ajar. weird since taehyung was the type to lock it before heading to bed.

“p-please!”

he halts, and his mind starts racing. along with his heart. was taehyung watching porn? it was the only rational explanation for what he hears. taehyung hasn’t been with a woman (well, not that he knows of) since they “retired” from their usual flings so it’s understandable that he takes care of his carnal desires, or needs, of you will. but jungkook can’t shake off the fact that something’s off.

the soft moans sound very familiar.

“t-tae, fuck, right t-there!”

it’s you. spread out below taehyung, who’s cock is nestled deeply within your warm walls. he stays peaking through the crack of the door, growing hard from watching. he doesn’t know what to do; leave and attempt to get some sleep while that image burns into the back of his head. or maybe stay and observe. and now, take care of his rising problem.

he had to be extra cautious. one careless moan slips from him and he’s caught in the lewd act.

jungkook’s hand is wrapped around the swollen head of his cock as he watches everything unfold. taehyung’s drilling into you with ardor precision, thumb rubbing your clit. jungkook focuses on you as he pumps the base of his cock. your whimpers and moans. so pretty and divine.

he pictures himself in taehyung’s position. draped over your body, pounding into you. or maybe fucking you with his tongue. he feels like you’d enjoy it all. and take it all. he smiles to himself, gnawing on his lower lip as he restrains a moan from carelessly slipping as he visualizes the scenarios.

it’s all so vivid and filthy; you pleading for mercy as jungkook takes you from behind, or maybe you’d rather enjoy it pressed up against the balcony’s railings, so that everyone in the kingdom could see how much of a minx you were.

he flicks his wrist as the image grows cruder. he swore he could hear your voice resonate within his mind, begging for more. the smell of sex filling the room. he veins of his arm protruded as he latched onto the door frame for support. he’s picked up his pace, and drawls a groan, your name rolling huskily off his tongue.

“jungkook?”

jungkook peeks into the room, and makes little to no eye contact with you though he knows you’re too fucked out to even bat an eyelash, even more so when taehyung’s cock is buried to the hilt inside of you. taehyung smirks at jungkook’s disheveled appearance; cock still rigid and red from a denied orgasm, locks in a mess and drenched in sweat and his cheeks flushed.

“hyung, I—,”

“won’t you join us?”

😳😳😳👀👀👀

Or prince!Mason and prince!Brett AU where they have to get married for the sake of their kingdoms and they both secretly have a crush on each other. But because they resent being paired up instead of finding true love they are totally jerks to each other at first

Forsaken

A/N: So this idea has been floating around in my head for a minute or two and I really want to write it down before I do nothing with it, so here you go. A Prince AU for my lovely followers.

           The night outside was dark and unforgiving.

           Many travelers had come from all over to witness tonight. The birth of an heir.

           The Queen had gone into labor earlier in the day and the palace had been deathly still. Everyone was holding their breaths. No one knew what the day was going to bring. All of the other children she had borne had been Princesses. However, the had either died of illness at birth, or had only made it only a few months before Death’s gentle caress touched their tender beings.

           Although, her majesty had been quite determined to have a son. She had taken all of the tonics brought to her. Done all that the woman of the village had suggested to her.

           ‘Eat this fruit at this time of day for this many weeks and you will bear a son.’

           She did all she was asked, and when the baby finally was born, she noticed a problem.

           It didn’t cry.

           The nursemaids were quick to take the baby away and clean it up, without even disclosing a gender to the panicked mother. It took three women to hold her down before she finally burst into tears.

           The child was a still born.

           And worst of all, he was a boy.

           The King looked at his wife sobbing into her hands, still covered in blood and afterbirth. He looked at the child she bore him, a pale little thing that was cleaned off and wrapped in the finest of tapestries that the kingdom could afford.

           “Yoongi,” he whispered to the small infant.

           He looked down at his child and noticed that his lips were tinged blue and his body was cold. The King picked up the baby and cradled the corpse in his arms. He bounced it as if it were a crying babe and held it close to his heart.

           The Queen watched in horror as her husband held onto their deceased child. She had failed yet again, and now he was suffering once more. The court had spoken more than once of sending her away, letting her live out her days in one of the castles by the shore of the sea and bringing in a concubine to give birth to an heir for the King.

           The King had refused this statement adamantly. He would either have a child with his Queen, or the Kingdom would die out. This was his decree, and so it was followed.

           She watched as her baby was brought to her, by the man she loved oh so dearly. His small features too perfect to explain. He was beautiful, there was no denying it. She had birthed such a beautiful child, yet, there was no life in his form. No blush in his cheeks. No tears in his eyes. She could hardly bare to look at him. But she had to, it was her child… Their child. A small babe that should be crying out to her, for her breast. Yet, the baby was silent. The Queen clung onto her husband’s hand, wanting nothing more than for her child to move.

           “He’s so perfect, my darling, you did wonderfully,” he whispered to her, kissing her sweaty forehead. Sobs wracked her body as she hid her face in the crook of his neck, begging for him to kill her. She wanted to be with all her children. She wanted to hold them in her arms and to love them like she was never able to. Especially her son. The one child that had made it through all of the moons, unlike any of his sisters. But here he was, still in their arms.

           “I’m so sorry, your highness. I have failed you again,” she whispered, grasping his wrist with what little strength she had left in her body after hours of labor. 

           “You have not failed me, my dear. It is fate that has failed me, the betrayer of all those who sneer in the face of his greatness. I will not let another one of our children be taken from us. I refuse,” he said, standing leaving the small bundle in his wife’s arms. “I am the King of Caravell, and our child will live.”

              The castle was quiet that night as she approached.

             The building loomed over her, but no anxiousness affected her. She had been summoned. 

              It had been years since she had entered the palace. The prior Kings and Queens banishing her from the land that she helped create. Although, the years had made her bitter against the throne. And a plan had devised in her head.

              The large doors of the Palace opened and she walked through without hesitation. It was a long awaited homecoming after all.

              The King was waiting for her with a small bundle in his arms. She had heard the Queen was with child again, and she knew that this one was going to pass just like the others. However, she didn’t know the gender. As she came closer, she saw the baby’s face. It was a boy, and he was dead.

              “Your Majesty,” she said with a flourish bowing before the King and the Prince.

              “Enough, I have summoned you for a reason,” he said. She straightened her back and looked at the King with a pointed gaze.

              “Apologies your Majesty, just trying to be formal. How may I be of service?”

              The King looked down at his child in his arms and reluctantly held him out to her. She embraced the child with glee and looked down at his beautiful features. He was perfection, she decided. His little nose sloped beautifully and his mouth was a small and delicate flower. The King was anxious, handing his only son over to someone so, treacherous.

             “Save him,” he demanded, looking at his child in her arms.

             “My King, how long has it been since the child has kissed death?” she asked, looking up in curiosity.

             “Not long, he was birthed just after dusk. Night is only now just falling upon the Kingdom. However, you have yet to answer my question. Can you save this child?” he questioned, looking down at his son with nothing but adoration. It made her sick how much affection he held for the dead child in her arms.

             “Then yes, I have a few spells in mind that could save your child. The Heir to your kingdom, but there will be a price,” she said, locking eyes with him. The King nodded and brought forward numerous amounts of gold and silver trinkets. Some embedded with jewels, glistening in the soft light of the candles that decorated the castle halls.

             But she wanted nothing that he offered.

             “You seem to misunderstand me your majesty, I do not want material items. There is a price to the spell that will bring your child back to the land of the living,” she said, looking at the precious bundle in her arms.

             She had never been graced with fertility, it was one of the reasons she chose to become who she was. A part of her sympathized with the Queen, wanting to have your child alive and breathing. But the Gods and spoken, and this child wasn’t meant to live. So came the sacrifices.

             “What is the price we must pay?”

             “Your child must take blood,” she started. The King’s face was confused.

            “I don’t understand what you mean?” She simply laughed and continued.

            “Your child must take blood from another in order to live. And he must take all of it,” she smiled at the idea. People would fear him for miles around. Finding a woman who would risk her life to stand by his side will be difficult. And, if you kill me, he will die as well,” she said with a dark smile casting over her features. “He’ll be a monster.”

           The King looked down at his child and then back up at the woman before him. “He’ll be our son, not a monster, he’ll be the ruler of this land and we will do everything we can to protect him. So I ask of you, please, save our child.”

 And with that, the story began.

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…  

Into Eternity - Part III

Guess who’s back with a new chapter that’s been written for like, six months and just never got around to typing it up? This girrrlllll. 

Ha ha... Sorry about that. 

Hopefully Owner will be continuing soon! Sorry for the long waits guys, but life is just so crazy right now. But I love what I do and don’t plan on stopping. So please enjoy!

DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE

~Don’t ask about updates thank you <3~

Jimin was floored. What were you doing here? And why?

Jimin looked towards the maid. “When did she arrive? And for what purpose,” Jimin asked, wondering why his wife would appear in front of all these lords and ladies. Who no doubt think you’re unfit to rule.

“She arrived minutes ago. She didn’t answer any questions brought to her, our ladies lead her to your room, Majesty,” the servant answered, keeping her head low out of respect.

“Trouble in paradise, hyung?” Jungkook teased. Taehyung promptly smacked him on the head while Jimin tried to think of why you were here.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered. “Go see her, find out what’s going on, we’ll talk later,” he said, grabbing Jungkook and leading him towards the map and charts at the back of the room.

“Take me to my wife,” Jimin declared. He gave one last look to his friends, who gave him a reassuring nod. A few other servants came to the door and began to lead him to his chambers. Jimin’s thoughts wandered to you. Why were you here and for what reason? He wanted you back at the palace to bond with the people, for the love of a Royal’s people is all they shall need. Or so his father stated. Something must have happened back home...

His parents wouldn’t have moved you so carelessly. Image was important right now, people were uproared at the impure bloodlines being introduced. However, you two had been promised to each other long ago... Fate had been cruel to both of you.

“Did anyone accompany her?”

“Father Kim Seokjin, Captain of the Royal Guard and Head of the Royal Archers Min Yoongi,” one answered. All of them were here?

Finally, he made it to his quarters. The servants opened the door and Jimin held his breath, waiting for a horrible sight to befall him...

---

You were sat in Jimin’s quarters, feeling nerves eating you up inside.

Would he be mad that you were here? Certainly once he knew the reason he would understand, Jimin wasn’t unreasonable.  

“You’re looking rather pale, are you feeling okay?”

Jin’s question woke you from your daze.

“You know, you didn’t have to come with me. I’m sure I would’ve been alright,” you mumbled.

“There’s a reason the Queen sent us with you,” Namjoon stated.

“What’s the reason?”

Everyone was quiet. You rolled your eyes in irritation. That had been their response the whole way here, that the Queen demanded they go with you. That it was important you weren’t alone. Why didn’t anyone tell you anything? As future ruler, didn’t you have a right to know what was going on? The breeze rolled across the country side, pushing the grass down and revealing the Earth underneath. Watching nature in action soothed your frustration, putting you into a state of sadness instead. The grass moving in such a way reminded you of a childhood robbed and a life that was only given for one purpose.

To make an heir.

They had only selected you because of your beauty... You were just a factory for them to make another Royal... After that, what purpose did you serve? You weren’t expected to raise the heir, that could be passed on to the maids and nannies.

It was exactly as it was when you were a child. Shut up in a room where you were to wait until you had a purpose. Now, you were holed up in just a nicer looking castle, being told to sit and behave. The current Queen would never be treated with such disrespect. You were just a nice decoration for the Royal family to use at their discretion.

You felt a hand on yours that jolted you from your thoughts. You lifted your eyes to see Jin, looking at you with concern on his face. “Are you alright, dear? You’ve gotten rather pale,” he said.

A sigh escaped you as you turned your head back out to the grounds below. “I’m fine, thank you,” you offered as you adjusted your skirts, a nervous habit that you’d picked up.

“Y/N,” he said in a soothing tone before squeezing your hand gently. “Are you alright? Ever since we got into the carriage you’ve been distant... I don’t know why they brought us here but-”

The door opened and Jimin rushed in, distress evident in his features. Your party jumped at the intrusion, Namjoon even placing his hand on his sword in a warning position. Jimin disregarded everyone as he approached you, taking your hands and kneeling to the ground before you.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Why are you here, are you alright?” he asked, touching your cheek and scanning your body for any signs of injury. You placed your hands on his and pulled them away from your frame. Jimin tried to hide his hurt expression, but you caught the tick in his jaw.

“I’m alright, you seem to be more upset than I,” you commented.

“Then what are you doing here? I can’t figure out why you’d be here...” He trailed off, looking towards his guards in confusion.

“The Queen sent her here, your majesty,” Namjoon said, a dark expression passing over his face. Jimin looked to you then to Namjoon, standing.

“Did my mother send anything with you?” he asked, looking towards your traveling companions with interest.

“Only a verbal message, sire,” Yoongi said, approaching. “It was as follows: There was a sighting, roughly twenty miles from the palace walls. They’re becoming bolder, take Y/N to Jimin and keep her there until I’ve sent someone to collect them.”

Jimin swallowed thickly.

“Her majesty sent Y/N-”

“Lady Y/N, Namjoon, don’t be rude to your future Queen,” Jin reminded.

“Excuse me your highness, Lady Y/N was sent here by the Queen so she know you and her are both safe,” Namjoon explained.

“Safe,” Jimin started. “Safe from what?” He looked towards Jin with hopes of an answer, but Jin simply shook his head and looked out the window.

Jimin seemed to take his silence as an answer.

“Is she positive?” Jimin asked, looking at his friends for confirmation. Namjoon and Yoongi both nodded their heads, causing Jimin to rub his face in concern. “What did Hoseok say?”

Hoseok? Who was Hoseok?

“He was the one who made the suggestion to the Queen to have Lady Y/N moved here. He’ll want a word with you the moment he returns,” Namjoon stated.

“Who is Hoseok?” You asked, looking around for an answer, although everyone else seemed less interested in your questions.

“If Hoseok had her moved then it must be serious,” Jimin noted, the other men agreed.

“As wild as he can be, he is no fool,” Jin stated.

“Why are they becoming so unruly, thirty of my archers couldn’t hit them... And these are some of my best men,” Yoongi growled in displeasure.

“Why am I here?” you asked, directing the question towards Jin hoping for an answer. However, you were snubbed again. Frustration bubbled in your throat.

“Perhaps we need to instill the old ways again, that was the best way of dealing with an outbreak in the past,” Namjoon suggested. Jimin shook his head. The frustration quickly turned to rage that boiled in your chest like a pot left to simmer. They were acting as if you weren’t even there. Just a women, you couldn’t possibly understand. Too much for a lady.

“We need to inform Taehyung and his guards. We also need to have Hoseok return as soon as possible,” Jimin ordered. Yoongi made a note and the four-way conversation continued.

“May God be with us all, Jin said, looking at the table with grim feature.

“Excuse me?” you said, wanting to ask a few questions, just so you had a better handle on the situation at hand.

“Just a moment, Y/N,” Jin silenced you.

“But I’d really like to-”

“Please have patience,” Jin cut you off again.

“But-”

“My Lady, please,” Yoongi intervened.

“I would like-”

“Y/N let us think,” Jimin spoke up.

“NO!” You screamed, standing up so hard that your chair fell backwards with the force of your outburst.

The room went silent and all of the men looked at you in shock. Women weren’t supposed to speak out of turn against anyone, especially not men. Even more so, their husbands.

“Y/N, sit down, please,” Jin whispered, taking your hand.

“No,” you said again, ripping your hand from his. “I’m tired of sitting here like a doll with no opinion. I have a right to know what’s going on in this Kingdom. Who are these people you are talking about? Why has the Queen had me moved here? Who is Hoseok? What the hell is going on?!” You shouted. Your chest was heaving from anger...

Your rage had unfortunately gotten the better of you. You knew you shouldn’t have spoken out against them, but you were the future Queen, you have a duty.

“Y/N, I didn’t want to tell you because the stress wouldn’t be good for your health. I know how fragile you can be,” he attempted to sooth you. However, he did the exact opposite.

“Fragile? You think me to be fragile? If I am so fragile, easy to break, then why am I being trusted with this Kingdom? If I am so fragile, then I surely cannot bear young for you. What is my purpose to you if I am so fragile, you majesty,” you growled the last statement.

Jimin was shocked to say the least. No one had ever spoken to him like this. He wasn’t sure if he liked it either. You were his wife, were you allowed to speak to him that way? Dare you speak to him that way?

“Y/N, you don’t need to concern yourself with this,” he dismissed you. A scoff came from your mouth before you could stifle it.

“My Lady please, enough,” Jin warned.

“No one listens, no one ever has,” you whispered, a single tear dripping down your cheek. Jin quickly stood up and wiped your tear away, not before Jimin saw, however.

“My dear, this has all been a lot for you. Let’s go for a walk, clear your head and get some air?” Jin asked, approaching you.

“No,” you said softly. “I want to be alone, since that's all I’m ever going to be,” you breathed, accepting the truth for what it was.

“Y/N, be reasonable,” Jin tried, reaching for your hand.

“Don’t touch me,” you snarled. Jin shyed back as you walked towards Jimin and stood before him. “If you truly don’t think I need to know, then I can accept that. But imagine if I was pregnant, with your child,” you said, grabbing his hand and placing it on your stomach. “Would you tell me then? I implore you, think about it,” you said, before walking out of the room and down the stairs. Leaving the men bewildered.

---

Jimin couldn’t tear his eyes away from his hand while everyone discussed in the large banquet hall. The way you spoke out against him was absolutely disrespectful. However, your statement had adhered to his train of thought. He would’ve told you everything if you were pregnant. Because he would’ve been worried for the child inside of you. But what about you? You were still a person as well... His wife and the future Queen. The mother of his future child... Hopefully...

You were right, you needed to know.

“Your majesty, are you alright?” Namjoon asked, looking towards Jimin, worried.

“Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts. Please, proceed,” he said. But he knew he was wrong.... He owed you an apology.

---

The night air blew across your face calmly as you lead out over the railing of your balcony. The moon shone over the land, making you smile softly as the familiar sight brought peace to your tormented soul.

A large forest was to the west of the grassland before the palace, and you longed to go outside and run around in the moonlit forest of the night. A dream of yours from childhood you carried into adulthood. You could see it, the way the moon made the leaves on the trees turn silver and how time seemed to stop. There were no responsibilities, just you and nature. You and freedom...

“I like seeing you smile.”

Jimin’s voice carried, causing you to turn around. You were only in your night dress and a robe, hardly appropriate attire to be seeing him in.

“Thank you your majesty,” you said in a cold tone. Jimin winced at the name and came forward out onto the balcony with you.

“I need to apologize to you,” he started. “Although, you were also wrong for speaking out against your Prince and husband... I see that I have upset you greatly, and you gave me much to think about,” he began, leaning against the railing with you.

“I’m sorry for speaking out, I should have broached the subject with more tact... However, I let my anger get the better of me... Not very becoming of a future Queen,” you said, biting your lip. Unconsciously you began to fidget with the skirt of your night dress, causing it to pull up your leg slightly.

“I accept your apology, now I have much to apologize for,” he said, turning to you. You turned as well, facing him. “I haven’t been the most attentive husband, and I will regret that in the coming future. But I don’t wish to continue the way we have been... It feels as though we are walking on thin ice when near each other, I feel this is due to not knowing one another... At least, not as much as a husband and wife should,” he began.

As much as a husband and wife should...? Does he mean? He wants to become intimate with you? So soon?

“I agree,” you said, pulling on your skirt a bit more.

Jimin was slightly shocked. He thought you were going to put up another cold front in his face when trying to broach the subject of becoming closer. He really did want to know everything about you, it was the least he could do.

“Really? You wouldn’t be uncomfortable doing so?”

“No, quite the contrary. We should have discussed this sooner,” you stated. Jimin nodded and took your hands.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so cold towards you. It wasn’t my intention to push you away. I’ve never been good with, uh, women. I’d like to be friends with you, and if not friends, then allies. I want - no - I need you on my side, always,” he stated.

“You’ll have me on your side. It’s a sensitive topic to discuss. I didn’t want to push it, distance was expected,” you reassured.

“I’m so glad you aren’t upset with me... I’ve been fretting about it,” he mentioned. Of course he was worrying about it. Producing an heir was no small feat. There was a lot that went into it. Besides him into you.

“There’s no need to worry about it, we’ll do this together,” you affirmed, squeezing his hands in yours. Jimin smiled brightly. You were taken off guard for a moment. In the time you’d been with Jimin, you weren’t sure if you’d ever seen that look on his face. He eyes seemed to disappear into two little moons... Much like the moon you love so dearly. You came to the conclusion that you loved that look on Jimin’s face.

“I’m elated that you feel that way,” Jimin said, relief evident in his voice.

Although, now what did you do? Certainly you don’t make the first move... Do you?

“So, shall we... get to bed?” you asked, looking towards the room with anxiety. Jimin nodded and began heading back inside. You followed, a chill running down your spine for a moment.

Quickly, you turned and looked towards the forest. A flash of orange light disappeared into the darkness of the night. Jimin noticed you still on the balcony, coming back out to collect you. His hand on your lower back startling you.

“Oh!” You gasped, turning and bumping into his front. Jimin’s hand relaxed on your back, a calm grin coming over his face.

You lost time for a moment. The moon’s silvery beams cascaded over his shoulders, bathing him in starlight that took your breath away.

Jimin was equally affected. The cool air of the night had brought a blush to your cheeks and your eyes gleamed in the bright tones of the night. A churning sensation pulsed in his stomach, and confusion bit at his throat. He needed to get away to gather himself.

“You’ll catch a cold out here, come inside dear,” he insisted, pushing you back towards the bedroom. You snuck another glimpse over your shoulder, before relenting and going back inside the room.

Jimin latched the windows, preparing to close the curtains as well.

Your clothes were just in the way, should you take them off? Or should you wait and let Jimin disrobe you...? Did Jimin even want you naked for this?

This was your first time, you didn’t know the proper etiquette for the situation. It certainly couldn’t be Jimin’s first time. A hot-blooded man? A virgin? You didn’t want to make yourself laugh at this moment.

He was preparing to turn around. What if he was expecting you naked by that time?

Panic rushed through you. Quickly, you disrobed. Your dressing gown falling to the floor, your night dress soon following after.

“Well, I’m going to take my leave for the night- uh... Y/N...?”

You shut your eyes and tensed up, trying to keep your hands from covering yourself.

The room was deathly quiet. You could hear a pin drop, the curtains shift, the sound of your heart thrumming in your chest.

Why wasn’t he doing something? Shouldn’t he be taking the lead on this?

“W-Well?” You asked.

Jimin was floored. So many thoughts running through his head. Your breasts looked so soft and supple, skin smooth and shining in the candle light. Your lips were red from your teeth worrying them. You were nervous... It was obvious to him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, more confused than anything.

“What do you mean? Y-you’ve been talking about making an heir tonight, correct? That’s why you came in?”

Jimin shook his head frantically. “No! No no, my dear. Like I said, I came to apologize for my behavior earlier in the evening. However, you began to agree with me so I assumed we were thinking of similar situations. I’m sorry if I made you believe otherwise,” he stated.

“So, you don’t want to, uh, make an heir tonight?” you confirmed.

“Right now isn’t the best time to bring a child into the world It wouldn’t be safe, not yet...” Jimin said, a dark look casting over his face.

Embarrassment flooded you, causing you to drop to the floor in an attempt to gather your clothing back. Trying to save a shred of dignity.

You heard the floorboard creak and you winced at the sound. Had he decided against his statement? His urge for you growing too much.

Warmth enveloped you, causing you to open your eyes. Fabric cascaded down your body, covering your maidenhood with silk. You looked up and stared at jimin in confused. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. He looked tired, very tired. You wrapped the robe around yourself in a hurried manner before moving to sit next to him.

It was silent for a few moments before you spoke. “Jimin,” you said, using his name. “I need answers,” you demanded.

“I suppose you do,” he concede, lifting his head from his hands. “Y/N, I’m going to tell you everything, but in return I want something from you,” he asked, turning to look you in the eyes.

“It depends on what I am promising?” Jimin gave a soft smile at your response.

“Promise you’ll be patient with me and support me where you can. I need you to be with me in this life. If you can do that, I’ll do whatever I can for you in return,” he pledged.

You sighed and took his hands, placing them in your lap. You were silent, simply holding his hands. “Jimin, I made those promises when I married you. Don’t fear, for I will always be by your side. In this life, and even the next if the stars permit. You aren’t a bad person, I feel as though fate brought us together for a reason... For what I don’t know, but I’m not one to question fate. But I beg of you, tell me the truth,” you said.

“They were people once,” he began. “However, darkness has made a place inside of their souls. The practice of black magic has been outlawed in the Kingdoms for years, however they still manage the heinous act. Slaughtering and stealing to appease their demonic suppliers. You see, black magic has a price... It must always be fed, never stopping or slowing down, for risk of punishment. There is always a price that must be paid at the end, no one escapes it either. These people, things rather, always hunger for more. It’s a ravenous appetite that never seems to be quenched. My great grandparents found a way to appease their voracious hunger at first, although eventually they craved more than what the Royals would give.”

“Namjoon said something about the old ways, is that what he was talking about?”

“He was speaking of the appeasement my great grandparents practiced. However if it stopped working over sixty years ago, I doubt it would keep them at bay now. My great Grandfather took his best men into battle and slaughtered them. Hardly any of them were left alive... And if they were, they were sent to the church to be dealt with. After that, it seemed as though our toils were over. Until this afternoon when you arrived here. They must know my father is ill. They are sick and vile beings, praying on the weak and elderly. They are far too cowardly to attack someone stronger than themselves.”

“Jimin,” you start. “You call them, they. Do they have a name?”

“We call them the forsaken. They have been abandoned by us, by God, by their own mothers in the forest beyond the Kingdom. Now, my mother sends word that there have been sightings of them near our palace. The walls surrounding my home, our home. They are supposed to keep us safe, and yet my mother sends you here... For protection. Something terrible is coming, my dear, they are coming. We aren’t ready for them, but, for right now... There is peace, and I am going to cling onto that peace until there is nothing left for my nails to dig into... I want so desperately to tell you that there is nothing on this planet that can harm you, but that is a fools promise. However, I can promise you this,” he said, grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest. “I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. You are my wife, and my future Queen. I want you to be happy with me. I don’t ever want you to do something because you feel an obligation to do so... What you said earlier about carrying our child made me think. I would have told you, but I realize you are more than just a means to produce a child... You are your own person and I want to take care of you... And I want to be happy with you,” he whispered the last part. You felt a small smile make it’s way to your lips.

“Jimin?” you tried, wanting him to look at you. Once his eyes met yours you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. He gave a soft grin and looked down to his knees. “I want us to be happy together as well. And I think that is highly possible. You are not a bad person, as I said before. Trust me, and work with me. Tell me the truth always. And believe in me, forever,” you said.

Jimin nodded. “That seems more than reasonable. But,” he said, raising to his feet. “It’s been a long day for you, and for me. So, I am going to retire for the evening,” he announced, heading towards the door.

You launched up so fast you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his wrist. Jimin looked down to your hand then to your face.

“You don’t have to go,” you said. “We’re married, it’s more than appropriate for us to share a bed,” you said with a blush on your cheeks.

“For confirmation sake, we are just sleeping, correct?”

You laughed lightly. “Yes, just sleeping,” you confirmed. You crawled into bed and pulled the covers back and buried yourself in their warmth. You heard Jimin removing his clothes, surely a peak would be alright?

Over the covers you peaked at your husband. He still had his pants on, but he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You watched as more of his skin was revealed to you. It felt wrong, but you couldn’t help but stare. It was the first time you’d seen a man in this state of undress.

Eventually, Jimin came to bed. Clad in a dressing gown and some underclothes he got into the other side of the bed.

The two of you laid there in silence for a few minutes, unable to fall asleep.

Finally, you couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Jimin,” you said quietly.

“Yes?” you hear him answer back.

“You can touch me, I won’t be offended or uncomfortable...”

“Um...”

“Of course you don’t have to either, I don’t want either of us to be uncomfortable in this situation. It is all rather new and I don’t want to push any sort of boundaries that we might-oh!”

Jimin had wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his front, encasing you in a blanket of warmth.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his breath sending goosebumps raging across your skin. You nodded, not trusting your voice at that moment. “Good night, Y/N... Thank you for trusting me,” he said.

“Thank you for telling the truth,” you said, voice wavering.

Comfortable silence fell over the two of you, and the night and promise of sleep lured you into the waiting darkness...

Into Eternity - Part IV (m)

Holy shit, I’m alive???

Here’s a new chapter to prove that this story actually has smut in it.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Prince Jimin, Adventure, Drama, Smut, Angst

Words: 7,094 (Longest chapter ever, opps)

Summary: You would be his, into eternity.

The morning sun shone through the curtains in your room. Jimin was gone, probably left earlier to dress for breakfast. You stood up and stretched, letting the feeling of fatigue leave you for the time being. Last night had you feeling different. As if for the first time in your marriage, something sparked. You felt closer to Jimin as a person and not as the Prince of this land. That idea comforted you.

You stood up and wrapped yourself in your dressing gown, going out onto the balcony once again. There, on the balcony, was your husband. Stood in the beautiful morning glow, peering down at the land below him. His blonde hair billowing in the breeze. A soft, white dress shirt adorned his frame. Jimin was facing the fields, looking at how long they went on for. Perhaps, if he thought and wished hard enough, they could go on forever. A dream land where the beautiful rows of flowers never ended and it was just him, free to be whomever. Not a Prince, not a ruler, but just Jimin.

Just himself.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him with sleep still in your eyes. The wind came and blew the flower petals up and off of their original homes. You watched as they swirled through the air and wrapped around Jimin’s face, one landing on his head in the perfect spot.

You couldn’t help the giggle that came through was louder than intended. Jimin turned quickly, seeing you and relaxing.

“Good morning,” he offered, watching as you came closer. You smiled, standing next to him and peering over the fields as well.

“It was nice to sleep in the same bed last night, wasn’t nearly as lonely as I am used to,” you said, leaning over the railing. Jimin watched as you leaned over and basked in the sights before you. What you didn’t know was your dressing gown was coming undone, and your nightgown was on full display. You paid little attention, however Jimin had never been more focused.

Your smooth skin was being revealed to him in such a tantalizing way. You weren’t meaning to show him this much, but some part of you wasn’t stopping it either.

Although, Jimin’s mind was highly confused at the slowly stiffening member in his pants. You were a woman... He was fairly certain his preferences laid with men... However, since you’ve come into his life, Jimin hadn’t been particularly sure of anything.

“I’m sorry to have been neglecting you, I don’t wish for you to feel lonely,” he apologized, turning to look out at the scene with you.

“Not neglecting, keeping your distance for the time being. I understand and am not offended... It was nice though, to have you with me last night,” you said, a blush creeping into your cheeks.

“Y/N,” he said, turning to look at you.

“Mhmm?” you asked, hair blowing in your face and falling back into place soon after. Jimin hadn’t seen something like that before. So elegant yet not on purpose. You were a sight to behold in the morning. Sleep still evident in your features, but, not making you seem undesirable or ‘gross.’

Your hair blew in the breeze framing your face, a relaxed expression sitting upon your features.

“I’d very much like to learn more about you, as my wife and as a person,” he suggested, looking for any unsavory emotions related to his statement.

“What would you like to know?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, what is your favorite pastime?” he asked. You smiled.

“I know I should say reading or needle point, but I really don’t have the patience for those things,” you sighed, rubbing your arms. “I truly love being outside and adventuring as childish as it may sound. However, since I am a bit more prone to ailments, mother always kept me inside and away from any kind of adventure... That doesn’t mean I couldn’t sneak out here and there,” you smiled.

“I can see you doing something along those lines,” Jimin chuckled. The wind came through again and you inhaled deeply.

“I love flowers, it doesn’t matter what kind. Any of them would please me,” you stated, looking at the field below with adoration. Jimin decided that look on your face was his favorite. Utter joy, simply brought to you by flowers.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he said.

“And-”

“Your Majesty!” Namjoon’s voice rung out through the room as he barged in. His loud boots gave away his path, as it directed towards the very balcony you found yourself scantily clad upon. You jumped in shock and attempted to cover yourself. Jimin wrapped his arms around you protectively and hid your frame from the oncoming barrage.

“Namjoon!” Jimin growled, giving him a deadly glare. Namjoon hadn’t even made it to the balcony yet and he was already slowing in his path.

“Your Highness, I have a message of the utmost importance-”

“You are being extremely uncouth, Namjoon! My wife is in a state of undress, and these are our quarters. Leave, before I make you,” he said, keeping a firm grip on you.

“Oh! My apologies Lady Y/N, your majesty... P-Please do hurry, it is of grave importance,” Namjoon stated before rushing out of the room. Jimin sighed and undid his arms from around your body.

“I’m terribly sorry, my dear, he doesn’t think before he acts. I’ll make sure that he is spoken to about it,” Jimin apologized before grabbing your dressing gown and tying it tightly around your body, giving you some modesty to preserve.

“You should go,” you said, giving a soft smile.

“I want you to come with me,” he stated, holding your wrist in his hands.

“Once I dress, I’ll be with you promptly,” you assured. “Now, Namjoon wouldn’t barge in for no reason. I’m sure whatever it may be requires your attention. I shouldn’t keep it all for myself,” you teased.

“Please have haste, I’ll see you soon,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your head before heading out of the room. A small smile fell upon your lips and you moved to get dressed.

* * *

Jimin walked the halls of Taehyung’s palace, following the carpet to the war meeting room. Per Namjoon’s request, he was quick. Although, he couldn’t keep his mind off of you. How you looked in the soft morning light and how his heart raced when you spoke of flowers... You were a mystery beginning to unfold, and Jimin couldn’t wait to know more about you.

Entering the room, Jimin couldn’t shake the small grin on his face. Until he saw his friends bloodied and exhausted.

“Jungkook, Taehyung! Are you alright?” Jimin asked, swarming them and looking at their injuries. Maids hurried about, working on their patients. Namjoon approached Jimin and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“An ambush. Attacked the guardsmen in the night, we aided in their fight... But we took heavy losses. Yoongi says it was planned, must’ve been planning it for months now. And when finding out you and your wife were here, what better an opportunity to overthrow the unprepared guard and get right to you,” Namjoon stated.

“How many dead?” Jimin asked, looking around the room.

“So far? Twelve, although I fear the count may go higher,” Namjoon said with his head faced towards the floor.

“Where is Father Jin?” Jimin asked, wondering if the Priest faired well in the conflict. You’d be upset if he was taken from you.

“Safe, currently praying over our deceased. Giving them their last rights as heros for the Kingdom,” Namjoon explained.

“Good,” Jimin sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Majesty?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes?” Jimin responded.

“W-What happened last night, with you and Lady Y/N? You didn’t return to your quarters until early this morning and we were all worried something might have happened to you!”

Taehyung and Jungkook suddenly turned very atenntive.

Jimin could feel their curiosity flaring.

“Oh, really... Majesty, are you and your wife becoming closer?” Jungkook questioned, grinning madly. Jimin felt his throat tighten.

“What my wife and I do when the public isn’t watching doesn’t concern you,” Jimin warned. Jungkook pouted at being shut out by his elder, but remained silent.

“So-”

“I am here to announce, Lady Y/N Bride to our Royal Highness Prince Jimin and future Queen of our kingdom,” a male voice shouted through the hall.

You walked forward and gave Jimin a soft smile. Turning you thanked your announcer and made your way to your husband. Jimin gave you a soft bow before taking your hand comfortably. You then turned to everyone with concern. Kneeling in front of Taehyung and Jungkook you looked at their wounds.

“Are you in pain?” you asked, examining their bandages. Jimin gave them a nod and they began to chat like excited children.

“I’m fine, but I don’t know about hyung,” Jungkook teased. Taehyung scoffed and poked him in the rib, making a very unattractive squak come out of him. “Ow!” Jungkook whined. Taehyung snickered and Jimin just shook his head.

“What happened?” you questioned, looking at Jimin for answers. Your husband walked forward and kneeled next to you.

“An attack, the Forsaken came in the night and attacked the castle,” Jimin explained without hesitation. Taehyung and Jungkook looked at each other in shock. The future King had just responded to a direct question with no formalities used.

“How many have passed?” you asked again. Taehyung and Jungkook were exchanging looks between each other. Namjoon and Yoongi had taken notice as well. Jimin normally wasn’t this conversational with you.

“Namjoon told me that 12 had passed, that’s where Father Jin is,” Jimin said. You nodded and stood up, looking around.

“Was it an ambush? These wounds and the variations seems to be consistent with those of an attack with no real organization,” you noted. Namjoon looked to Yoongi for some kind of explanation, but his elder expressed just as much confusion to the situation.

“Exactly,” Jimin approved. You smiled and then went to the nurses and asked for supplies to help in aiding the soldiers.

“Your Highness,” Namjoon and Yoongi both bowed.

“Yes?” Jimin responded, turning to them without letting you out of his sight.

“A-A report came in from Hoseok,” Yoongi said, holding the telegram out for the Prince to take. Jimin did so, unraveling the parchment with delicate fingers.

“I see, the Queen misinterpreted their strategy. They aren’t wanting to rush me into the throne... they’re trying to ensure the throne dies off. If it did so, the Kingdom could fall into ruin,” Jimin whispered, gazing off into the fields below.

“Highness?” Your voice rang out throughout the hall, clear as a bell. Jimin turned his head and gave you his attention.

“Yes?”

“If it was an ambush, then we should be prepared for another attack. We know not the impact it had on their troops, yet we’ve shown all our cards. We should regroup and think of defensive strategies,” you suggested.

Yoongi and Namjoon stood shocked. Jimin thought for a moment. “You make valid points. Taehyung, Namjoon? What are your thoughts on the matter?” Jimin asked.

“A defensive strategy would keep us from losing more men outright with front facing combat,” Namjoon rationalized.

“Although we were on the defense this past attack and we have nothing to show for it,” Taehyung reminded.

“However this was an ambush, not an expected battle,” Jimin stated. “I’d like to see an increase of the guard around preliminary entrances. As well as partners systemically being placed in weak points of the walls. Yoongi, I’d like your archers set in locations where hand to hand combat is difficult. Jungkook, your swordsmen will be most effective around the palace. Make sure shifts are being handled dutifully,” Jimin ordered.

You watched as everyone tuned into Jimin's strategy. He was very thorough about positioning and ensuring security around high ticket places on the grounds.

“It’ll be done your Highness,” Namjoon said, Boeing his head.

“Wonderful,” Jimin announces with a clap of his hands. “I think I’ll take a walk in the gardens. Y/N, care to join me?” He asked, reaching his hand out for yours.

You paused, looking at his warm palm with something similar to elation. Right before you placed your hand in his, a soft prick was felt in your neck.

“Ah,” You hissed, holding your neck and feeling something protruding from your skin. Carefully, you pulled the object out, holding it in front of your face. However, it was all becoming very blurry.

“Y/N?” Jimin questioned, coming closer.

“I-I... something’s not...” you whispered before hurtling towards the ground in a heap.

“Y/N!” Jimin cried, falling to his knees and gathering you in his arms.

Nurses rushed over and examined your frame, checking your pulse and the object that had caused the fainting spell. Namjoon ordered men to search the perimeter and Jungkook had his swordsmen to scout the palace.

“Y/N! Wake up, can you hear me?” Jimin pleaded, shaking you gently in his hold.

His heart thudded dangerously against his ribcage as he gazed down at your flushed frame. A Nurse took your hand in hers and found your pulsepoint, assuring the Prince that you were still alive.

“She’s breathing, and her pulse is still strong,” she stated.

“Y/N,” he whispered, holding your face in his hands.

He wasn’t sure why, but it was all he could do to keep himself from crying.

Why was he so scared?

The memory of you on the balcony that morning. How beautiful you appeared to him, and how frightened he was now... The thought of you being harmed in anyway taking the shape of an ugly beast named Fear.

Much to Jimin’s relief, Father Jin was brought in soon after the incident. Considering his extensive knowledge on herbal remedies.

Jimin had carried you to an empty guest room, holding your hand as he waited for answers. Taehyung and Jungkook stood behind the Prince, wishing to ease his worries.

Namjoon and Yoongi stood by the door, ensuring that no one would disturb you.

Father Jin checked your pulse, then your eyes.

“Her pupils are extremely dilated,” he noted.

“Is that bad?” Jimin questioned, gripping Taehyung hand on his shoulder.

“No, not particularly. Are we sure she isn’t fainting due to her menstruation?” Jin asked. Jimin blushes and shook his head.

“S-She’s not nearly as ravenous as she is when she’s bleeding,” he commented. Jungkook made an odd face, one Taehyung chuckled at.

“Perhaps she’s experiencing fainting spells due to a child?” Taehyung teased.

“She could be. Pregnancy is strenuous on a woman’s body. Jimin have you and Lady-“

“No, no we haven’t. I’m, uh... well she,” Jimin scrambled, looking for words.

You felt a pounding in your head when you opened your eyes. Slowly, your vision began to adjust.

But it was so hot...

“She’s opening her eyes!” Jungkook announced with a grin.

“Y/N!” Jimin gasped, holding your hand to his cheek. You gave a weak smiled before swallowing thickly.

“W-warm,” you croaked, feeling your throat scratching with each attempt at breathing. Jimin was on his feet in seconds, going to get you water. Jin replaced his position and felt your forehead.

“You are running a slight fever, but nothing to be concerned about,” Jin commented. Jimin came over with the water. Jin aided in propping you up against the pillows so you could drink. Lifting the glass to your lips, Jimin seemed to regain some of the color in his face.

Taking your time, you swallowed mouth fulls of cool liquid. It eased some of the burn in your throat, however you were still incredibly hot.

“I feel... hot...” you panted, fanning yourself with your hand. Jin eyed you curiously.

“You are a little warm, but it’s nothing I would worry about. You said you’re feeling hot?” he asked. You nodded frantically.

“Would opening the window help?” Jimin asked. Your body physically shuddered at the sound of his voice. You wanted him closer... Closer...

“Jimin,” you whined, gripping the sheets underneath your fingers tight.

“Yes?” he asked, sitting on the bed. Faster than you could rationalize, your arms were around Jimin’s neck. And before either of you could blink your lips were against his. Yoongi and Namjoon lunged forward, thinking it was attack against their Prince. But Jungkook managed to keep them back, however laughter peeled from his lips as he watched the scene before him. Taehyung was in a similar state, chuckling as he watched you kiss Jimin without much restraint. Jin, however, was scandalized.

“Oh my! Y/N!” he chastised, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you to sit back against the pillow. You looked at Jimin, his lips slightly damp from your kiss and you wanted to keep going. More and more until you couldn’t remember anything but him...

“W-why am I? I’m sorry,” you gasped, trying to get ahold of your mental stability. Jimin sat at the end of the bed, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Let me see the object that was in her neck again,” Jin demanded, standing from his position next to you. Yoongi produced the small wooden stick and gave it to Jin without hesitation. Father Jin was silent as he examined the small coin sized item.

Your heart was racing and you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off Jimin. You wanted him more than anything in the world. The two of you had agreed that now wasn’t the time for a child, but God you wanted to try for one so badly. You wanted everything he had to give you if it meant this heat would go away.

“Father, I don’t want to rush you,” Taehyung started. “But I feel like Lady Y/N’s patience is wearing thin.” Jin nodded.

“I know I’ve seen this somewhere before, but it’s been a long time... Before I was found again by God,” he whispered.

“Perhaps I should leave,” Jimin suggested, standing up and heading towards the door.

“No!” you cried, almost jumping out of the bed. Everyone moved, Taehyung to block Jimin. Namjoon and Yoongi to close in on you.

“Hold on! Don’t touch her!” Jin warned as Yoongi and Namjoon got a little too close. Jimin peaked his head out from behind Taehyung to watch the proceedings.

“Why not?” Namjoon asked. “You did.”

“A man of God is different,” he stated simply.

“Why can’t we touch her?” Taehyung restarted.

“I know what was on this dart,” Jin answered.

“Dart?” Jimin echoed, moving closer to you.

“Jimin,” you whispered, holding your stomach. “It hurts... It’s too hot in here,” you whimpered. Jimin bit his lip, obviously concerned for your well being. However, also cautious of the situation.

“The Forsaken have mastered the art of potions and posions,” Jin warned.

“Poison?” Jimin whispered.

“What?” you croaked, feeling heat rush down your spine at the sound of Jimin’s voice.

“Potion is what I think happened here,” Jin eased all of your minds with his statement.

“So she isn’t going to die?” Taehyung asked.

“Well... Not from being poisoned, but of... uh...” Jin rubbed his neck awkwardly. Jimin moved forward and approached Father Jin with a serious look on his face.

“What is going to happen to her? Will she be alright?”

You were certain your blush faded into your heat flushed cheeks.

“Look at her right now, tell me what’s wrong with her,” Jin offered.

“She looks warm,” Namjoon offered.

“I am,” you huffed, fanning yourself. Trying to resist the urge to disrobe in front of these men due to the extreme heat.

“Fatigued, like she’s ran a mile,” Yoongi noted.

“Uncomfortable,” Jimin stated.

“Horny,” Taehyung said, no restrictions held on his tongue.

“Taehyung!” Jimin roared, turning to his friend. “Don’t be so crass when speaking to my wife,” he warned.

“It’s obvious isn’t it? Look at her.”

Suddenly, the whole room examined you closer. You gripped the bed sheets and held them over your body. Jimin looked at your pupils and saw the dilation. Jungkook saw your hairline dampening with sweat.

“Oh God,” Jimin swallowed hard.

“It makes sense if this is the Forsaken’s doing,” Namjoon noted. Everyone turned in his direction.

“How do you mean?” Yoongi questioned. Namjoon looked between Jimin and yourself, rubbing his face with exhaustion.

“If the potion used on Lady Y/N is an aphrodisiac of sorts... Perhaps the Forsaken are trying to force our hand.”

“An heir,” Jungkook concluded. Jimin chuckled darkly.

“They’re trying to distract and weaken me. If Y/N fell pregnant all of my time and devotion would be spent towards her and not the Kingdom. And, if they killed her while pregnant... They know I wouldn’t try again. The throne would die off, exactly how they want.”

Your heart hammered in your throat. Kill you? While with child? Did they not have any semblance for human life? It disgusted and frightened you as you thought about your life and a life not yet created. You unconsciously held your stomach out of nerves.

“Well, I still don’t know why we can’t touch her,” Jungkook scoffed.

“He still hasn’t answered that,” Taehyung stated. Jin rolled his eyes and stared at the two men with a glare.

“This lust potion makes it so that whomever the target of the lust is, will be the only one allowed to touch the victim without excruciating pain coming to her,” Jin warned.

“P-pain?” you whimpered, gripping your stomach so hard that you were certain blood would show soon.

“Stop it,” Jimin said, taking your wrist in his hand. You almost collapsed at the relief sent through your system at his touch. It was like drinking an ice cold glass of water on a midsummer day. Jimin noticed the tension leaving your body and detached his fingers from your flesh.

“Why? Why have it designed like that?” Yoongi wondered.

“To make sure she doesn’t just go to someone else to be taken care of. It’s to ensure that it has to be his Highness,” Taehyung thought out loud.

“Precisely,” Jin praised.

“What are we to do about it then?” Namjoon said, throwing his hands in the air.

“I’ll take care of it,” Jimin whispered, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“Sire-”

“Don’t worry,” Jimin eased, interlacing your fingers together. Jimin cradled your face with his free hand and brushed a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

“If we give them what they want then-”

“Who said we’re going to give them what they want?” Jimin questioned, lifting his gaze from you for a moment.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered, “You know-”

“What will happen if the potion isn’t taken care of?” Namjoon thought aloud.

“I assume that eventually she’ll go insane from desire,” Jin speculated.

“I’d rather not,” you huffed.

“I won’t let that happen,” Jimin confirmed. “Everyone, I think my wife and I need to have a discussion. May we have the room to ourselves?”

Yoongi got the hint immediately and left promptly, dragging a slow to catch on Jungkook with him. Jin said a small prayer before petting your hair affectionately.

“It’ll be alright, the Lord will keep you safe I assure you.”

With that he left as well, taking Namjoon’s elbow and leading him out of the door. Taehyung remained, staring at Jimin with an unreadable expression.

“Were my orders not clear?” Jimin asked, standing and facing Taehyung.

“I have a question for you,” Taehyung stated, giving a quick glance to you. Jimin cleared his throat, obviously not wanting the attention on you.

“Out with it then,” he said.

“How are you planning on pleasuring her when you’ve never laid with a woman?” Taehyung snipped out with a sharp tone. Jimin lay bare under the scrutiny of his gaze, but didn’t falter.

“All men have to learn somewhere,” he sighed.

“Jimin,” Taehyung said, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Jin could be wrong, perhaps I-”

“Absolutely not,” Jimin growled. Taehyung took a step back. Where was this possessive attitude coming from? Jimin wasn’t the type to behave in such a manner.

“I didn’t mean to offend you,” his friend soothed.

“She’s my wife, if she needs sorting out... Then I’ll be the one to do it,” Jimin declared. Taehyung nodded, then leaned in close to Jimin’s ear. He began to whisper, phrases that wouldn’t reach your ears. However, you were past the point of paying too much attention.

“Remember what Namjoon said, an heir would make you vulnerable. Let’s hold off on that for now, yes?” Taehyung teased.

“I’ll ask you to remember who you’re addressing this once, Taehyung. I won’t remind you again,” Jimin warned. “Your Prince delivered an order, follow it.”

Taehyung bowed low, giving in to he who will be his King. “My apologies your highness. I didn’t think before speaking, forgive my haste,” he appeased. Jimin sighed in response.

“Go, let no one enter this wing until I have finished,” Jimin stated.

“I believe the one who needs to finish is her,” Taehyung chuckled before exiting the room.

The air was still.

Jimin didn’t move, and neither did you. What were you to do in this situation?

“I hate that it had to come to this scenario my dear,” Jimin said, hands in his pockets as he gazed out the window. You couldn’t believe how breathtaking he appeared in this moment. You were stunned into silence.

His profile greeted you. Strong jawline that eased down into a seductively sloping neck. His shoulders weren’t extensive, but he fit his posture. Hands placed in the pockets of his pants, he could’ve been portraying a relaxed air... But the atmosphere of the room was tense. It was as if he was trying to evaluate every outcome of what was required.

You weren’t stupid, you knew what was wrong with you now. It all made sense. You desperately needed the touch of your husband.

“Are you scared?”

The question seemed to dangle above your head.

“Of what?” you questioned.

“Of me?”

You were silent.

Jimin wasn’t known for his cruelty. Nor was he known for cutting down foes in battles. He was the People’s Prince. Choosing diplomacy instead of weapons. Words instead of assassins. You respected this... Although you knew Jimin was trained for battle. Weapons waiting behind doors of steel hidden deep within the castle walls.

“I’m not scared of you,” you answered.

“I’m relieved you feel that way,” Jimin whispered, eyes still locked outdoors.

“Jimin?” You asked, not trusting your legs to lift you. He turned toward you in acknowledgment. “Are we, um-ah!”

Pain erupted in your lower stomach, causing you to collapse onto the bed in a writhing heap. Your breath warmed the fabric as you struggling to get air.

“Do you trust me?” Jimin's voice was closer.

“Yes,” you whispered.

You were lifted from the bed and into Jimins arms. His eyes bore into your own, searching for an uncertainty that wasn’t there.

Slowly his lips met yours. You could feel something similar to cold water being doused over your being. Relief brought from his presence was readily accepted. You entangled your fingers in his hair, letting the sensations overwhelm and excite you.

Jimin seemed hesitant, his lips not giving in to your desires. You wanted him to give you everything without feeling like he had to hold himself back. If you trusted him, he needed to know he could trust you.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his. “Wait,” You panted against his pouty lips.

“What is it?” He asked, hands moving from the bed to your face.

“I need to know something,” you said, pulling away to look at him fully. His touch had given you a moment of clarity. “You have my trust... but do I have yours?” You questioned.

Jimin was silent, eyes not fully exposing himself. “Tell me your favorite color, then I’ll trust you,” he proposed.

“Why-“

“Tell me and I’ll trust you,” Jimin repeated. You sighed, unsure of why this simple question felt too heavy.

“The color of the leaves in the fall. The fire that signifies the death of winter, but the promise of a brighter future,” you declared.

Jimin froze. “So much in your head that I don’t know...”

“So much in yours I don’t know either,” you smiled.

This moment felt more intimate than being bare in front of everyone. A simple question, somehow broke a small barrier in his heart.

“I trust you,” he stated. Before you could respond the heat erupted in your lower body again, cutting off your thoughts. “I have to hurry,” he spoke to himself.

He found your lips again, wrapping his hands around your waist. You relaxed against him and kept your arms around his neck. Jimin seemed more focused now, kissing you diligently.

For some reason, it felt as though he was exploring your body. His hand moved down the curve of your spine and held you against him. The warmth you felt from his mouth made you gasp. Jimin pushed his tongue in between your lips.

Jimin had never been this intimate with a woman before. Every part of you was much more delicate than he was used to. Your mouth was hot and inviting, something that Jimin found arousing. You leaned back, pulling Jimin with you into the soft sheets. Breaking the kiss, Jimin crawled on top of you. Interlacing your fingers he found other parts of your body with his tongue.

Licking along your jawline and into the hollow of your neck, Jimin found his heart racing. Your skin was so soft and supple, almost begging to be touched and caressed. Biting your lips you discovered how badly you wanted him. His hair was slightly disheveled from your fingers, but it suited him. Jimin looked heavenly atop your body, something you didn’t think possible mere days ago. But now, it seemed as if this was the only place you wanted him.

His mouth stayed above your collar bones. You sighed as you felt sweet kisses placed across your skin, tender bites falling on your lips.

“Jimin,” you breathed, taking his face between your hands.

“Yes?” his voice was thick and saccharine like chilled honey.

“There are other places that need your attention,” you blushed, looking at your gown. Jimin understood, but paused.

“Um, I-ah,” he struggled, running his hand through his hair.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, worrying your lip with your teeth. Jimin sighed and shook his head.

“We can’t consummate our marriage fully. Not yet... Like Namjoon said, an heir will make us susceptible. But I can give you pleasure in other ways,” he explained.

“How?” you asked, raising yourself onto your elbows.

“I’ll touch you,” Jimin said, chinks twinging pink.

“You already are.” An air of apprehension filled the room. Jimin scratched his jaw, a tick you’d come to realize as nerves.

“I’m going to touch you, lower.”

You cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but soon were made clear of his intentions. His hands pulled back the bed covers and revealed your legs covered in your dress. Jimin didn’t waste his time, moving his hands underneath the fabric and grazing your skin with his.

“Hah-Jimin,” you faltered as his hands went higher. He found the softness of your undergarments and pulled, feeling the material shed. Once your bloomers were off and forgotten, Jimin sat you up once more.

“Let’s get you comfortable,” he said, pulling your dress over your head. Your barrier between yourself and your husband’s eyes was almost gone. Jimin turned you around and sighed into the skin of your neck. “Are you alright with removing your corset?”

“Please,” you whimpered, grabbing onto the hand placed on your synthetically tightened waist.

“As you wish,” he smiled. However, Jimin yet again found himself in trouble.

He had no idea how to take a corset off. He thought the ribbons on the back would remove it, so he started there. As the fabric became slack, your sides allowed more air in your lungs. Once the ribbons were unlaced, Jimin tried to take it off. However, it didn’t do as he wanted.

“Um, how does-uh?” You stifled your laughter.

“There are clasps on the front,” you informed, turning to face him. Jimin screwed his eyebrows in confusion, but went ahead with the task. Each clip showed more and more of your skin to him, which he found alluring. Normally Jimin found the toned muscles of his fellow man mouth watering, but here... Your soft stomach and ample breasts made saliva collect in his mouth. Pulling the corset off your arms and onto the floor Jimin stared to his heart's content.

It was the first time he’d seen a woman naked. The sight was different, but not unpleasant as he originally thought. You rubbed your arms, covering your breasts in the process. Being this bare without any sort of action made you nervous. Was he unhappy with was he saw? Did he think you needed to lose weight? You’d been corset training for months to be his desired size... Or, that’s what the maids at the castle were saying.

“Why wear that thing?” he asked in reference to your corset. “It seems painful,” he said, moving his lips to yours again.

“It is,” you murmured against his mouth.

“Then don’t wear it,” he simplified, taking your aching side and rubbing it with his thumb. You shuddered at the contacts and desperately wanted to feel more of his skin.

“My dresses won’t fit me otherwise... I’m too large,” you said with embarrassment.

“I’ll buy you more dresses that will fit your body the way it is meant to be, not mutated painfully,” Jimin promised.

“But-”

“As your Prince and Husband I worry for your health, that can’t possibly be healthy to wear at all hours of the day,” he said, not budging from his thought.

“This is an odd conversation to have at a time like this,” you said with amusement.

“I talk when I’m nervous.”

“I know you do,” you breathed. Jimin turned stoic.

“What do you mean you know?” he asked, pulling away from your body. You smiled softly.

“I’ve been married to you for a while, I notice things that you do... The way you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous as well. When you’re tired you rub your hands together. If you haven’t eaten all day you-mmpf!” Cut off by Jimin’s mouth you relaxed into his embrace.

“So observant,” he muttered. “Time for me to get a good look at you.”

Jimin’s hands ran down your form, grazing your breasts and then moving down to your legs. He shuffled in between your legs and nudged you to lie down. He saw the question in your eyes but shook his head.

“Don’t ask, just feel.”

Wet heat dragged from the inside of your knee down to your calf, causing you to cry out. Jimin shushed you, placing delicate kisses on your shin. This man had some kind of oral fixation. Every inch of you had to be mapped and tasted with his tongue, it seemed like a vendetta he had. You watched as his mouth went to your thighs, yet skipped over where the throbbing was originating from. Your lower stomach next, a wet kiss being placed above your navel. Eventually, his mouth made it to your chest. Another mewl of pleasure came from your throat as Jimin sucked a nipple in between his lips. Your hands grasped his hair and cradled his neck as you felt heat shocking straight to your maidenhood.

“Jimin, th-that feels-ah!” you whined, letting the sensations consume you. Jimin lifted his head from your chest and blew on the slick nub. He observed as your body arched upwards at the action. Glancing down at your center, he noticed the wetness leaking onto the sheets. It was his job to take care of you.

His mind thought back to Taehyung’s statement earlier...

‘Her clit is at the top of her womanhood. That will cause her a great deal of pleasure. Don’t just attack it, be gentle. Act like your pleasuring a man. No teeth, lots of licking. Use your fingers if it appears like she’ll need the added stimulation. The taste might not be incredible, but it’s not disgusting either. She’s cleanly. You can do it.’

Jimin winced and swallowed, trying to keep his racing heart under control. He kissed your lips once more, swirling his tongue inside your mouth. Your moan told him you were ready. Brushing your hair out of your face, you gave him a meek smile.

Reassured by your affection, he kissed down your torso and stopped above your pelvic bone. Shooting you a glance, one final request for your permission. A small nod came from your neck. With that, Jimin placed an experimental kiss on your lower lips.

“Oh!” you gasped, shifting slightly. Jimin adjusted his position so your legs were over his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around your upper thigh. You moaned as he took a long lick up your slit. Jimin paused and kissed your thigh so he could process.

You were so wet and silky down there. As if you were the most luxurious material in the world. The taste wasn’t repulsive, something for which he was thankful. He moved back to your center and gave a few more kitten licks, testing where you liked and where you didn’t.

“S-Shit,” you cursed softly, biting your lip so hard you were certain blood would be present. Jimin lifted his head and gazed at you, mouth swollen from kisses.

“Did you just swear?” he asked, a small grin on his mouth.

“I grew up a woman before I was a lady,” you winced. Jimin’s bell laughter rung out in the room. The tension from earlier fading away as he smiled at you.

“You may be a lady to others, but you only have to be yourself to me... That I promise,” he said, moving his mouth back to your core. You cried out again as Jimin laved his tongue over your folds, collecting you liquid on his tongue. The more he moved his mouth against you, the more he discovered you flavor was addicting. He was enjoying this too...

A tightness formed in his throat as his mind was thrown deeper into the realm of uncertainty. A fact he’d known about himself for years being questioned as his wife was beneath him writhing from pleasure. And he liked that... He liked that you couldn’t contain yourself as his tongue swirled across your delicate skin. His palms kneading the flesh of your thighs and you squirmed.

At moments, Jimin seemed far away to you when you looked down between your legs. His eyes glazed over as his mouth worked against you. The mounting pleasure in your stomach was burning through your nerves as each flick of his wet muscle sent shockwaves through your body.

You’d touched yourself before... A young woman was allowed her own pleasures at night...

But nothing compared to this. The lewd sounds of Jimin’s tongue against your wetness. The soft smacks of lips after kisses. His nose touched your pearl making you grip the sheets tight. Jimin noticed your body shuddering differently. He’d been simply licking and sucking at your entrance for a while, yet your end didn’t seem to be close.

“Can I try something?” he asked, kissing the top of your pubic bone gently.

“Anything,” you agreed.

Slowly, Jimin rubbed his fingers over your slit, gathering the wetness that lingered there. He knew where your anus was, but your entrance was different. And he certainly didn’t want to get that wrong.

Applying pressure, Jimin slid his fingers down your core until they sunk into your hole gently. You tensed immediately. “Ah!” you yelped. Jimin froze and pulled his fingers out, looking into your eyes with worry.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine, just, use one finger... Not two,” you swallowed. You’d never touched yourself like this... It was bound to be uncomfortable.

Again, Jimin pushed his middle finger into your entrance with patience. He almost groaned at the sensation. You were hot and wet, and soft inside. He couldn’t help but imagine if it was a different appendage disappearing inside of your heat. Your breathing halted, and Jimin felt your walls clench against his intrusion.

“Does this hurt?”

“No... No it feels good, please keep going,” you begged. Jimin nodded and pulled out to collect more of your slick, using it to aid him pushing his finger back inside of you. He felt your walls beginning to spasm, so he pressed his mouth against your pearl and sucked it into his mouth.

You wailed and gripped your chest for stimulation. Instead of feeling like you couldn’t quite reach your high, Jimin was practically forcing you over the edge.

“Jimin, don’t stop. Ah-Ah! Jimin!”

Moving his finger in and out of you at a steady pace, Jimin felt your walls clench impossibly tight and then relax as you cried out for him. A flush of liquid met his mouth and hand as you trembled against his ministrations. Your walls began to twitch and you gripped his wrist weakly.

“I-I can’t,” you wheezed. Jimin understood and removed his finger and mouth from your body. Looking at your body the air was knocked from his lungs.

There you lay, amidst the sheets with a soft blush decorating your cheeks. Jimin found his chest tight as well as his pants. Your lips were puffy from your teeth and he couldn’t keep himself from placing another kiss there. You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart batter against his ribcage.

“You act as if you’ve just ran across the fields,” you smiled weakly. Jimin needed to get away from you. It was too much, he couldn’t handle this any longer.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, surprisingly cold. You furrowed your brow at his tone.

“Yes... Thank you for-”

“Then I’ll take my leave. Good night, Lady Y/N,” he coughed before standing quickly and heading out of the room.

You sat up quickly and moved to follow him, but you felt dizziness and fatigue weigh your body down, coaxing you to sleep.

Jimin rushed into the nearest empty room and shut the door behind him.

Your eyes held so much emotion...

Tears pricked his eyes as he brought himself to orgasm on the floor, thinking of his wife whom he would have to kill...

Into Eternity Part V

Dont own the picture fam

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: angst, smut (not in this chapter srry), drama, action

Words: 6,236

Jimin and you hadn’t spoken in over a week.

Not by your wishes, you longed to talk to your husband about that night. The night filled with passion and affection you’d never known before. How you felt while his lips were against yours.

It wasn’t only that, you simply missed speaking with him in general. His presence once warm and inviting was now cold and shut off. It saddened you to think someone you were opening up to suddenly shut you out.

However every time you attempted to speak with him, a member of the inner circle of guards would stop you. Even though you were their future Queen.

They would ask you to follow them to the castle gardens, or to the training area to observe the sparring between guards. It was all mundane, and not fooling you either.

Today’s redirection came from Father Jin. The damned traitor...

He suggested coffee and cakes in the garden.

A needlepoint sat abandoned on the small table prepared for the two of you. Father Jin was immersed in his Holy words, and you were thinking of less than civil things.

Jimin’s hands running up your bare leg, caressing your skin with such care it made your heart ache. His petal soft lips that made you want to forever be connected with him.

But then there were the other things that simply made you smile. His laughter that sounded much like tinkling bells. You hadn’t heard it very often, but you knew it when it rebounded off the stone of the palace.

Then his tenderness with the people. How much they cared for and trusted him. He bonded with them so when he took the throne, everyone would be accepting of the change.

Everyone loved this man...

Including yourself.

Jin shut his Bible, making you jump in your seat. He chuckled before lifting his cup to his mouth. “You seemed deep in thought, what troubles you My Lady?”

“Nothing, Father-“

“You know it’s a sin to lie,” he remarked. His perfect eyebrow raised in judgement.

“Father I’m sure I don’t... oh, fine,” you huffed. Leaning back you let the wind blow on your face. Wanting nothing more than to rip the hair pins out of your locks. You settled for simply letting down your bun into a ponytail.

“What creates such heat within you?”

“He who is my husband,” you began. Jin cleared his throat.

“Well My Lady I am but a simple Priest I know not the inner workings. Hold, I know not the inner relations-“

“He spares me not a glance. I fear I’ve done something to upset him. When the Forsaken gave me that potion and he had to care for me, something happened,” you sighed.

“Well, My Lady I don’t know what I am to do about that,” Jin stated.

“Get him to look my way, Father! I am in horrible guilt thinking I’ve upset him!” You whimpered.

Please work...

Please work...

“Well, Lady Y/N, there is no reason to fret over this trivial matter-“

“You think my marriage trivial?”

Caught like a bug in a spider’s nest...

“No! Of course not Highness, it’s just I don’t want you to be upset over something easily remedied!”

“You mean you’ll help me with this problem, Father?”

“Well, um-“

“Oh thank you!” You gushed, crossing your hands over each other in a praying manner. Jin sighed in defeat and rubbed his forehead.

“I’ll tell him I have something crucial to discuss with him at dusk in the lower sitting room. I’m assuming you know the one?”

“To the color of the drapes,” you smiled.

“Go in my stead then. I have a feeling I’ll be ill tonight.”

“But Father, lying is a sin,” you smiled before standing up and heading towards the castle with glee.

Finally, you’d be able to tell him everything..

* * *

Later on you found yourself in one of the many rooms this palace had to offer. Seeing as how there were books, you were entertained.

A knock came to your door.

“Enter,” you allowed.

A timid woman peaked her head in the door.

“My Lady, Father Jin has requested your presence in the Lower sitting room,” she announced, head low.

“I will be there promptly, thank you,” you said. Closing you book, you finished off your drink and headed towards the door.

The walk was silent save for the sound of your heels clicking on the polished stone work underneath your feet.

You had so much to discuss with Jimin... So many questions unspoken that it seemed ridiculous. You wanted answers, nay you needed them...

“Ma’am,” your maid announced as she stood outside the entryway.

“Thank you,” you said, reaching for the handle.

Pushing the door open you felt yourself smile. He stood before the fireplace, glass of wine in his hand as he stared at the open flames. You turned to the maid. “Please, let no one disturb us,” you requested. She nodded quickly before shutting the door.

Jimin seemed entranced by the blaze before him, as your approach didn’t move him. He remained where he was, facing the heat of the fire.

“Good evening,” you said, walking up to him. You watched as his body tensed at the sound of your voice.

“What is it that requires you to play games for my attention?” Jimin sighed, almost as if he was disappointed.

“I wouldn’t have to play games if you would join me for breakfast once in a while,” you stated.

“Have I upset you?” He asked, setting his goblet down firmly.

“Funny I was to ask you the same.”

The crackling of the fire roared in your ears in comparison to the void his silence gave.

“Jimin, I want to speak of us,” you declared.

“What of us?” He said, eye focused back at the fire.

“After that night-“

“What I did that night was to save your sanity. We needn’t discuss it further,” Jimin cut you off short.

“But Jimin I felt-”

“I’ll be short with you because I have many duties to attend to. If you want my attendance at breakfast then simply ask for the maids to wake me at that time. You have plenty to do around this castle, I can’t understand why you must bother me. If you want me to dote on you and give you every moment of my attention then I am afraid to inform you that I am unable to provide you with such. Or, is it the consummation you came for? Would you like me to bed you, as a man would?”

He was drunk.

He approached rapidly and moved to capture your mouth. But it felt wrong. His kiss was painful, not passionate. His grip tight not a caress. You pushed at his chest and ripped away from him, eyes gleaming with tears.

“What’s the matter with you?! What did I do, honestly?! Have I committed some heinous crime so now you don’t wish to speak with me? Whatever I did I apologize! I’m so sorry, Jimin... but I can’t do this without you... don’t leave me alone again,” you cried. Your knees went weak and you crumpled to the floor.

The man before you stared at your emotional state and rubbed his face. His eyes were red... had he been crying? “Leave me.” He whispered.

“But, Jimin,” you pleaded.

“I SAID LEAVE!” He bellowed. You scrambled to your feet and hurried to exit the room. Your trembling legs carried you to the corridor before entering the barracks.

You began to sob, body wracked with the realization you were alone. All of the love you’d received was a lie. Nothing for you to keep and to cherish. No, it was a bone waved in front of a starving dog. Only to be snatched away and hidden from sight once more.

Your chest ached as you hiccuped and cried. You ripped at your corset, digging into your flesh to rid yourself of the suffocating fabric.

“My Lady! My Lady, stop!” A familiar voice rang through the hallway.

Taehyung kneeled before you and took your head in his hands. You tried to pry away his touch but it was no use.

Taehyung thought he heard something up here, but he didn’t expect it to be you. He thought some animal was injured and was wailing for help. Not his future Queen. He examined your throat and chest with care before patting your head gently.

“What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” He questioned.

“I’m so alone,” you whimpered.

His heart shattered at your broken tone. Did Jimin do this to you? Had one of the nobles in the palace upset you? Taehyung filled with fury, before letting it fizzle. You needed to be taken care of first.

“Come here,” he said, adjusting your position so he could pick you up.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Your voice was scratchy from crying and weak from screaming.

Taehyung adjusted you in his grip before taking you towards your room. Finding one of his nurses he requested a soothing snack be made for you immediately.

When you were settled in your bed, a pair of older nurses coddling you, Taehyung took his leave.

The Prince was in for a wake up call.

* * *

It has been rough in the palace for you. You are frightened you’ll stumble across Jimin around a corner and face his wrath again.

You were terrified of the man you saw that night. He was nothing like the one who took you to bed and pleasured you. Filling your heart with such sweet butterflies.

It was rainy, the weather changing from the warmth of summer to the chill of autumn.

You were in your room, gazing down at the fields once more. The once flowering grass now say a brilliant shade of gold in the sun.

Much like your husbands hair...

Longing for his touch and his mouth you found you hand wandering towards your womanhood. Biting your lip you made your way to your bed.

You fell into the comfortable sheets imagining the scenario. You dreamed of him coming to you in the night, hushing you with a small giggle.

*“No one should know I’m here my love,” he'd laugh. Bringing you into his arms he’d kiss your face with adoration.

*“Enough of that, kiss me properly,” you’d demand. Jimin would comply and mold his mouth to yours with eager intentions.

*”I’ve missed you my darling,” he’d moan against your mouth. Taking your skirts and pulling them up over the soft flesh of your thighs. Placing your cool palm over your heated center you flushed.

“Ah, Jimin,” you sighed into the air.

You fingers worked deftly against yourself, careening into the sheets like a cat in heat. The sensations you made were nothing compared to those Jimin pulled from you, but it was enough to leave you sweating and panting on your bed.

“Jimin... Jimin, please,” You whined into the bedding. You thought of him, mouth against your core looking like an angel but doing nothing but sinful activities.

His fingers moving inside of you with such grace it made your core throb. Gently you pushed your own finger inside yourself, feeling your tightness as just one finger.

So close, so close...

Your toes clenched as you cried out in release. Your wrist ached with strain, but you let the momentary bliss flood you. It was enough to distract you.

For now...

Jimin heard you crying as you began your self pleasure. He’d come fearing something had happened to you, when he found your door partially open he bit his lip and peered in.

There you lay on your bed. Corset pulled down to release your chest, breasts jolting with your frantic movements. Jimin's mouth felt dry as he drank in the sight of you.

He remembers how you felt like velvet against his lips, and the taste of you bitter sweet on his tongue. He could feel the stirrings of arousal building in his stomach.

“Jimin... Jimin, please,” you cried for your husband. Him. His touch, no one else’s. His heart ached with the want to take you then and there. But he knew he mustn’t.

You had a purpose, to be loved only to be lost... Jimin could feel the displeasure sweeping up his body into his mind. However, his lower groin felt differently.

Jimin’s throat constricted at the sight of you, pushing your finger inside of yourself so slowly. He remembers your tightness wrapped around his fingers. Gods above, it was like heaven.

Jimin could feel his hardness in his pants growing unpleasant. He had to meet with one of his consorts, and soon.

With one final glance as you cried out your orgasm, Jimin hurried away from the door. He had to get you out of his mind.

/

“Ah~ your highness!” Hyunjae whimpered. Jimin pounded furiously into the younger male as his breath hit his neck.

“Silence.” Jimin demanded, pushing his head into the mattress. Hyunjae squeaked before obeying, letting the older male use him as he pleased.

Jimin could feel his partner clenching around him, but it wasn’t the same... you felt *better. And it infuriated him.

Picking up his pace he felt Hyunjae tap his hand for air. Jimin obliged and listened, releasing his impressive hold on the younger man.

“Oh! You feel so good in me sire, please can I touch myself, please!” He begged.

“I care not,” Jimin allowed. He was too focused trying to chase his high. Every time he was close Hyunjae would open his damn mouth.

“Ah-Ah! I’m going to cum, Highness please don’t stop,” he pleaded.

Jimin was practically spearing the poor man in half, yet there was no real pleasure. It felt good, but he knew you would feel better. He was so frustrated. He just wanted to forget, not worry about you... The pleasures of sin always wrapped around him and consumed his very being. However, now... Now he was merely reminded that you would take him better.

Your lips would feel more plush, pussy wetter.

“Cumming!” Hyunjae cried and shook as he released all over the sheets. Jimin tried desperately to follow, but to no avail... he simply went flaccid after a few minutes.

Jimin pulled out and watched as his consort collapsed on the bed. He sighed and pushed back his sweaty hair.

Even sex wouldn’t be enough.

“Sire, you didn’t finish?” Hyunjae asked.

“No, don’t trouble yourself over it. I’m simply thinking too much.”

“Who is it?” Hyunjae asked. Jimin’s eyebrows flew up.

“What do you mean?” Hyunjae smiled knowingly.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly. Jimin hesitated, but he wanted the sweetness of release so badly.

Closing his eyes Jimin felt Hyunjae come closer. “I won’t speak, but whomever has taken your mind, picture them now.”

Jimin hissed as Hyunjae licked his cock slowly. Your bright eyes came to mind immediately. Your beautiful, soft lips.

He could see you, on your knees before him with such hesitance, but he’d be patient with you. Staring into your eyes he’d smile and reassure you. It would all be fine, he’d love what you did no matter what. Because it would be you doing it.

Warmth enveloped his cock as he pictured the scene more. You’d taken his dick in your mouth and began swallowing to please him. Delicate wrists moving leisurely to pull more and more pleasure to the surface.

God your mouth was so hot. Jimin whimpered as Hyunjae smirked and cupped his balls knowingly.

“Ah! Y/N! Don’t tease me, please,” he cried. Hyunjae raised an eyebrow.

His wife is whom he was wanting to bed?

Hyunjae simply shook his head and continued. His Prince was close, he could tell.

Jimin’s abs clenched as he felt his release approaching quickly. “Ah! Y/N, gonna cum,” he gasped. He screwed his eyes tightly and felt all the tension snap.

His cum came pouring into Hyunjae’s throat as he tried to swallow it all. It surprised the young man how much his Prince produced.

His wife was truly lucky.

Once Jimin’s breathing leveled out, he cracked his eyes open. Hyunjae was across the room already pulling his shirt over his head. Jimin bit his lip and went to speak, but Hyunjae just smiled.

“I won’t say anything Highness. Sleep well tonight,” he waved before leaving. Jimin felt exhausted, but he knew there was much to do.

Your date was getting closer.

* * *

“My Lord I really don’t like this idea,” you sighed as Taehyung animatedly explained the plan to everyone.

He managed to rope all of the others into this scheme, even Father Jin.

“What is wrong with it? Please, elaborate!”

“Why do I have to stand on the roof??” You squealed. The thought of being up that high made your stomach drop.

“Because, if you’re on the roof of the palace Jimin will have to speak to you. Pulling you from the ledge he’ll reveal everything! And Jungkook will be waiting down below with Namjoon with the blanket in case you fall,” Taehyung shrugged.

“She’ll tear right through it, idiot,” Yoongi declared.

“Well, maybe just the fourth level then?”

“Maybe we don’t execute this plan,” you suggested.

“Listen, Jimin told us to keep you away from him for a reason. But he didn’t tell any of us either. We don’t agree with how he’s treating you, so we’re going to aid you,” Taehyung explained.

You sighed. You really did want to know why Jimin wasn’t speaking with you. Why he was drunk that night. If he truly cared for you.

“I relent, please tell me again,” you acquiesced.

Taehyung grinned before starting once more. “We have a walk scheduled with you and the guard at half past mid-day. Jimin has a meeting with a leader of a smaller town to the South about trading approximately the same time. So, once you are in view of the council room, you’ll take this,” He hands you a similar dart to the one that caused your spell about two weeks ago. “And place it as if you’ve been pricked once more. Father Jin will take the dart and start examining it. Then, you will get all flustered and collapse. I will see this from the council room and make a scene to worry our Prince. Father Jin will demand that the guards get him medical supplies immediately. Once they leave, he will give you this.”

Taehyung produced a dark purple via that made your heart pound. Jin took it carefully.

“What is it?” You questioned.

“A heavy sedative, it slows the heart and the breathing to simulate death. Soldiers use it to avoid being killed. It is safe, I promise you,” Taehyung vowed. You bit your lip, but nodded regardless.

“Next, we get you into the medical bay where Father Jin will be the only one allowed to give you aid. The rest of us will be present as well. My Lady, this is where we need you to act! Once in the medical bay, Father Jin will give you enough of the antidote to stir you awake. It will be difficult, but say you’re cold. Say you’re sorry for upsetting him. Jimin isn’t a bad person, we just have to crack his mask and make him speak,” Taehyung said.

“This seems better than standing on the roof,” you scoffed.

“That’s plan B.”

* * *

Today was Jimin’s meeting with the Council Member from the village. You were preparing for your walk with Father Jin. Dressing yourself in a deep green dress and letting your hair down you smiled. You enjoyed letting your hair down.

A knock sounded from the door.

“Enter,” you said. Father Jin came through the door and gave you a smile.

“Ready?”

You clutched the dart tightly in your hand.

“Absolutely.”

* * *

Taehyung watched as Jimin worked, waiting for you and Jin to come into sight.

Namjoon and Jungkook were also with Taehyung in Jimin’s meeting. He thought it would make sense to have Yoongi standing outside in the training area with his archers running drill. This way there was a first response once the guards scattered.

You walked silently with your arm with Jin’s. He kept you steady as your felt your heart racing.

The day was pleasantly chill, letting you wear your dense dress without discomfort. The deep green of the fabric reminded you of the forests near your house as a child. You smiled at the memory.

Jin tapped your wrist three times. Signaling, you were good to go

Taehyung fazed down from the window and saw you and father Jin walking with the guard.

“So what issues are you worried about?” Jimin addressed formally.

Taehyung smiled. His friend was about to get a surprise.

* * *

You waited until you could see Jimin’s face in the window before wincing and placing the dart on your neck. “Ouch,” you stopped. The guards in front of you stopped as well and turned to you.

“My Lady what’s wrong?” Jin asked, calm. You pulled the dart away from your neck and stared at the object in your hand.

“No Father, not again,” you breathed. Jin quickly took the dart and began examining it closely. You started to fan yourself and eventually you gripped onto Jin’s arm.

“My Lady, are you alright?” Jin asked. You shook your head. Jin turned to the guardsmen. “Quick, find me medical supplies, and hurry,” he demanded.

The guards scrambled and headed towards the castle. Yoongi watched and headed your direction as well.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, coming closer.

“Our Lady simply doesn’t-Oh!”

You fully committed and tipped backwards, falling into the grass. Jin and Yoongi rushed over.

“Quick, you have to drink,” Jin said. You swallowed quickly and winced at the bitter flavor. But soon your tongue was going numb and head swimming.

* * *

Taehyung watched with rapt attention. You were hanging onto Father Jin rather tightly. Taehyung beckoned Jungkook over to the window.

“When she collapses, rush out of the room. Namjoon will follow.”

“Taehyung, what’s the matter?” Jimin asked from his seat at the table.

“Your wife, sire. She appears to be feeling ill,” Taehyung noted, sounding confused.

“What do you mean? Pardon me for a moment,” he addressed the Council Member. Coming to Taehyung’s side they saw Yoongi approach and then you completely fall backwards. Your hair splaying across the ground like art. Taehyung had to hold his tongue to save face, you really did go for it.

Jungkook bolted from the room, Namjoon following shortly after him. Jimin was pale, watching as everyone scrambled below.

“Y/N!” Jimin yelped. He halfway turned to the Council Member. “I’m sorry, but I must see if she’s alright,” he stated before moving quickly out the door. Taehyung followed him with haste. “Shit,” Jimin cussed. “I hope those two left to search the perimeter.”

“I’m certain they’re acting on their instincts.”

Jimin rounded the corner and burst through the doors to the training grounds. Yoongi’s archers stood with solemn expressions.

“Y/N!” Jimin yelled. You heard his voice, but couldn’t move. You even felt your heart beat slowing.

“Father, what can we do?” Yoongi said, attempting to sound distressed.

“I-I don’t know, I haven’t seen this type of poison before,” Jin whispered.

“My Lady!” Taehyung's voice was close. Footsteps began to get louder and louder as Jimin and Taehyung closed in.

Jimin’s heart was pounding. How could this happen? Again? You didn’t deserve your fate. He wished you were different, that he could save you from these damn cruelties.

You felt warm palms on your face. Jimin...

Taehyung watched as Jimin fell down beside you, taking your face in his hands.

Your were pale, the normal rose of your lips gone. Your skin was clammy and cool. You were dying.

“Oh God, Y/N,” Jimin whimpered. He wasn’t ready yet. He didn’t know you well enough. There was still time... wasn’t there?

“Your highness we need to move her to the infirmary,” Father Jin urged. You heard more footsteps. The guards were coming back with the medical supplies. A pram lay in their possession.

Namjoon and Jungkook came now, you heard their shouts.

“Is she well?”

“The grounds are clear!”

“Y/N please wake up!” Jimin's voice cracked. His chest hurt and he was too overwhelmed.

“Namjoon, Jungkook, help me lift her onto the pram,” Father Jin requested. Jimin’s hands disappeared and you felt other hands on your body.

“On my count,” Namjoon said. “One, two, three!” You felt yourself be lifted into the air and placed back down gently.

“Quickly, we don’t have time to waste.”

Soon you felt the ground lift away as you were rushed to the palace. You heard Jimin’s sniffles next to you. He was following.

/

Jimin was pacing outside of the door. Taehyung watched as he furiously chewed on his lip. A bad habit he picked up from you. It was because he was always looking at your lips.

“Highness, Father Jin will ensure she’s alright. He just needs to do a full body examination first,” Taehyung soothed.

“I’m her husband, I should be allowed in there,” he complained. Taehyung concealed his grin.

“Patience my Prince, she is is good hands.”

Jimin couldn’t calm down. If you died before he... before he could apologize. Before he could tell you he wanted to make your marriage work, even with the limited time you had. How could he live with himself?

How could he live with himself knowing what was still to come?

The door cracked open and Father Jin’s saddened face appeared. Jimin flew to the door. “How is she? Is she alright?” He asked. Father Jin placed his hand on Jimin’s shoulder.

“I doubt she will make it through the night Highness,” he declared.

He simply couldn’t believe it. He knew the day would come where he’d have to be the reason for your demise... but here? Now? When he hadn’t gotten to tell you how beautiful you were in the morning light. How sweet your smile was... Jimin’s knees gave out as he fell to the floor.

He let this happen to you. It should have been him to do it. At least he would’ve made it painless. So fast you wouldn’t know what happened. He wanted to show you kindness and love so that when you did die, it wouldn’t be alone.

Yet he’d been so cold to you. He’d forced himself on you while inebriated and scared you. He was despicable.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered. “You should go see her.”

Jimin nodded as he stood. Father Jin invited Taehyung in as Yoongi, Namjoon and Jungkook all rounded the corner.

Before they could speak Jimin rushed past Father Jin and was at your side. Guilt boiled in his heart as he looked at your weak frame. God above, you must be in so much pain. Your hair plastered to your forehead in sweat.

“Darling? It’s me, Y/N? Can you hear me?” He whispered. Everyone else filed in slowly, shutting the door.

Your could hear him, and Jin has given you a small amount of antidote. So you could move your fingers a little. Jimin kissed your hand and looked at you, waiting.

“Y/N, please wake up,” he begged.

Even Taehyung felt bad at this point. The Prince was devastated.

You managed the Herculean task of opening your eyes to peer at him. His eyes were red and sparkling with fresh tears. Jimin’s skin was slightly pale and his fingers were shaky in your own.

“Jimin?” You croaked out slowly.

“Y/N! I’m here,” he cooed, patting your damp hairline with his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“No, no I’m the one who is sorry. I-I’ve been a deplorable husband and I hope you can forgive me. I want to be better... for you I want to be better,” he ached.

“Why didn’t you talk to me after? You just left after we-“

Jimin shushed you, placing a kiss on your head. “I was too embarrassed to stay. You were a vision and I, well I was quite nervous,” he teased. You chuckled but the dryness in your throat caught, making you cough.

Father Jin approached with some water for you.

“See if this helps my dear,” he said. Jimin took the cup and helped you drink slowly.

“Jimin,” you started.

“Yes?”

“Do you care for me?” You asked, feeling your eyes drooping.

“Absolutely. There isn’t a doubt in my mind I do,” he stated firm.

“Then why don’t you get close to me? We’re married, you have to live with me... for the rest of our lives...” you heaved.

Jimin felt his heart clench. As you lay dying, you should know... you deserved to know.

“I’ll tell you the story... a very long time ago, one of my ancestors fell for a woman who practiced magic. She was a witch, but he cared not. He loved her anyways. Then, an ancestor of yours came along and found love with the Prince. She cared deeply for him, and he returned her love. So they were married. The witch was furious when she discovered her lover was taken from her... so she slaughtered villages and continued until she made it to our Kingdom.

My ancestor pleaded with the witch to spare his people. She agreed under one circumstance. That he kill his bride. He told her it was to high a price, but your ancestor said to do it. If he loved her, that was all she needed. So, my ancestor told his bride he loved her before killing her. The witch was appeased until a few decades later a descendant of that very woman appeared. See your ancestor had several sisters. So, to appease the bloodthirsty witch, every other decade a Prince would take her descendant as his bride... and before their fifth month of marriage, he kills her. This is how we keep the witch at bay.. she controls the forsaken. The reason they’ve been attacking us, and you is because they’re telling me I need to... I need to uphold my end of the bargain,” Jimin sighed.

The room was silent.

“That’s archaic! You can’t possibly think to kill her!” Taehyung barked.

“Then what shall I do, Taehyung? Let her butcher my people? Kill all of those who seek my protection? For one person?”

“Not just a person, your wife!” Taehyung accused.

“Tae,” Namjoon warned.

“There has to be another way,” Jungkook whispered.

“Surely, Majesty I implore upon your judgement,” Father Jin pleaded.

“Please heed my words: if there was another way, I would find it,” Jimin breathed.

“Then why don’t we?” Yoongi suggests.

“Has anyone ever tried to kill this witch?” Tae asked.

“They never get close enough to try,” Jimin sighed. Jungkook spoke next.

“We don’t have a choice, I won’t let you kill her,” Jungkook declared. “I made an oath to the royal family. Not just you, Hyung. If she dies, then I will have failed my oath. That is punishable by death,” Jungkook stated.

Namjoon approached also. “If Lady Y/N dies, then I will have failed as Head of the Royal Guard. That failure is also punishable by death,” he declared.

Father Jin nudged Yoongi. “Didn’t you take that oath?” He reminded.

Yoongi sighed and shrugged. “I guess you should kill me too, as Head of the Royal Archers,” he said.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at Jimin. “I’m sure Hoseok wouldn’t be pleased if your bride dies before he could meet her.”

Jimin smiled brightly at all his friends. They could do it, surely. Jimin almost didn’t notice how your hand fell from his, hitting the bed with a soft thud. He turned quickly, looking at you panic stricken. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked, reaching for your hand. It was chilled to the touch, and his heart sank.

“Father, perhaps there’s something you can do for her?” Taehyung presses, elbowing Father Jin in the ribs.

“Oof, ouch,” he whined. Taehyung widened his eyes to express his meaning. Father Jin caught on. “Oh, yes... I have no idea if this will work. But it’s worth a shot.”

Jin came forward with the antidote. Jimin’s eyes were fresh with tears as Jin presses the vial to your mouth.

Carefully he poured the liquid in, massaging your throat until you swallowed. The effects were slow, externally it appeared it wasn’t working.

“No, no, no Y/N! My darling, please,” Jimin cried. You wanted to comfort him, but the antidote was slow.

“Come, lets leave them,” Father Jin suggested. Taehyung nodded and collected the other men. The door shut and told you, you were alone.

Jimin’s cries made your heart ache. Why did Taehyung think this was a good idea? You felt your toes curl and then you could feel your foot. Slowly, but surely the thick veil of death peeled back.

Soft kisses were placed on your hand as Jimin began to apologize.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N... I have been a terrible person to you. You reveal intimate parts of your body and heart to me, and I ran away because I was too frightened to accept the change in myself. I had only ever lied with men before you,” he confessed.

Confusion struck through your body.

Jimin? Laying with a man?

The thought didn’t repulse you, merely fascinated you. Even though he lied with men, he was here with you. Did that mean he cared for you?

“But when we began to talk, to know one another. You were a breath of fresh air. You were so different from anything I was used to. You were so quiet and soft, but endearing and such an intelligent woman. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate you, not like you deserved... I-I dreamed of a child... that night I kissed you I was drunk. But when I fell asleep I saw a child, beautiful and healthy. Our child,” Jimin whispered.

You began to feel the tops of your thighs and your pelvic region. You felt soft pressure on your stomach.

“I wish I could’ve made a child with you. You’d be so beautiful, bearing our babe in your womb. They’d be so perfect. I’ve been such a fool, forgive me,” he whimpered against your stomach. You could feel his arms tightening around your hips, his face buried into your dress.

The tips of your fingers twitched and you wanted to reach out for his head. Just to tell him.

*I’m here... I care for you. I’m right beside you, always.

Your fingers finally moved enough to where you could inch them across the bed. Jimin still remained on your stomach, crying as he mourned you.

Your hand finally made contact with his soft hair. You could feel this silly strands beneath your fingertips.

Abruptly, Jimin snatched your wrist. You felt him trembling. Slow and measured breaths began to move into your lungs.

“Y/N?” He whispered.

Softly, you opened your eyes. It’s was blurry, but Jimin’s outline was there. Right at your side.

“J-Ji-min,” You rasped, coughing on his name.

“Oh God, Y/N,” he sobbed.

Scooping your face into his hands he kissed you gently. You were too tired to kiss back properly, but you smiled lethargic.

“Jimin,” you whispered, taking his face in your palms carefully.

“I thought I lost you, I-I don't know how my ancestors could cope... I never want to feel like that again,” he breathed.

“I’m sorry... to frighten you...” you said, unable to really speak as Jimin kissed your face.

“I’ve never been so scared. When I saw you collapse, I-My heart froze over like the winter frosts.”

“I’m cold,” you muttered, the antidote leaving your body ravaged and sore.

“I’ll bring you to bed my darling,” he said, moving to stand. You nodded and waited for Jimin’s arms to envelope you.

“I want to sleep with you,” You whined. Jimin coughed.

“You’ve been through a great deal today, we’ll have plenty of time for, uh, consummation another day,” Jimin stated.

You shook your head as Jimin brought you into his embrace. “Just want... close...”

He bit his lip, looking down at your frame in his hold. How would he be able to deny you anything you wanted when you looked like this? “I yield to you my darling. But we are only sleeping,” he clarified. You nodded, resting your head in his neck.

“That’s all... I want,” you murmured. Wrapping your arms around his neck Jimin adjusted his grip before heading out of the door.

* * *

The boys all stood at the other end of the hallways peering at the infirmary door when it opened. Jungkook watched as Jimin’s smile remained endearing at your sleeping form.

“He’s so taken with her,” Father Jin sighed blissfully.

“Never thought someone could break down his walls like that. She’s something else entirely,” Namjoon smiled.

“Humorous that I can say our prince is pussy whipped,” Taehyung thought.

A sharp smack resounded throughout the Hall.

“Ouch! The fuck?” Taehyung yelped. Jungkook rubbed his forehead.

“Don’t speak of your future rulers in such a vulgar tone!” Jin reprimanded.

“I wasn’t-”

“Taehyung, what trouble have you caused now?”

The group stopped their bickering and looked forward in astonishment and horror.

Hoseok, Royal Messenger and assassin stood before them, looking as if he was about the parish in the hallway.

“Hoseok!” Namjoon yelled, rushing over to his brother. Father Jin ushered them all towards the infirmary.

Once Hoseok was situated in the bed and Father Jin and Jungkook has set to work on his wounds, Namjoon asked the question heavy in the air.

“What happened to put you in this state?”

“The witch,” Hoseok coughed. “She’s getting angry, the bride of the Prince... she has to perish soon, or the village to the south will be in ruins.”

“Y-Y/N?”

As Jimin lay in bed with you, arms wrapped protectively around your waist, he could help himself from staring out the window. His eyes caught the slightest movement at the edge of the forest...

A bright orange light that faded as he slipped into sleep.

The light of a torch...

Into Eternity Part VI

Sorry that I am a slut for this story. 

Please enjoy?

I DON’T OWN THE GIF!!!

Pair: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: angst, smut (kinda sorta riskay beach fun), drama, action

Words: 7,638

“A holiday?” you asked as you and Jungkook walk down the corridor near the barracks one morning. Jungkook nods quickly, smiling in childlike delight.

“Yes, there’s a palace by the sea that his Majesty and Jimin went to every end of summer. He hasn’t gotten to go for the past few years as his father’s health took a turn, but now there’s a chance that he could go again. But he’d never unless prompted by you, my Lady,” he stated.

“Are you asking me, in this time of turmoil, to drag my husband to a palace that may or may not be safe for a holiday? Near the ocean?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Well, we’d all go with you and ensure your safety no matter the consequences for us but-”

“Would there be swimming involved?” you asked, trying not to sound too giddy at the prospect.

“Absolutely, my Lady,” Jungkook grinned.

“Well,” you started, rubbing your chin. “I guess I could use my persuasive skills to get Jimin to leave here for at least a week.”

“I have every faith in you, my Lady,” Jungkook bowed before heading out to the training field.

You waved and watched him leave before smiling to yourself. A beach! A holiday near the ocean! Excitement coursed through your being. Swimming in the river near your childhood home had been one of your favorite pastimes after sneaking past your jailer of a mother.

The soft sound of the water trickling past, the feeling of the cool liquid moving across your skin. It soothed you like no other, and it could prove for some fun in this slightly melancholic castle. Jimin had been starved of fun the past few weeks, seeing as how his coronation is getting closer and soon he will be in charge of an entire kingdom.

Then there is something to do about that pesky witch that has been trying to kill you...

“You seem to be deep in thought,” a voice echoed through the hallway. You turned sharply on your heel and stood face to face with Hoseok. Your blood ran cold at the sight.

The man who brought news of the Forsaken taking over villages to the south, and the news that your death needed to be swift. It didn’t help that your introductions hadn’t gone very well either...

You were at breakfast the morning after your incident. Everyone was jovile and happy around the table. Jimin making jokes, Jungkook and Taehyung being children as per usual. Namjoon and Father Jin were in a deep discussion about something very interpersonal. It was far too early for that in your mind, but they seemed entertained enough. Even Yoongi had made it for the meal that morning. Something that Jungkook and Taehyung said was unheard of.

You were plating up your food went the room went silent.

“Is this your bride, Jimin?” Hoseok’s voice was cold. Taehyung stood and so did Namjoon.

“Yes, Hoseok, I’d like you to meet Y/N,” Jimin said, standing up and placing his hand on your chair. Biting your lip you kept your head down. Suddenly your food wasn’t that appetizing.

“She’s still alive is she?”

“Hoseok!”

“Brother, that’s enough,” Namjoon said, moving towards him.

“I’m sure she’s already aware of her standing, you’ve no doubt told her everything,” he commented.

“Please, join us for breakfast,” you offered the seat next to yours. Hoseok raised a brow before scowling at you.

“Are you aware of the destruction and agony that is being spread because of your still being alive?” he snarled. You pressed yourself against the back of the chair.

“Enough, that’s not her fault,” Taehyung demanded.

“We’ve done things a certain way for years. Once she’s dead, the line is done. She’s the last one. Highness, she is the last one of the damned bloodline. The witch will leave us alone once she’s gone!” Hoseok cried.

“If you think that a horrid woman such as that would leave us alone, after all the tormenting she’s done throughout the years, because of her death... Then you are a fool, Hoseok,” Father Jin declared. Hoseok chuckled softly before grabbing an apple that sat on your plate.

He bit into the red flesh of the fruit and marveled at its sweetness.

“I’ve just spent weeks, fighting with those damned Forsaken... Watching women, children and good men die because of her. Hundreds of women more beautiful, more intelligent and more worthy wait to be your bride, Highness. This mere farm girl, is she truly worth all this suffering?”

A sob broke from your throat as you stood taking the verbal abuse.

He was right...

“Hoseok! That is enough,” Jimin growled. Hoseok raised his eyebrows and then sighed.

“Terribly sorry, my Lady,” he sneered, before waltzing off. The sound of the crisp apple ringing in your ears.

And now, he stood before you... Alone...

“Good morning, Hoseok,” you said, trying to keep your composure.

“My Lady,” he bowed slightly. You tried not to scoff, it was an insult.

“Is there something I can do for you, Hoseok?”

He smiled before pinning you against the wall, knife at your throat and his hand covering your mouth. Frightened tears sprung to your eyes. You wanted to wipe at them, but his strength was unmatchable. You swallowed and felt the sharp edge of the weapon graze your tender flesh.

“I simply want for you to be aware of how easily I could kill you. The only reason you are alive right now is because the Prince would no doubt hang me for your murder. And right now, I still have a purpose for my life. But once that purpose is fulfilled, you will die,” he snarled. “I won’t let one life stand in front of thousands of others.”

You huffed behind his palm, struggling to breath. He wasn’t lying, or merely trying to scare you. He meant every single word coming from his mouth. However, his words were not was chilled you to your very bones. No, his eyes were what made your knees tremble and heart clench.

They held so much fear... and a frightened man was capable of many dangerous things. If anyone found the two of you like this, he would no doubt be locked up for a few months. Lose his standing with the court and much more, however here he was...

“Now you can scream and cry to Jimin if you so desire, but I will find you no matter the distance. Because I care for the people you think so lowly of. Unlike you I grew up with nothing, and I will go into the ground with nothing. So, do as you wish. Just remember, I decide when you die... because Jimin won’t do it himself.”

With that, he released you. You scrambled up and bolted down the hallways as fast as you could move. Your heart hammered in your chest so hard that you thought it would certainly burst.

Coming around a corner you collided with, none other than your husband.

Jimin had just come from a meeting to find you, and here you were.

“Y/N, I was just coming to find you. What is-”

You cut him off by throwing your arms around his shoulders tightly. Jimin stopped and felt your trembling form. He moved to question you, but you simply held on tighter.

“Don’t ask me, please,” you whispered. “Just hold me.”

Jimin nodded slow before wrapping you up in his arms. Letting the question sit on his tongue unasked.

* * *

That night you looked out over the field with mute interest. Jimin didn’t ask what had frightened you so, but you knew he was curious.

Hoseok hadn’t come near you, keeping his distance at dinner. However the mere sight of him had your heart pounding hard in your ears. Although he acted as if both transpired between you two. As if, just hours ago, he didn’t have a knife to your throat.

You felt warmth wrap around your waist.

Jimin pressed his head against your shoulder, keeping you locked in his arms. “I don’t know what happened, and don’t feel as though you must tell me. But you worried me, I thought someone had hurt you,” he murmured.

“I didn’t mean to alarm you,” you apologized. Jimin shook his head, soft tufts of hair brushing your skin. It felt like a warm breeze caressing your neck.

Warm breeze...

The beach!

That’s what you wanted to speak with him about before Hoseok...

“Jimin?” You asked softly.

“Mmm?” He answered, obviously tired.

“I was thinking, perhaps we need a change in scenery,” you suggested. Jimin’s head popped up from the crook of your neck.

“What?”

“Well, it’s getting colder and autumn is almost in full here... but I just remembered I hadn’t gone swimming all summer. I adore the water, and-”

“You adore the water?” He asked, smiling at you.

You nodded back quickly. “Yes, I would sneak out all the time when mother was asleep to swim in the river,” you confessed.

“Naughty girl,” Jimin teased. You bit your lip and turned in his hold.

“Do you think we could go? To the ocean?”

Jimin sighed and seemed to think for a moment. “I don’t see why you couldn’t go for a week to our Palace on the Albion sea. It’s warm this time of year, should be perfect for swimming,” he promised.

You... Not we...

“I’m not leaving without you,” you said. Jimin huffed and let you go, walking to the railing.

“I have much to do before my coronation. Plans to make, people to meet with... a witch to kill,” he growled. You walked behind him and rubbed his shoulders too ease his anger.

“It’s too much stress on you, you’re going to make yourself collapse at this rate! For your own health, come with me,” you urged, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Darling I would enjoy nothing more than traveling to the seaside with you, but I have responsibilities,” he reasoned.

“You know, I’ve never been one for those bathing gowns that women use to swim. I much prefer just discarding all the unnecessary fabric and swimming freely,” you grinned. Jimin tensed against you.

“Don’t start,” he warned.

“I’m merely stating a fact,” you said, removing yourself from him. “Well, if you’re certain you can’t go then I have no doubt that Jungkook and Taehyung would accompany me to the palace. For the week. Alone.”

Walking back to the bedroom you heard Jimin whisper, before quickly making stride with you.

“Perhaps I could have the advisors do the heavy lifting this week. After all, I haven’t been to the beach in ages as well,” he agreed.

You smiled, silently cheering in your head. “If you think they could manage,” you goaded. Jimin just shook his head and sighed in defeat.

“There’s no winning against you, my dear,” he chucked.

“I’d say my win is in our best interest,” you smiled. Jimin nodded before heading towards the bed. You turned to shut the balcony doors when you saw it... However small it was, fading against the darkness of the forest. Your eyes were not mistaken.

The same orange light from days ago...

* * *

Loading up the carriages had taken a majority of the morning.

Father Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi were staying to ensure that the Castle was protected in Jimin’s absence.

You hugged Father Jin tightly, knowing a week without him would be dreadful. He patted your hair, letting you hold him tight.

“Be good, I will be praying for your safety,” he whispered.

“I’ll be back,” you grinned. “But I can’t promise my behavior will be that of a Lady.”

Jin coughed and then let you go. “I will certainly be praying,” he sighed.

You waved to Yoongi as you climbed into your carriage. Hoseok gazed at you, making your heart stutter painfully. You hadn’t told Jimin, and you didn’t intend on it.

For now, you were safe.

Jimin pulled himself into the carriage beside you and shut the door quickly. You raised an eyebrow at him, knowing he wasn’t supposed to be riding with you.

“Highness,” You tutted.

“Is it so wrong that I wish to accompany my wife?” He asked.

“You know that’s not the worry,” you reminded.

“It’s not a long trip, I’m confident that we can ride together,” he stated.

A knock came on the carriage door. Namjoons face greeted you as he looked in.

“Damn,” Jimin breathed.

“Your Majesty, I believe your carriage is the next one up,” Namjoon said. Jimin huffed and a pout made its way onto his face. You struggled to not giggle.

“I’m going to ride with my wife for this trip,” he said.

“Highness,” Namjoon warned.

Jimin groaned before turning to you. “Apparently I’m being called away, my dear. I'll see you in a few hours,” he said. Leaning close he place a soft kiss to your lips.

You froze in shock. Jimin had been incorporating small displays of a affection to you since your incident. Gentle hugs, soft kisses. It was wonderful...

Letting your mind wander you found your hand gripping his sleeve. Jimin smirked against your mouth before pulling away. Your cheeks stained pink and lips wet, you were incredibly enticing.

“Y-you know, a few hours will be an awfully long time without you,” you breathed. Your husband grinned, pressing his head against yours.

“Shall I give you plenty to think about while I’m gone?”

Jimin leaned in once more, before someone cleared their throat. He stopped and found Namjoon standing outside the carriage with pink cheeks. You laughed and placed a sweet kiss to his face.

“I think I’ve got plenty to think about,” you grinned. Jimin sighed and moved away from your form.

“I can’t wait to walk along the ocean with you, I’ll see you in a few hours,” he murmured before opening the carriage door once more.

You smiled as Namjoon scolded the Prince as he walked towards his carriage. A chuckle escaped you as Jungkook approached your door. He knocked and you nodded for him to open.

“Would you mind if we shared the carriage, My Lady?” He asked.

“Not at all, please,” you said, gesturing to the seat across from you. Jungkook sat down and soon after, the vehicle jolted.

“Are you excited?” Jungkook asked a few minutes into the ride.

“More than you could know,” you breathed, watching as the castle became smaller behind you.

“Have you been to the ocean before?”

“No,” you shook your head. “But I’ve heard so many stories of its beauty I can’t believe I’m going.”

“I’m glad we could go... I’m not sure when Jimin will get to see it again,” Jungkook whispered. You looked and saw worry on the guardsman’s face.

“What troubles you?” You offered. Jungkook bit his lip and shuffled in his seat.

“His Highness... I’m worried once he is crowned King, that he’ll forget that he’s also many other things... not only a King, but an older brother. Friend and fellow man of arms... a husband,” he whispered.

“A father,” you noted. Jungkook coughed and then looked at your stomach in panic.

“My Lady, does Jimin know? We mustn’t let word of this travel you know, it’s already so volatile a situation-“

“Jungkook, Not now. But in the future, ease your frantic thoughts,” you laughed softly. Jungkook panted and rested his head back against the seat.

“My Lady I thought my heart was going to stop,” he huffed. You just smiled and shook your head.

This trip would be good for you.

All of you.

* * *

You awoke to Jungkook gently nudging your arm. “My Lady, we’ve arrived!” He announced.

Lifting your head you saw the setting sun, and a vast amount of open water. Your heart hammered in your chest at the sight. You were so entranced that you didn’t notice Jungkook’s departure. He went to clear his throat when Jimin appeared.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw the ocean... it feels like forever,” he breathed.

“It’ll be good for you to relax, Highness. I’ll help Namjoon with the luggage and horses. Why don’t you and Lady Y/N go inside to take tea?” Jungkook suggested. Jimin nodded and moved to help you out of the buggy.

“Darling, we’ve arrived,” Jimin said, reaching for your hand. You tore your gaze away from the breathtaking view of the ocean and leveled your eyes with his.

He was a vision in this moment.

Hair ablaze from the setting sun, his eyes sparkling in the burning light. He was reaching for you, and you couldn’t help but acknowledge how right this felt. To be here with him. You realized that it could be anywhere with Jimin and it could feel like this.

Because if he was there, at least you had him.

If everyone in the world abandoned you... except for him... the world would still shine just as bright. Because he was the sun in your eyes. The light of the day and promise of a brighter tomorrow.

The words you ached to say sat on the tip of your tongue as Jimin helped you out of your seat and onto the different terrain. Your shoes sunk slightly, making you lean on your husband for support.

“The ground is softer than at home, my dear. Be sure to not hurt your ankles,” he warned, wrapping your arm around his.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Jungkook suggested we go for some tea, what do you think?” Jimin said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Sounds enjoyable. But I think I’d prefer some coffee,” you jested. Jimin laughed and lead you towards the castle entrance.

It was so different than the other castles you’d been in while with Jimin.

The Palace of the Kingdom was bigger and of a deeper color stone. Almost black with age, holding an antique air about it.

Taehyung’s castle was also different. Sharing similar type of architecture to the Royal Palace, but clearly newer and of lighter stonework.

However, this Castle was breathtaking. Almost pure ivory it gleamed in the setting sun. You were astounded by its brilliance, and you wondered if you could make this your permanent residence.

“It’s made from the sandstone from a quarry three days travel from here. It is said this castle pre-dates my ancestors rule. The locals of the village to the West call it a Sand Castle. Isn’t that humorous?” Jimin said as the doors opened for the two of you.

If the outside had impressed you, than the inside astounded you.

The most luxurious of fabrics hung from large windows that lined the corridor. Huge chandeliers with glittering gems dangled from the ceiling. You looked around and noticed the sunlight coming in through the glass panes like a flood of flames.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, unable to comprehend the beauty before you.

Jimin looked at you as you were bathed in the twinkling afternoon light. You were focused on the view before you, but Jimin thought you were easily more worthy of his attention.

Your hair flowing from your shoulders in delicate curls, cheeks twinges pink and the light of the sun warming your skin. The fabric of your dress shifting in the glow of the atmosphere around you.

Everything about you was enthralling, and he couldn’t believe you were real. Standing before him wearing a ring that bound you to him for life.

Even though you’d gone through so much as a child. Being told you were meant for him from a young age. Not being allowed outside often and being punished when you weren’t absolutely perfect. Withstanding the criticism of marrying into a society based on lineage, of which you had none.

Living through the torture of being alone in the palace. Relying on Father Jin and your own mental strength to continue on each day... staying with him even though he hadn’t been faithful or attentive.

Giving him so much love and affection. Being understanding of his situation, and working with him to get out of it all together.

Having a witch trying to murder you, and then coming back from it twice...

You were incredible in his eyes.

And more than perfectly suited to be his wife, his Queen...

The mother of his future children?

With you, the possibilities didn’t seem so daunting anymore. Because at the very least, you had each other.

Jimin wasn’t sure if what he felt for you was love, adoration or just comfort. Comfort in knowing that there was someone beside him, and that he wouldn’t be alone in his castle either.

“Come, let us get some coffee,” Jimin suggested, taking your hand and leading your towards the many corridors the castle had to offer.

You looked around in awe at the passing paintings and many windows that showed views of the ocean.

Everything here sparkled in the evening sun. You found yourself being dragged into a cute little parlor room that had been decorated with elegant turquoise satin.

The slipper sofa sat against the wall angled so whomever decided to rest there would see the sea in all its splendor. Jimin brought you to the glass French doors that sat encrusted with delicate gold lacing.

This Palace screamed elegance and luxury. Never in your life did you imagine being married to the Prince would bring you to a place of such glamour. You thought your life would be spent, locked away from the world. Bringing children into the world for the purpose of continuing the throne. But, life decided to give you the sweetest of apples instead of a sour lemon.

And he stood there, basking in the sight before him...

Your sweet apple.

“The ocean breeze is lovely this time of year, not too hot to cause you to perspire, but not so cold to give you a fever,” he sighed.

“I’m glad we could come,” you smiled.

Jimin nodded. “Me too... I remember playing down on the beach with Father,” he frowned. “Unfortunately, my father won’t ever be able to see this palace again. His state is far too feeble to travel. It pains me to know his last memories here are fleeting ones from my childhood.”

You wrapped your arm around his and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Memories are still as such, I’m sure he doesn’t regret his time here with you and your mother. When we return to the Royal Palace, we will tell him of the fun we had here. And he’ll remember his memories here with you. I know when I’m old and weak in my bed, I’ll remember this place with such fondness,” you assured. Jimin brought you close and held you in his arms. Your words were so sure, so full of attentive affection for him that it made his heart swell.

You were far too good for him. Someone who was willing to kill you in order for an old tradition to be fulfilled. In order to protect, but at what cost was that protection?

He wasn’t going to be trading lives.

Because you can start doing atrotricious things with those kinds of thoughts. Eventually, human life holds no value any more... Jimin didn’t want to turn into that. He wanted each life to be precious. To hold weight in a room and discussion. People weren’t merely pawns on a board for him to be the decider for. They had pathways to travel, and sometimes paths intertwined.

Like yours and his.

Paths intervening and changing, twisting into different directions no one ever thought they’d go. Jimin surely thought this marriage would be the worst part of his life. However, you were kind and good. Your heart pure and courage prevailing over his stubborn exterior.

Jimin was cradling you in his arms so carefully, you wondered what he was thinking... As if you were a precious memory to him already. Something tangible in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Gently brushing your fingers through the nape of his neck, you smiled as you finally felt like you weren’t alone.

* * *

It was incredibly dark...

So dark and you were running. Running so fast that you couldn’t feel your legs anymore. You had to move, and quickly.

Your stomach throbbed as you looked down, you saw the swell of a babe resting in your womb. You were panicking. Someone was trying to hurt you and your baby.

Fear drenched you like a cold fabric, clinging to your mind as you continued to run. You had to go faster, to get away from the danger. You didn’t dare turn to face said terror. Certainly your heart would fail if you did.

Suddenly, you tripped and landed on your side.

Pain erupted from your body and you lay still in the brush. You struggled to lift yourself up, being heavily pregnant. There was shouting, someone saying your name.

“Y/N! Darling, where are you!?”

It was Jimin!

“JIMIN! I’m here!” you cried, throat feeling sore and scratchy. Footsteps came quickly, then Jimin’s head of blonde hair greeting you.

“My darling, are you alright?” he asked, cradling your face. You sobbed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“They’re trying to catch me,” you whimpered, holding your stomach. Jimin examined your side and then moved to help you up.

“Hurry, this way my love,” he urged. You followed him blindly, moving towards the darkness. Jimin’s hand was cold in your own. But that didn’t matter, because he was here.

Your mind was delirious from exhaustion. You just wanted to rest, body aching from the fear and exercise.

Jimin lead you into a small hut in the woods, nothing like the palaces you’d grown accustom to. “Here, my darling,” he offered, helping you sit. You did so, gently easing yourself onto the bed in the corner of the one room.

“Jimin, she’s coming,” you whispered. He held your face in his hands and kissed your forehead. “She wants our baby,” you sobbed.

“I’d rather die than let that happen,” he swore to you, gripping your hand. You nodded and felt a sweet kiss go to your lips.

“Jimin, I love-”

“Gah,” Jimin gasped. You looked down and saw a blade protruding from his stomach. Jimin’s lips were stained red from his blood. He collapsed to the floor and there stood Hoseok behind him, blade dripping crimson.

“I warned you,” he whispered.

“Jimin!” you cried, falling to his side at once.

“Why couldn’t you let me do it?” he asked, chest heaving with effort to inhale and exhale.

“Do what, my love?” you asked, applying pressure to his wound to keep him with you just a moment longer.

“Let me... kill you... Now we all suffer, because you are selfish... Not only me, but our child as well,” he rasped. Placing his bloodied hand on your stomach, he looked pained. However, not from his wound. “I’m sorry my child, I must go before you.”

“Jimin, please! You promised me we’d do this together! You promised!”

The room went dark and you heard sharp cackling from all angles. As if you were being suffocated by the sound. Your heart thrummed in your ears as you felt a deep contraction in your stomach.

Were you going into labor?

“W-Who’s there?”

“She who has been betrayed by you, and those before you...”

The voice was like ice drilling into your skin. Sheer terror erupted from your frame as you tried to find a way out. To get away, to be safe.

“My darling...”

Jimin’s voice whispered.

“Why couldn’t you let me do it?”

“Jimin, please where are you?” you begged.

“Enjoy these moments, my sweet. Because they will be fleeting in the end, and so will your life. Fleeting, and ending soon... Sweet dreams, Y/N...”

* * *

You awoke screaming.

Jolting awake in bed you felt tears burning in your eyes. You throat was raw and you couldn’t stop your trembling.

You couldn’t stop screaming, the fear and that voice... It was still in your mind and it wouldn’t leave. Only you screaming kept it at bay.

Jimin flew up in his position beside you in a flustered mess. “Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

He wrapped his arms around you and tried to comfort your cries. You held your head and tried to get the damned voice from your mind. All you wanted to do was drift into blackness, somewhere the sound of the ice wouldn’t follow.

“Shh, my darling, shhh,” Jimin spoke right in your ear. You froze and stopped howling in fear. Jimin rubbed your back and you turned to look at him. His eyes were bleary with sleep and he was exhausted.

“J-Jimin?” you asked, looking at his lips.

They were slightly pink and chapped from sleep... But there was no blood.

“I’m right here,” he assured, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“Oh God,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “I thought I’d lost you.”

A strong cage locked around your waist. Jimin was holding you to him as you cried. All you could see was him on the ground with blood pouring from his wound. The mere thought of it made you want to gag. You moved away from his and held his face, checking for wounds. You moved your hands over his body, making sure that he was alright.

“He stabbed you,” you whispered, pressing your hands against his stomach. Jimin looked at your shaken form next to him, and he felt so helpless.

“Who, my darling?” he asked, holding your hand gently.

“He who wishes for my end,” you whispered.

“MY PRINCE? LADY Y/N? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT IN THERE? WE COULD HEAR SCREAMS FROM THE BARRACKS!”

Jungkook’s voice echoed from behind the door.

“We’re alright Jungkook! A nightmare plagued her, go back to sleep. I will soothe her,” Jimin called back.

“OF COURSE HIGHNESS! REST ASSURED LADY Y/N! WE WILL PROTECT YOU WITH OUR LIVES!”

The image of all those you’ve come to care for, bloodied and unresponsive on the floor flashed before your eyes. You tightened your grip on Jimin, unwilling to let go of him for even a moment.

“Y/N, what did you dream about?” Jimin asked, brushing a hand down your spine.

“The witch...”

Jimin’s face grew dark. “She won’t come near you, not if I have anything to do about it.”

“Perhaps she doesn’t need to... Maybe, it would be easier if I-”

“Hold your tongue, you will not utter that sentence,” Jimin warned.

“Jimin-”

“I won’t have it!” Jimin cried. “No! She doesn’t get to win, I won’t allow her to. For once, I’m happy. For once, I feel like I have someone who will listen to me not because I’m a Prince, but because you care about my feelings... I don’t want to lose my only support I’ve ever had... I also, don’t want to lose my future Queen... Most importantly, I can’t lose someone whom I’ve only just began to uncover,” he panted.

“Jimin, all of these people... And those not even born yet,” you swallowed thick. “All of them are at risk because of me. I can’t sleep with their lives on my conscience.”

“We’ve bent to her will for far too long. Father Jin is correct. If we believe your death would stop the years of heinous torture she’s procured, then we are truly the fools. I won’t let her win,” Jimin promised, wrapping his hand around yours.

A sour taste was left in your mouth as you discovered your defeat.

Jimin noticed your uneased and lifted your hands from your lap in into his own. “Y/N?” he asked, lifting your hands so you were palm to palm before your faces.

“Yes?” you responded softly.

“Do you know what the bands on our fingers mean?” he asked, pushing his ring finger against yours softly.

“That we are married, bound together by God and-”

“Not only that, darling... But we have duties to one another. I as your husband, and you as my wife. We can’t fulfill those duties to one another if you’re dead. I’m not through with you yet,” Jimin teased. You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“Jimin,” you breathed.

“You need to rest,” he urged, laying you down gently.

“I can’t sleep,” you whimpered. “That dreaded voice... It will follow me.”

“I’ll sing to you then, until you are asleep,” Jimin whispered.

You bit your lip before nodding. Jimin began to hum a simple lullaby, something you remember your own father singing to you as a fitful child.

The nostalgic melody swirled in your brain, and soon you were drifting back to sleep...

* * *

The following days passed in a blur. You were haunted by your nightmare, making you nearly unable to enjoy the ocean and the beautiful sights Jimin was enthralled with. You tried so hard to make sure that he came here with you, and now you were acting disinterested in everything he suggested!

What a horrible wife...

You did manage to go with him to the small village and meet with a couple people of the Council there. They cooed over your beauty and Jimin simply brushed it aside. The people here were known for loving luxury and holding things of beauty and grace to the highest standard.

But, they were kind and showed great amounts of hospitality.

While on your excursion, Jimin managed to get you to smile and laugh with him while exploring the woods.

He remembered you mentioning that you were a bit of an adventurer back in your childhood. Of course, Jungkook and Namjoon weren’t thrilled by the idea of you both running off into the woods unattended and quickly found you and redirected your adventuring to the city streets.

Returning back to the castle on the final night was bitter sweet.

You hadn’t been able to go swimming the entire time you were there due to high tides and a little storm that passed through two days prior.

However, tonight the water was calm...

You slipped on your silk nightdress and some slippers in the moonlight. Jimin was sound asleep in your bed. He’d gone out hunting with Jungkook and Namjoon that morning and came home dead tired.

Careful as to not disturb him, you pulled open the door and made your way down the stairs.

The castle was silent at night, not even the sound of animals outside were there to fill the deafening silence. But you heard the call of the ocean.

The gentle waves crashing on the shore sang out to your deprived heart as you quickly made for the beach.

Climbing over the large rocks and treacherous dips and sharp angled stones your heart began to race.

When was the last time you’d been swimming? Had it been so long that the sensation of climbing over such dangerous areas now filled you with fear? A spray of sea water hit you in the face and you stood in awe of the beauty. You couldn’t believe how thrilled you were to feel the ocean.

Water of any form called to you in such a way you couldn’t explain.

Dropping onto the damp sand you removed your slippers and tossed them aside.

The waves pushed and pulled against the shoreline, dampening the sand present. The moon and stars glimmered against the water like gemstones in jewelry. Although this sight was worth so much more than mere money.

Just being able to stand here, and witness nature... It filled you with so much gratitude. You were thankful to be alive so that you could experience things like this. To feel the water rushing over your toes and making you giggle.

Walking into the water you felt it encasing your legs. The temperature was pleasant if not slightly chilly. The weather was turning colder up north, so no doubt the same was occurring here. But for now, the water was perfect. Looking down you saw your nightdress darkening with the water.

You quickly dove under the waves, feeling the liquid caress your body and fill your heart with such joy. Breaking the surface you pushed your damp hair away from your face. Placing your head back in the water you looked at the bottom with interest.

However, soon your eyes began to sting because of the salt in the water. You pouted as you rubbed your eyes. The river never had that kind of effect on your eyes.

“I might like the river better,” you muttered, splashing the ocean in punishment.

“You know, it didn’t get to choose whether it wanted to be salty or not,” a voice carried through the night air.

You jumped and turned quickly to cover yourself.

Jimin stood on the shore, his arms crossed as he watched you.

“H-How long have you been standing there?” you asked, biting your lip in embarrassment. This was incredibly unladylike.

“I heard you leave the room. I was curious as to where you were going, so I followed behind you,” Jimin stated. You heard a small amount of anger in his voice, something that confused you.

Until you thought of why you’d be leaving in the middle of the night without telling your husband. A smirk grew on your face. “Did you think me to be having an affair?” you questioned, laughing at the end. Jimin flushed and quickly rubbed his neck.

You knew it.

“Of course I wouldn’t think so lowly of you,” he stated.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Jimin,” you accused. Jimin huffed and crossed his arms in defiance.

“I am not jealous,” he declared.

“Surely not, I a merely jesting with you,” you chuckled. Jimin scowled.

“Don’t make me remind you whom you married,” he warned.

“You needn’t remind me, I always know who I married,” you smiled, brushing your hair from your face, flashing him your ring.

“You had better,” he stated. You shook your head before walking closer to shore.

“Would you like to join me?” you asked, walking just close enough for your dampened nightdress beginning to show. Jimin bit his lip and cleared his throat.

“I think you should come out of the water, you’ll catch a cold,” he coughed. You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you certain you wish for me to get out? These are my night garments, and there is nothing underneath this dress,” you warned. Jimin went slightly pale before glaring at you.

“That’s it,” he growled. Pulling his shoes off he stormed towards the water. You squealed before quickly swimming away from him.

“I was only teasing!” you cried from laughter, watching as Jimin chased after you in the water.

“I’ll teach you to tease me!” Jimin yelled, amusement hidden in his tone.

You both waded through the water, evading and attempting to capture one another. Your face hurt from smiling and laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt so light and bubbly.

You tripped up over a rock and were sent tumbling into the water backwards. Jimin was quick to grab your hand and pull you close to his body. You were panting from pushing yourself through the different medium. Jimin was tired also, soft puffs of breath hitting your face.

“You’ve caught me,” you announced, smiling. Jimin blinked slow, gaze flickering from your eyes then lower.

“So I have,” he pants.

“Shall you take a prize for your capture?” you whispered.

“I think I might,” Jimin confirmed before leaning forwards and pressing his lips against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back slowly. You’d never been kissed like this before. The only other time you recall having such a passionate kiss was when Jimin aided you with your lust potion.

His soft, plump lips worked against yours as he began to move backwards towards the shore. You followed blindly, letting the waves and your husband guide you from the water you so loved.

The two of you fell to the ground, Jimin landing in the sand on his back. You falling on to of his torso, legs hooked over his hips. He stared up at you, eyes lidded and lips slightly swollen from yours.

It was silent except for your harsh breathing and the waves behind you.

Jimin brought his hands to your damp thighs and rubbed warmth into them. You shuddered at his touch and smiled down at him.

His hair was wet from the water, his skin sparkling in the moonlight. His hands traveled higher until they were locked with yours as he sat up. Jimin looked at you, shining under the light from the sky.

He could feel something burning in his blood. As if he couldn’t keep his mind straight while looking at you. All he wanted was to kiss you, make you submit to him and to have you all to himself. It was incredibly selfish, but he wanted to lock you away for only his eyes to view. Only his lips to kiss.

Only his love to have.

“I’m-uh, I’m not sure what I’m feeling right now,” Jimin confessed, easing your hands around his shoulders. You smiled and kissed his forehead gently.

“Until you’re sure of your feelings, then we can stop. For right now, sitting under the starlight with you makes my heart fill with joy,” you smiled. Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly.

“The nightmares that plague you, I am worried for your health,” Jimin sighed into your skin. You shuddered at the sensation, and because of the nightmares.

They had only gotten worse while being here.

And everytime you got closer to Jimin, it was as if the nightmares punished you for feeling so elated when he held your hands. It was like not being able to be happy without fear of doom befalling you later on.

“I-I... I’m sorry they frighten you so,” you tried to soothe him. He chuckled and pulled your face away to look at you.

“I believe in this situation, I am supposed to be comforting you my dear.”

You shook your head. “No,” you stated. “I don’t want you to have to worry about something as trivial as nightmares. It’s a childish fear anyways.”

Jimin frowned at your statement. “If it frightens you, then I don’t think it is childish. Even grown men and women are allowed to be afraid... Fear isn’t something you can outgrow.”

You sighed and brushed your wet hair off your face. Jimin marveled at the sight, unconsciously taking a strand between his fingers. You watched as he twirled it around his fingers and it fell against your chest.

Jimin’s eyes followed the strand and he moved forward, moving you on your back. You stared up at him as he sat with his hips against yours and face hovering over your lips. “I know this one emotion well,” he breathed. “Desire.”

He brought his lips to yours again. You were powerless to his advances, becoming pliant under his hold. All you wanted to do was please the man atop you. If that meant giving him your maidenhood right here on this beach then you would do it.

Everything about him intoxicated you. He was like the sweetest of wine in the middle of summer’s heat. A refreshing burn that left you light in the head and weak in the knees. A vibrant blush on your cheeks.

Jimin hadn’t seen you in such a state of undress in a long while, and he almost forgot how beautiful you were without those suffocating gowns. He scowled at the thought of the corsets that he mentioned the last time you were intimate.

He found you wearing them less, however you obviously weren’t comfortable in your own skin yet. Jimin knew the feeling well. He never felt like he looked desirable. However, you seemed to be enjoying his body at the moment...

You mewled when he pushed his groin against yours while he shifted up to get a better angle to your lips. He broke away for just a moment to heave in a large breath of air before diving back into your deadly kiss.

This was him...

Giving up...

He knew now, anything you’d ever want he’d give it to you. As much jewels as you could carry. Enough drink and food to make you soft under his touch. As many dresses and clothing items to fill fifty closets.

As many children as you would bear for him.

All of it he would give to you, because this feeling in his heart was so strong. So pure that he didn’t want it to ever leave. It felt like a part of him; you had become a part of him.

Somewhere along the way, you had stitched yourself into his heart. And now losing you would no doubt kill him.

“Jimin,” you breathed, bringing him from his thoughts. He set his forehead against yours and panted on your lips.

“Yes, darling?”

“I-I think we should go inside,” you whispered. “We’re both damp from the water, we’ll catch our deaths out here. Perhaps a warm bath for us both?”

“Shall we share the water, Y/N?”

You squeaked and turned a bright shade of pink before shaking your head quickly. Jimin just laughed and brought you both to your feet. “It was merely a suggestion my Lady, however you are correct. If we stay out here much longer I don’t think that I will be able to keep you pure,” he huffed. You bit your lip before interlacing your fingers with his.

“Come, before the chill takes us,” you smiled.

Jimin nodded and ran off with you towards the castle.

Everything was perfect in this moment.

If only it could stay that way...

Into Eternity - Part XII

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Romance

Warnings: Pining, illness, Jimin being an impatient baby. If I forgot anything please let me know!

Words: 4,050

Hoseok sat in the kitchen of the abandoned palace, guilt eating him up inside. You had a fever, one that was hard to control and it was beginning to take its toll on you. Coughing could be heard daily as you tried to get air into your lungs. 

His original plan was to get you away from Jimin and to bring you to Morgana for sacrifice, but now... Now you might die before the damned witch could even take you. He’d travelled into the village in search of an Apothecary or a Priest, someone with any kind of medical knowledge... But there wasn’t anyone.

He’d tried to read books found in the library on how to aid you in your sickness, but he wasn’t well versed in the herbal side of them... He didn’t want to poison you and have a very upset Morgana on his tail after it all.

So, there you lay in your room. Sick and asking for your husband.

You asked every day... Every single day you asked Hoseok if your Jimin had come to see you. And each day Jimin didn’t show, he saw you get paler and paler. Falling deeper into sickness as you longed for the one you couldn’t see.

“H-Hoseok.” Your voice would be cut off with coughing. “Has Jimin arrived yet? I couldn’t look out the window this morning, I couldn’t stand.”

He’d tell you no, like he did every time you asked. A small frown would appear on your face and you’d take the tea and broth from him. You’d struggle to lift your cup, as it was hot in your frigid hands. Hoseok would help you, lifting the mug so you could sip at the tea. Hoseok would stay until you’d finished it all. 

Each time you thanked him.

“Thank you, Hoseok, I feel much better.”

You were lying. Because everyday you looked worse. Thankfully you had kept some weight on you, so you didn’t look to be a skeleton under your clothing. But you were so pale and lethargic he wondered if you’d fall to pieces after a hard enough coughing fit.

Once you were finished with your meal, Hoseok would remove the dishes, help you back into bed to rest. The shame would follow him down the stairs and into the kitchen where he washed the very dishes he’d help you eat from. 

And then he’d sit and feel remorseful. 

This repetitive cycle made him dizzy. He wasn’t sure how many days had passed since you’d fallen ill, but he knew it was a decent number. He knew of your fragile state, and he was aware that you probably could be unwell during your time here. 

Hoseok thought that it might come in handy when the time to kill you was here. But Morgana was a fickle creature, and she wanted Jimin there to see the light leave your eyes. She wanted him to feel the pain she did when his ancestor chose another woman before her. 

Someone who had broken her powerful spell...

“Hoseok,” a chilling voice creeped through the walls. 

“Morgana, what is it you come to ask of me?” he sighed, standing up and placing your utensils away. 

“The girl, she isn’t well,” she pouts. “Why is that?”

“She was a weak creature to begin with, being in this cold has made her sick. I fear you may not get to have her die before Jimin as you had hoped,” Hoseok stated.

“What!? That... That wench! How dare she defy me even in this way!? Not only does she take my beloved away from me, now she doesn’t even give me the pleasure of killing her before the one who betrayed me?”

Hoseok rubbed his face then looked to the black mist that was swirling around the hag looking being.

Morgana could take on any form she wanted, but with her magic waning, she was no doubt running out of masks to wear. “Morgana, I don’t know what you’d like from me. All I can tell you is that I fear she may not make it through this very night. I doubt she’ll be able to wait for Jimin much longer,” he stressed.

Morgana looked down at the floor and growled in frustration. “Damn them! Damn you feeble bodied humans who can’t handle the meagerest amounts of change!”

“Shall I just kill her for you now?” Hoseok asked, bringing forth his cursed blades to show them off to his mistress.

“No... It won’t be the revenge I’ve waited years to see. All because this insolent brat must have lungs of paper!” 

“Then what do you suggest I do?”

“That... Priest,” Morgana spit after the word. As if it was sour in her mouth. “He could heal her, certainly he could.”

“They’ll never come here, it would be too risky with you possibly knowing her whereabouts,” Hoseok declared.

“Then I’ll attack that Lord’s Castle, drive them out!”

“Then they’ll just run back to the Royal Palace. Either that or they will choose another stronghold to defend. Morgana, you may have to stop the assaults all together,” Hoseok stated.

“No! My children must feed in order to bring me sacrifice!”

“Then we make a show,” Hoseok announced.

“How do you mean?” she asked. 

“Pretend to be slain by me, and during that time we can have Lady Y/N healed and-”

“And give her a chance to make an offspring with my beloved? Absolutely not,” Morgana rejected.

“Well, it’s either that, or you don’t get your revenge the way you intended. I am merely at your will, I will do as you ask,” Hoseok said solemnly.

“Fine, make a spectacle of me then. But bring me sacrifices in the meantime, animals will suffice. I won’t be nearly as powerful as I’d like... But once that wench dies, I will be able to have my love back,” Morgana grins, teeth blackened and gnarled. Hoseok cringed at the sight, but nodded anyways. 

“Then how do you expect me to proceed?”

“Call upon them, say you have captured me,” Morgana states.

“How will I have been able to manage that on my own?” he questions.

“I will allow them to kill my children, it will weaken me so I demand several animals to keep my strength,” she snarls. 

“Of course,” Hoseok nods.

“Call them here, and use those blades to puncture my heart. Only cursed weapons and poison will take down she with a blackened soul. Lie, slather this potion on your blade. I’ll burst into flames, make a ‘show’ for them as you put it,” Morgana explains. “During that time, heal the girl. Then when she is finally back in health and my beloved comes to her, I will appear and you will slay the girl. With that sacrifice I will be able to bring back your wife and child.”

Hoseok thought of his wife whom he’d loved so dearly... And it hurt... God it was killing him not to hold her in his arms. To kiss her sweet face and cradle his infant in his embrace. 

“Very well,” Hoseok nodded. “I will send the letter tonight.”

“If you betray me, Hoseok... Know your family will suffer for eternity in oblivion,” Morgana warned as she slipped back into mist, dissipating into the air.

“I know...”

---

Jimin sat in his study again, signing more papers and doing official duties. After the initial battle, he was told to stay at the Castle while his men went to fight without him. Jungkook said that he was far too worried about you to fight properly, and he didn’t want something to happen to him. So, he’d stayed behind and helped Taehyung catch up on some documentation and deals that were bothering him. It was all very mundane. Get up, go to his desk and sign his life away. Life was so unsaturated without a purpose... 

A knock rang in the dusty air.

“Enter,” he accepted, leaning back in his chair.

Taehyung came in, shutting the door behind him. He looked bright, compared to Jimin’s dull atmosphere. 

“You seem... somber, Majesty,” Taehyung commented, sitting on the chair in front of Jimin’s desk. 

“First my wife is removed from me, then I am told I am unable to fight for my Kingdom... Imagine the uselessness I feel from these statements, Taehyung... I-I am questioning my right for the throne under these circumstances,” Jimin wavered.

“Don’t ever think that you aren’t fit to rule, Jimin,” Taehyung declared firm. “You care more for these people than they know. And if signing papers is how you will help them, then do it.”

“Taehyung, something bothers me,” Jimin whispered, staring at the sheets before him.

“What troubles you?” Taehyung asked. 

Jimin’s face was dark, hidden behind the mask he put up for everyone around him. It was rare for him to remove it, unless you were around. But Taehyung slowly saw the edges peeling away before it crumbled. Jimin’s broken eyes stared back at him as he looked to his friend for help.

Taehyung was frightened. Never had he seen his friend in such a state before. 

“I miss her so much I feel like my heart is going to break, Taehyung... I need to see her, I long to hold her again... I want to know she’s alright, that she’s safe... And I can’t do that from here, I need to see her so badly,” Jimin whimpered. 

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered, coming to embrace his friend gingerly. Jimin grabbed onto his brother in arms and dear friend, trembling as if he were his last tie to this world. 

“Taehyung my world is falling down around me. My father is dead, my family is halfway across the map from me, and I am not allowed to go out and fight for my wife because... Because all I can think about is what that damned Forsaken told me on the battlefield,” he growled.

“What did it say? You know they spout lies,” Taehyung admonished. 

“Taehyung it knew where she was,” he breathed. 

“What are you talking about? Are you certain?” Taehyung gasped, standing. 

“It said that the cold makes her weak... And she’s in the cold right now, Taehyung! What the fuck was I supposed to think when that damned thing told me that?! Shit, Taehyung I can’t sleep because of worry.”

“I’m sure that it was just trying to get a rise out of you Highness,” Taehyung attempted to be calming. 

“Jesus Taehyung! Are you not listening?!”

The room went silent. 

Jimin’s harsh breathing was deafening to his own ears. 

“She’s in the Northern Peninsula... And she’s susceptible to the cold, tell me how you would react if you were told that from the enemy? From the thing you’re trying to hide your loved one from? I can’t stand it, Taehyung... It’s driving me insane,” Jimin croaked. 

“I’m sure nothing is wrong, we must have patience-”

“MAJESTY!”

Jimin’s head turned towards the door, soon a frantic knocking came from behind it. “Majesty, it’s me, please open the door, I have news!”

Father Jin’s voice came through the wood. 

Taehyung quickly moved to open it, letting in a frazzled Priest. Jimin stood, placing his hand on his desk for support. Why did he feel like something bad was happening? What was this feeling in his stomach, why did he feel sick?

“Father, what’s the matter?” Taehyung asked, placing his hand on Jin’s shoulders.

“I received a letter from Hoseok,” Jin answered.

“What?”

“He’s not supposed to be sending letters to us! He could give away Lady Y/N’s position!” Taehyung yelled.

“Taehyung, gather Jungkook and Yoongi. I want to speak with all of you in regards to this matter,” Jimin announced. Taehyung nodded, moving out the door to quickly collect the men Jimin wished to see. The Prince then turned to the Priest. “Father, tell me, is my wife alright?”

Jin’s face fell and Jimin thought that he would truly be sick. “She’s fallen ill, sire. Hoseok called for my aid... He claims that he has captured Morgana...”

---

The strategy room was cold as Jimin looked at his fellow men with a deep gaze. Something serious was going on, and none of them were certain how to handle the proceedings. 

“Gentleman, Hoseok has broken a rule put in place by us to protect my wife’s safety. However, Father Jin tells me it is because she is ill... She needs help. Hoseok also claims to have captured the witch, Morgana.”

Yoongi scoffed. “No, there isn’t a way in hell he managed to get close enough to touch her.”

“Well, think about it Yoongi,” Jungkook began. “We’ve been taking out several of her Forsaken. Without them she isn’t getting sacrifices, Father Jin told us that she needs those to keep up with her dark magic. And she’s having to produce more to keep up with our assaults... perhaps it wore her down enough to as where Hoseok was able to capture her.”

“If he was able to capture her why didn’t he just kill her then?” Jimin asked.

“It’s not that simple. A creature such as her must be taken down by either a cursed weapon or poison. Regular weapons are futile against her,” Father Jin explained.

“So, he managed to get her into some restraints? If she’s so powerful how was he able to accomplish this?” Taehyung asked.

“Hoseok said he placed the necklace I charmed around her neck to weaken her abilities. It has made her unable to use her magic. And with her power already waning, it might just be enough,” Jin stated.

“What of Y/N?” Jimin asked, palms sweating.

Jin’s face took on a darker expression. “He stated she isn’t well. He needs me there promptly, otherwise he fears she may not make it,” Jin warned.

“Then we should leave immediately,” Taehyung declared.

“I agree, I need to make sure she’s alright,” Jimin urged. The thought of seeing you already making his heart swell. 

“Hold, impatience is a sin.”

The boys stopped their chittering. Jin stood and addressed the men before him with a grave look on his face. 

“I must warn you all. This is a dangerous situation we find ourselves in. Morgana is a being that has long defied God. She has no semblance for human life and takes what she wants, destroys when she can. If Hoseok has indeed captured her, then killing her is our first priority. We need to make a plan of how we are to deal with her,” Jin announced.

“What do you mean Father?” Jungkook asked, raising a brow in his direction.

“I mean, we need a plan if this goes wrong. Lady Y/N’s life is at risk. Morgana is being held underneath the palace, but I worry for her safety. With her being so close, she may be planning her demise.”

The room looked at Jin then to Jimin for confirmation. Jimin gripped the table in fury. His wife was being dangled in front of the very being who wanted her death, like a toy. It was disgusting.

“If Morgana manages to escape, I have a relic that could aid us,” Jimin explained. “The first dagger forged in pure Arcanian steel. It belonged to the very ancestors Morgana loved. If I place a poison upon the blade, I could end her,” The Prince stated.

“How would you get close enough?” Taehyung asked.

“Lure her into believing that her spell over him has worked. That he loves her,” Yoongi suggested.

“I think that would be worth the shot,” Jungkook stated.

“She would do anything to have Jimin be hers,” Father Jin reasoned. “If the situation turns sour, she will no doubt try to take Jimin. All you have to do is pretend that her spell worked, get close enough to deliver the killing blow.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Jimin snarled, fists curled tight on top of the table.

“What’s wrong with Lady Y/N?” Taehyung asked, leaning forward.

Father Jin looked at the paper and frowned. “She’s sick, a fever and chills taking. As well as a brutal cough. Hoseok says that it has been persistent, even with the broth and herbal teas he’s been trying. He knows only so much, but I know how to help her... I just hope that he didn’t wait too long to tell us,” Jin commented.

“I want the carriages ready as soon as possible. Father Jin, Jungkook and I will all go. Taehyung and Yoongi, stay here to defend the castle,” Jimin stated.

“Highness, perhaps we should just send Father Jin and Jungkook,” Yoongi warned. “Moving you to where that witch is located isn’t the best idea.”

“We’ve already made a decision, and a plan that involves me. I am going, Yoongi. I will see my wife,” The Prince declared with a steely tone.

The room sensed the tension. Everyone knew how on edge Jimin was not being able to see you. He’d been so tense and irritable these past weeks. Nothing like the man he was when you left. They knew you two needed to be reunited again. The men in that room knew Jimin wouldn’t stop until he got to see you once more. 

“When shall we depart?” Jungkook asked. 

“As soon as possible,” Father Jin noted. “I need to collect several herbs and my books as well as some tools. I don’t know how bad the progression is, but if it is as bad as Hoseok says, then I will need to be thoroughly prepared. I should be able to take off at dusk,” the Priest stated to his council.

“I will head to the stables and collect some horses and an older carriage,” Jungkook mentioned. “I can smear mud on it and things of the like to keep suspicious eyes from staying too long.”

“Perfect idea,” Taehyung smiled. “I can get some tunics from the guards quarters and you and Jimin can dress in those. That way it will look like a few gentleman on a trading route.”

“I concur. We will take a few articles of clothing, but we can keep them in the cabin with us,” Jimin stated.

“Yes, as well as some rations,” Jungkook noted. “The travel will be long, and we will want to be prepared for the cold when it comes.”

“Very well,” Father Jin nodded. He stood, gathering his robes before looking to the group before him. “Please take caution all. This is a dangerous journey we are to make, and we must be careful. Lady Y’N’s safety is at risk.”

With that he left, leaving everyone in the room unsettled. 

But no one more so than your husband, who looked to his wedding band and bit his lip. 

“I’m coming my love, I will see you soon...”

---

Father Jin was writing furiously in his book as the carriage moved along steadily in the dark of night. 

They’d been travelling for almost a whole day. They’d reach the castle by morning, it was certain.

Jungkook was at the reins, keeping a watchful eye on the horizon and all around in case of an attack. No one had approached and fellow travellers shared a small nod before passing them by. 

No one was aware that their future King lay within the doors of the beaten up buggy. And it was imperative it stay that way. 

Jimin was anxious as he thought of how long it had been since he’d held you in his arms... Had you lost weight due to your ailment? He hoped you hadn’t, he loved how soft and warm you were to wake up to in the morning. Had you been sleeping alright? Hopefully you were getting restful sleep and you weren’t being awoken by your coughs. 

Father Jin looked to his Prince and saw the fear residing in his features. Setting his book down, Jin placed a gentle hand on Jimin’s shoulder. The poor man jumped and turned to see the Priest eyeing him with curiosity. 

“You seem restless, what burdens you, Highness?” 

Jimin let his heart settle before looking at Jin with pensive eyes. “I worry for her, Father... I have almost lost her once, I don’t want to go through that again. It would kill me,” he breathed. 

Jin nodded, looking ahead. “I understand your fear, but believe me... Believe in Y/N, she won’t let you go so easily.”

“She’s stubborn,” Jimin smiled sadly. “I can’t imagine life without her... She’s made such a difference in my life. I never thought that... That I...”

“That you could love someone?” Jin tested.

“No one showed me what love was... My mother and father are products of arranged marriages all through the lineage and... I was supposed to be another in a long line. Yet there was something so much deeper within this story. I knew that Y/N wasn’t supposed to be my permanent bride, my mother had warned me as such... The Princess of Laureliea was supposed to be my final wife. Uniting our Kingdom’s would no doubt bring prosperity. But, I had to fall in love with her. I had to defy everything that had been set in stone, crumbling into dust within my hands. Mother obviously is enraged, I receive her letters. She asks me,  ‘why I can’t just kill the broad and marry again?’ We haven’t consummated anything. But each time, I refuse her. ``I can’t,'' I tell her. For to kill her would kill me as well. I fear we will be at odds until her death,” Jimin huffed.

Father Jin patted his shoulder softly. “Your mother is still your mother, she needs to respect your decision. You found love in a place that seemed impossible. It is such a blessing from God that you two were able to find the most purest form of love in one another. Don’t let others' emotions towards your own change them.”

Jimin bit his lip as he thought of these words. All he had done since you’d left was whine about how he wanted to be with you again. It wasn’t fair to all of those he had been working for. His people weren’t getting anything done with him pouting. 

How selfish could a future ruler be?

He wondered if something were to happen to you, he knew his response. He’d give up, he’d let his Kingdom fall to ruin if you weren’t there by his side. How incredibly greedy. 

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’m going to tell you you’re wrong,” Jin stated, pulling him from his deprecating thoughts. 

“Father the whole time I’ve been without Y/N all I’ve done was-”

“Do your best,” Father Jin finished. 

“But I complained, and was difficult and-”

“And that’s what being in love does. It doesn’t make you weak, nor does it make you selfish. It makes you compassionate, it makes you loyal, it makes you devoted. None of these are bad things, Highness. None of them. You are allowed to feel anxious and worried without the one you love beside you. We don’t marry or fall in love with the expectation of being separated. You’ve been apart for almost two months, that’s long enough. You both have suffered, I know Y/N misses you. She’ll want to see you, and you are allowed to be just Jimin for a moment. You aren’t only the Prince of Arcane... You are also Jimin, a man who misses his wife,” Jin stated.

Jimin looked at Jin with wide bleary eyes. 

“I-I’m allowed to be just Jimin for the moment then?”

“You are allowed to be yourself whenever you feel the need, Jimin. Being Prince is merely a title, soon you won’t be Prince. You’ll be King. However, being Jimin is forever. Think about it. Lady Y/N doesn’t love you because you are a Prince. She loves you because you are Jimin. Even though you must be Prince, that doesn’t mean you can’t also be yourself. You are so different around Lady Y/N, and it fills my heart with joy to see you two together. I believe she lets you be Jimin. Not a Prince, not a ruler, just Jimin. And that’s another blessing you’ve been granted,” Jin expressed.

Jungkook shouted from the front of the carriage. 

“THE NORTHERN CASTLE IS IN SIGHT!”

Taming the Beast - Part I

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) X Reader

Genre: Romance, Prince!AU, Angst, Fluff, (Future Smut)

Warnings: Violence, Gender inequality, (if I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 12.8k

Summary: You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Your heart was pounding in your chest, hair whipping out behind you as you ran through the forest. Feet bare and slamming against the rough earth that was still wet from the summer rain the night before. You ran through the trees, gazing up at the stars that shone brightly against the stark blackness of night.

Here was where you belonged.

Here is where you were free.

But the shackles of reality weighed heavy on your wrists and ankles.

Along the shores of the lake that had protected your tribe for centuries, you saw the ships coming that day. War was coming to the lands of magic and witchcraft. War was coming and it would swallow you all whole as you struggled and fought for your right to life, to happiness.

Daughter to the Chieftain of your tribe you had certain responsibilities. Your father had passed several years ago, but that didn’t make your position in the tribe any less valuable. Your mother had taken over in his stead until you were ready to lead, and your time was coming soon. There would be a glorious battle where your worth would be proven.

All of your years of training would come to a head in a magnificent battle as you fought for your people, for your freedom. But none of that came to pass. You never saw battle, but you people had.

And too many of them had perished.

Your mother called a meeting of the tribal council.

“This must end, we must be victorious,” one of the elders claimed, slamming his hand on the table. Your mother growled her warning, watching as he shied away from her, she continued.

“We don’t have the numbers to attack outright again, we’ll lose more that way,” she said, looking at the fire in the corner of the hut.

“Perhaps a disguised attack,” one member echoed from the other side of the table.

“They won’t be fooled with that twice, they’re far too cautious,” you said, turning to look at the fire along with your mother.

“Then what do you suggest we do? Sit here like sheep for slaughter?” An angry voice yelled.

“Silence,” your mother’s chilling tone echoed over the table. No one spoke, no one brave enough to speak against your mother.

Except you.

“We could cut off their supply trails, choke them out,” you suggested, pointing towards the trails that ran through your country that had several of their trading routes crossing right across it.

“We’ve tried that Y/N,” she said, sighing and leaning back. You could tell she was tired. Her face gave it away. Your mother had you young, but even her age was starting to show on her face. After several miscarriages and stillbirths, you had been her miracle. You were strong, determined and driven to succeed. You weren’t babied as a child and you respected your entire tribe for that fact.

Easily they could’ve catered to your wants and your needs, but they made you work for it. Made you want it so that success was that much sweeter when you attained all that you wanted. That was the difference between you and the other tribal royals, for lack of a better word. You weren’t handed your title, you had earned it.

“Then how about-” you tried again, when she held up her hand.

“We must resort to less honorable means,” she said, looking down at her maps.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Call for the falcon tamers, have them send a letter to those damned Purple Coats,” your mother said, looking distressed.

“What? Why?” One of the elders asked, but one was walking out of the door regardless.

“We are to issue an offering for a meeting,” she said.

You scoffed, unable to help your rudeness.

“You honestly think they’ll respect your summons? They know nothing of tradition and formalities,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Watch your tongue!” Your mother snarled, causing you to drop your head. You didn’t mean for it to sound as rude as it had... the last thing you wanted was to disrespect your mother. Being her child didn’t grant you immunity from her wrath.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, slinking back.

“What is this letter to say, my Queen?” Her advisor Lillian asked, readying her pen.

“Tell them to meet us on the shores of the lake, if they chose it to be so, we can come to an agreement. Something to end the fighting,” she said.

“I will do as you ask,” Lillian said, penning the letter before heading out of the hut.

“This concludes our meeting. When we receive their word, we shall carry on,” your mother said, waving everyone out of the hut.

It was late and when all the elders had left, you walked over to your mother. She sat heavily down in the chair, resting her head back, eyes closed. Knowing you were disrespectful, you sat down in front of her, leaning back against her.

Waiting for her rejection, you prepared yourself for a smack. But all you felt were her fingers brush along your hair softly. You relaxed back into her touch, letting her play with your hair as she sang softly, an old tune from the ancient times. It was a lullaby that she had sung to you as a child. Instantly you felt yourself slipping towards sleep.

“My child,” she said, continuing to play with your strands.

“Mother,” you hummed, leaning back into her touch.

“You’ve grown so much,” she smiled, you could hear it in her voice.

“Under your watchful eyes, yes,” you complimented, looking at the wall with muted interest.

“My eyes weren’t always watchful, they had to learn to be that way with your constant antics,” she laughed, a weary and tired sound.

“This war... It has taken much from you,” you said, leaning back to look at her.

“It has taken much from all of us, not just me,” she said softly, bringing your hair into one of her hands.

“Will it ever end?” You asked, more to the universe than to your mother.

“If the Gods will it to be so,” she said.

“I haven’t seen battle yet, I want to prove to you I can do it,” you said, pulling your knees to your chest.

“You have nothing to prove to me, child,” she soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

“But I want to show you, all that I’ve learned. From you, from father and the other tribe members,” you said, looking at her with strength in your eyes.

“You’ve already shown me a great deal, I watched you train. I watched you hunt and gather, as well as learn strategies and the written word,” she smiled.

“As long as I’ve been alive I’ve trained and fought the best of the village until I was victorious, but you want to make peace with those that try to enslave us?” You asked, not accusing her.

“All good leaders should choose peace, if it is at all possible,” your mother whispered.

“Even when they have taken so much from us?” You asked, raising a brow.

“They have also suffer a loss, their Queen died recently,” she said, looking down at you with muted eyes.

“They took father from us, I hardly feel empathetic towards them,” you said. Your mother gripped your shoulder tight, enough to warrant a yelp from your lips.

“You know how important it is to respect the dead, and those they leave behind. She was someone’s daughter, mother and wife. She deserves respect, even if she was with the enemy,” your mother said sharply.

“Yes mother,” you said, looking down.

“I’ve been thinking about your future,” she said, looking out the small window next to her head.

“M-My future?” You asked, wondering what she was talking about. You would take over once she stepped down. That was tradition, that’s what had always been done. The first born of the Chieftain took over the leadership role.

“Yes, your betrothal and marriage. You will be taking over for me soon. Hopefully once this war is over, you can issue in a new era of peace, teach your children to be better than we were,” she said, getting a misty and far off look in her eyes.

“M-Marriage, to whom? There are no young men in our tribe!” You squeaked.

“There are several young men from other tribes to the south, a few have sent offerings to our Goddess, requesting meetings with you,” she said, giving a soft smile.

“I-I’ll do whatever you think is best,” you said, not particularly liking the idea of marriage at this point in your life. But, if she was to request it of you, you know you would do it.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, continuing to comb through your hair until you were sleeping.

—

The Purple Coats had accepted your mother’s summon. Much to your tribe’s surprise. Especially yours.

They sailed in that morning, early. You and your tribe were waiting on the shores when they approached. Several men marched down the plank of wood connecting the boat to your docks.

You watched as three men walked down at the end, an older gentleman that was flanked by two younger males. They were dressed in the finest materials money could buy, while you and your tribe wore the pelts of animals, tanned and made by your hands.

Your mother stepped forward to greet them, the older male who you could only assume to be the King also stepped towards her, extending his hand. Your mother mirrored his motions, watching with catlike eyes as he placed a civil kiss to her knuckles. He seemed to take in her appearance, looking behind her as he nodded towards the tribe.

“Welcome to our tribe,” your mother said, bowing her head to the soldiers behind the three men who had come forward.

You were standing apart from the crowd, Lillian also standing beside you. Your mother moved back, standing only slightly in front of you and Lillian, while she addressed the crowd of your village.

“Thank you for having us,” the King said, a calm look crossing over his features.

“The pleasure is ours,” Lillian spoke.

“Who speaks for you?” The man behind the King spoke, appearing to be another advisor, similar to Lillian.

“I am Queen Nazra, I speak for this tribe and those who live here,” she said with confidence.

“Who speaks for you?” Lillian asked.

“I am King Leon, I speak for the people of Regreya,” he said with a commanding tone.

“Proceed,” Lillian said.

“I am here to ask for an agreement, one that will cease all conflict between our lands,” your mother said, keeping her tone even as she spoke to the enemy.

Your eyes trailed over the King. He was tall, and strong in stature. He looked like he was bred for this type of diplomacy. Not for battle, his skin wasn’t worn with the look of someone who had seen fighting. You know he must’ve been in some kind of scraps because he favored his left leg, gripping the railing when he walked down the plank to get to the dock. But he had a sternness to his face that came with years of disappointment. You wondered what had caused that kind of sadness, that kind of loneliness.

The advisor was shorter than the king, but more intimidating. His eyes were calculating and fierce, the eyes of a trained strategist. He knew what he wanted from this exchange, and he knew that he was going to get it one way or another. He didn’t appear to be someone for brute strength fighting, but he most certainly knew how to handle a weapon if the dagger strapped to his side was anything to go by. You swallowed as he made eye contact with you. Cold, dead eyes stared at you sending a chill down your spine. Quickly you looked away to find the next man.

He was... beautiful. He was tall like the king, standing above the advisor. His lips were plump and full, but not overly so. He has long, dark curly hair that swept over his eyes and blew in the breeze. His eyes were deep and calm, looking as though there was a world inside of them that no one but him could see. His hands were large, resting along his sword that was strapped to his side. It seemed to be a defensive position for him, like he was ready in case something were to happen. Although his shoulders were relaxed, he wasn’t expecting anything to transpire.

“Cease all conflict? What would you have to offer us in return for this?” The king asked, raising a brow at your mother.

“If it is within our power to give, then consider it done,” your mother stated, giving him the power to ask for whatever he wanted.

“Your mines to the East, they have great amounts of gold in them do they not? Give us access,” the king said.

“We will require some compensation for your use of our gold mines, a percentage if you will,” your mother said, keeping her posture firm.

“A percentage can be agreed upon,” he said, looking to his advisor who nodded in response.

“Our mines aren’t all you want,” your mother said, already expecting more demands from the king.

“No, you have fertile farmland here, give us some of the land to grow crops,” he said.

“And how much would you require?” Your mother questioned.

“How much are you willing to part with?” He asked.

“I’ll give you the crops outside of a village to the south, your trade routes run past it, you can collect from the farmers,” she offered.

“Very well,” the king said.

“Is there anything else you’d like?” The Queen asked, trying to assess her situation.

“Warriors, you train some of the best combatants I’ve ever seen. Unite our forces,” the King offered, looking at your tribe with questioning eyes.

“They only fight for their Queen,” your mother stated.

“Is that so?” He said.

“We are loyal, we don’t fight for those who aren’t our own,” your mother said. “We aren’t soldiers for hire.”

“They only fight for their own? What if we made that a possibility?” The king asked, looking over to you for a moment.

Oh no...

“In what way?” Your mother asked.

“We could become one kingdom,” he suggested, placing a hand on the younger man’s shoulder to his right. “This is my son, Crown Prince of Regreya, Taehyung.”

Your mother looked at him. She waved you forward. When you didn’t move Lillian pushed you, causing you to scowl at her.

“This is my daughter, Y/N. She is to inherit our tribe and everything that comes along with it,” your mother said, placing her hand on the back of your neck.

“I see, how old is she?” The king asked.

“Twenty one years old,” your mother answered.

“My son is twenty five,” he said, patting his son on the back. “And he has yet to take a bride.”

“My daughter has yet to take a husband,” she said.

“I see... How about an alliance, you know of the growing threat of the Jung line? They seek to overthrow us and take over our ports near the ocean. But, if I had your warriors on my side, then I could easily take out the Jung threat and keep our lands at peace,” the king suggested.

“The Jung’s are fierce, they won’t take the alliance well. They will know it spells their end,” your mother said, keeping her hand tight on your neck.

“Indeed, but together we could fix that,” the king said, looking at his son with a sparkle in his eyes.

Taehyung, however, looked pale. You can’t imagine you were faring much better.

“Hmm, and how do we confirm our alliance?” Your mother smirked, wanting the king to ask for it.

“Marriage. My son and your daughter. They will become the new royals of the next line, connecting our lands,” he said.

Your mother seemed to weigh it over in her mind for a few moments.

“Very well. My daughter and your son will be wed,” she said, holding her hand out. The king eagerly took your mother’s hand and shook it gently.

“To a prosperous alliance,” he said.

“To a prosperous alliance,” she confirmed.

—

You’d spent the last couple days holed up in your room, refusing to come out even for your favorite treat of honey smothered bread that your mom made personally.

In your whole life you’d never felt more betrayed than you had on that beach. Sold, like cattle at an auction. How could your mother give you to the Purple Coats so easily? You were her only child! And she was going to just hand you over like some prize to be won?

Your heart ached.

She’d tried on several occasions over the past couple of days to enter your room, try to get you to come out or flush you out like a rodent in a trap. But none of them worked. You wanted to be alone, you didn’t want anything to do with this.

You hadn’t cried this much since the night your father died.

Lillian had come in a few times, telling you about what was going to happen.

You were to go back to Regreya and you would join them as a member of the Royal family. You’d live in the palace there, get married there, conceive and give birth to your heirs there. A new line of royalty for the kingdoms.

It all made you sick. The thought of being away from the forest here, the lake and your tribe, broke you in ways you couldn’t describe. They were everything, everything you’d ever known and loved. And you were going to lose it all.

It was a week later that you were set to depart from your tribe and home. Your mother had slept with you the night before, brushing her fingers through your hair as you cried. You’d finally let her in when you heard her cries, even though they were softer than yours.

She’d held you like she had when you were a child. Kissing your head as you clung to her like a lifeline.

“My precious child, I’m so sorry... I want nothing more than for you to be happy to have your independence,” she said, sorrow in her tone. “But our people are suffering. If we were to defeat Regreya, the Jung’s would come in and swipe the victory out from under our weakened feet. This is the only way, I’m so sorry.”

You knew she was sorry.

But that didn’t ease the ache in your soul when you stepped out of her arms on the shore.

“I love you, be strong,” she had said, placing a firm kiss to your forehead before you turned and walked towards the men on the beach. Taehyung stepped forward, offering his arm to you.

Cautiously, like a frightened deer approaching a new pond, you took his arm. You took one last look at your people, burning their faces into your memory.

Taehyung’s arm was steady as you walked aboard the ship, helping you over the side. But the moment your feet were on the wood, his arm was gone and you were swaying uneasily on your feet.

You’d never been a ship this big, you were more comfortable with canoes and smaller vessels. The sheer size of the boat made your mind reel in discomfort. Everything was so foreign.

Men around you started moving as the ship left shore, heading for the open lake. You watched as everyone bustled around, getting into position to move the large boat. Sails of purple canvas fell, like the waterfalls in the back of the forest of your home. Looking out at the beach you’d come from, you saw one lone figure disappearing into the distance. And tears fell when you thought of your mother, watching her only child leave home...

—

You’d been escorted to a cabin, the door shutting behind you shortly thereafter. You were startled to find a young woman sitting in the chair next to the window, simply gazing out at the water with a soft smile on her face. You cleared your throat to get her attention. She jumped to her feet, moving into a low bow.

“I’m so sorry my lady! I wasn’t sure when you’d be boarding,” she said, keeping her head low.

“Y-You don’t have to be sorry you know, it’s fine,” you said, gesturing to the window.

“It’s highly improper of me, I apologize,” she breathed.

“It’s okay,” you said, putting your hands up, trying to look anywhere but at her flustered form.

“My name is Elaine,” she said, standing up straight. “I am your personal servant.”

“S-Servant? I don’t need a servant, thank you. I’ll manage,” you said, shaking your head.

“Appointed by the King, I’m here to help you with your daily needs,” she said, explaining.

“What daily needs would I need help with?” You asked, looking around the room in confusion.

“Dressing, bathing, I’ll also be bringing you your meals and helping you with anything else you might need,” she said, a soft smile on her face.

“I can dress and bathe myself, thank you,” you said.

“I’m afraid, that you can’t dress yourself,” she said.

“Excuse me? Do you think me unable to do basic tasks such as dressing?” You scoffed, crossing your arms in front of you.

“My lady, the dresses worn by women in our kingdom require people to help you into them. You’ll need to get rid of the pelts you’re wearing now... As our future Queen they simply won’t do,” she said, already heading towards a closet at the other end of the cabin.

“Dresses? I think not. And to get rid of my pelts is like getting rid of my people, I refuse to take it off,” you said, sitting down on the floor.

“My lady, you must get off the floor, it’s filthy,” she tutted, grabbing a soft powder yellow dress from the closet.

“I will not wear that,” you said, lowering your eyes at her.

“It’s customary,” she reminded.

“I refuse,” you said simply, looking away like a petulant child.

“My lady, please, if you don’t wear this I’ll get in trouble,” she said softly. This peaked your ears up. You didn’t particularly want her to get in trouble because you weren’t willing to listen. But at the same time, they wanted to strip you of everything that made you who you were, and you’d only been aboard for an hour!

“As much as I don’t want you to be in trouble because of me, I’m not a doll to be dressed up and looked at for pleasantries. So, I will remain as I am,” you said.

A soft sigh echoed through the room. You snuck a look at the woman, who looked heavily exhausted, holding the yellow gown in her grip tightly.

“Some woman would kill to be in your position you know, marrying the prince,” she muttered darkly.

“I-I’m sorry?” You asked, looking up at her. She clutched the gown tighter, if possible, before looking up and giving you a tight and practiced smile.

“Nothing, my lady. But I must insist upon the dress,” she said, holding it out towards you. You glared at the offending fabric, not wanting to put yourself in such an uncomfortable garment. But something told you that you were pushing your luck like this, so you stood, and started to disrobe.

You placed your pelts down carefully, not wanting them to be damaged. They were one of the only things you had left from home now. But Elaine came forward, offering you her shoulder as you slipped the fabric on. You’d never worn something this constricting before, how were you supposed to fight in this if someone attacked you?

“Place your hands on the bed frame there and I’ll tighten the bodice,” she explained.

“Tighten? You need to tighten it more?” You asked, incredulous. The dress was already making you feel claustrophobic, but the idea of being literally secured into the garment made you want to hurl.

“Yes, that way it doesn’t fall off. Hands on the frame, quick as you’d like,” she said. You frowned before turning and bracing yourself on the frame. She gripped the strings of the bodice tight and pulled hard, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Oh Goddess,” you huffed, gripping the bed frame firmly so you didn’t wiggle too much.

“This dress might be a bit of a squeeze, but that’s alright, we can get you more made when we’re back in Regreya,” she said softly, pulling on the strings again.

“A squeeze is an understatement,” you whimpered out, looking down at the sheets on your bed lamely.

“There you are, all set,” she said, adjusting some of the fabric so it pooled nicely at your feet. You tried to take a breath in, but all you got was a constricted gasp.

“I really don’t know how you all breathe with these things on,” you gaped, holding your stomach.

“You’ll get used to it, no worries,” she said, coming forward with a pair of shoes. Immediately you frowned. They were heels, with little buckles and frills all over the damn things.

“What are those?” You asked, not the least bit amused.

“Shoes...?” Elaine asked, as if she were confused.

“Why do I have to wear those? I’m wearing the dress, no one can see my feet!” You complained.

“Now now, you need to get used to things like this,” she said, offering the shoes towards you again. Pushing them away you shook your head.

“I’m in a dress, I think that’s plenty for now,” you said, ignoring the frown of your maid.

A soft knocking came to the door, something you hadn’t been expecting. You turned as Elaine opened it, revealing the king and Taehyung standing there.

The king made his way inside without even a proper request, while Taehyung stood there silently. You noticed the way Elaine tensed up, before quickly excusing herself. She shut the door behind her and you were left alone with the two royals.

No one moved.

You stood stock still, the only motion that of the ship as it bobbed and swayed in the waves.

“Miss Y/N,” the king began, crossing his bad leg over his good one.

“Your majesty,” you said, trying to keep the sneer out of your voice.

“You look positively ridiculous in that dress,” he said, snorting at his own statement.

“I didn’t assume I’d look good in these gaudy things,” you commented, trying to keep your breathing even. “How do your women cope?”

Ignoring your jab, the king continued.

“No matter, we’ll have you trained in etiquette and mannerisms when we return to the palace. As well as our dances and history. We need you prepared for the wedding,” the king mentioned.

“I already know your history. I was taught,” you said, feeling rather proud of your family’s education.

“I’m sure it was all outdated and wrong. No doubt all you could get being born in a ratty village,” he slighted.

Rage filled your veins as he slandered your home.

No one had the right to do that.

Not even a king.

“That ratty village, as you call it, is my home. Where I come from. I’m the one who is providing you those precious warriors you need. If you want them to remain loyal, then you’ll do well to respect them as well as me,” you snarled.

Taehyung’s brows shot up in surprise at your tone.

No one spoke to the king like that.

“My dear, sweet child. How foolish you truly are,” he growled, launching from his seat and pressing his thumb to your airway. Taehyung startled at his father’s show of brute strength. You must’ve truly angered him for him to attack you like this.

“Father, let her go,” Taehyung said, pulling on his father’s arm. The king’s eyes were boring into your own, but you wouldn’t give. You’d hold his gaze until you passed out.

“Listen here you mongrel, you’re marrying my son and I’m dirtying my bloodline with your filth because that’s the only way my kingdom will survive. As well as your ratty village. Because that is what I command. So you’re going to listen to me, and you’re going to be the perfect bride for my son. You’ll be obedient and listen to whatever he says, isn’t that right?” He asked.

“No,” you spat, gripping his wrist with enough force to bruise.

Taehyung was downright throwing himself against his father’s weight, trying to get him off of you.

“Father, enough! Stop this!” He yelled, finally getting his father to drop you to the floor. You gasped in air, coughing as your lungs pulled in oxygen greedily. Your eyes burned with unshed tears as you looked up at the king with nothing but spite and hatred.

“You will listen to me. I will break you,” the king snarled before throwing the door open and storming off.

You were still coughing as you held your throat. It was tender and you were certain you wouldn’t be able to speak properly for the next couple of days. You hadn’t been caught like that in a long time, and the sensations scared you. Taehyung was still standing there, looking at you with mild concern.

“You shouldn’t provoke him like that,” he warned, turning to head for the door.

“He shouldn’t insult my people,” you croaked, rubbing your sore throat. Taehyung hesitated for a moment, keeping his eyes trained on the floor.

“Don’t make enemies already, my lady. It won’t serve you any good in this kingdom,” he said, walking out and shutting the door behind him.

You sat on the floor and finally let the tears fall, watching as they darkened the wood underneath your palms. You wept for your people, who were now in danger because of a tyrant, you wept for your mother who had foolishly given you over to the enemy and you wept for yourself...

And the freedom you’d never have.

—

You’d remained locked in your cabin for the remainder of the voyage. Elaine brought you food and helped you dress every morning, even though all you did was sit in your cabin and stare out the lone window. Sometimes you’d open it, but when a good gust of wind came through it reminded you too much of home, so you’d quickly shut it again.

Elaine was nice enough. She’d talk to you about what was happening in the kingdom, giving you the best descriptions of important people that you’d need to know before entering the palace walls.

The advisor for the kingdom, a man named Xavier, had also given you some information in regards to the kingdom and it’s inner workings. Who was who in the court and what they did, as well as some of the palace staff.

Elaine talked more about the people themselves, while Xavier was more keen on their titles, what they could offer the kingdom and if they would be beneficial to keep around. It made you a little sick to be honest, that people were just pawns to them. When you realized, that’s all you were to them as well.

Finally, you’d reached the port.

Elaine had spent the entire morning getting you dressed and fussing over your hair. When you asked her why it was so important she simply sighed, trying to keep your skirts from folding in the wrong way.

“Elaine, why are we doing this?” You asked as she placed a delicate clip in your hair.

“Because, this will be the first time the public is seeing you. You’ll be on the arm of our prince, that makes you important. Regreyans don’t necessarily like the people of your tribe, so it’s important to make a good first impression,” she said, finally getting the skirts the way she wanted them.

“I’ve never seen a Regreyan try hard to make a good first impression with me,” you grumbled, crossing your arms as you exited the cabin.

Taehyung was waiting behind some guardsmen, looking a little more at ease now that he was back in familiar territory. You on the other hand, had never been more nervous. Even after your first kill you hadn’t felt this nauseous, this dizzy. Although the suffocating in the bodice wasn’t helping your case either.

“On with you,” Elaine said, giving you a little nudge forward.

She’d dressed you in an emerald green gown, ivory shoes adorning your aching feet. Your hair was done up, a small clip pinning some of it up while the rest hung down. Taehyung didn’t seem to notice you at first, keeping his eyes trained forward.

But when you cleared your throat, he finally turned, taking in your appearance. He looked at the gown then to your uncomfortable expression and sighed, holding his arm out for you. Slowly, you took it. You wrapped your arms around his and tried to keep yourself from keeling over from sheer nerves.

Taehyung kept you close as the guards started their way off the ship, moving slowly as they kept their heads forwards. There were several people all lined up along the docks, cheering and throwing what looked like rice in the air.

You looked on in confusion as everyone crammed closer to get a good look at you. Several cheers and ‘congratulations!’, were thrown your way as you and Taehyung descended from the ship onto land. Your legs felt weird as you walked on solid land for the first time in nearly five days.

Taehyung led you towards a horse with some sort of vehicle attached to it.

“What is this?” You asked, looking at the large, ornate box with bewilderment. Taehyung opened a door for you, offering you his hand as you clambered in. He sighed at your unladylike entrances before climbing in after you.

Two swift taps to the door and you were off.

You yelped as the vehicle lurched forward when the horses started moving. Still confused, Taehyung decided to offer you a tidbit.

“This is a carriage, we use it to travel more comfortably than on horseback,” he explained, looking out the window.

“Doesn’t it slow you down though?” You asked, looking at the expensive woodworking and plush fabric you were sitting on.

“We don’t use them to travel quickly,” he said, rubbing his forehead.

“Why not? I thought traveling efficiently was the most important?” You questioned, trying to think of when you had done traveling in the past.

“It’s not important,” he said.

“Why were all those people there?” You asked instead. Taehyung almost groaned in annoyance, wondering what he did to piss off the Gods in a previous life to earn this amount of ignorance.

“The advisor sent word to the kingdom that I’d be bringing home my bride to be, that way the necessary preparations could be made,” he answered.

“But how did everyone else know?”

Taehyung didn’t hide his groan this time, clenching his fists as he tried not to let his temper get the better of him. You didn’t know, this was new for you and he had to respect that. Even though he just wanted to go to sleep for the next thirty years.

“Gossip travels far and fast between servants and the lower class,” Taehyung said, keeping his eyes away from you.

“That’s not nice... The way you speak of your people, it’s like you’re vexed by them,” you said, frowning.

“Perhaps I’m not a nice person,” he warned.

Your frown deepened, but you stopped your incessant questioning, so Taehyung closed his eyes and let you sit in silence for the rest of the ride.

You watched the town fade away as you wound up a large hill, where at the top was a huge palace. Decorated in flowing, green ivy and surrounded by purple banners. You felt your stomach clench painfully as you entered the stone gates.

When the iron latchings secured behind you, there was a distinct sense of panic. Being caged in, being locked in with no way out. It made your heart hammer in your chest at the idea. But no one seemed to notice as you writhed in your seat, trying to keep yourself from exploding.

Getting out of the carriage was far more difficult than getting in. Taehyung wound up having to pull you by your wrists to get you out, causing you to tumble and fall into his arms.

You could feel his heartbeat thudding away in his rib cage as your hands pressed firmly to his chest. You looked up and noticed the sun was shining brightly behind him, casting a shadow on his face that caused him to look much sadder than you had originally thought him to be.

But before you could think about it much more, he was righting you and leaving you behind as he walked towards the castle. You huffed in frustration as you gathered your skirts and chased after him, slowing when you finally met up with him before the entrance.

“Quick to abandon me, huh?” You asked, sending him an icy glare as he tried to pick up his pace.

“I’ve been stuck with you for the past five days and I would like some peace and quiet,” he said, turning to head for the stairs.

“You haven’t even been around me the past five days! You helped me onto the boat and pulled your father off me and then I saw you today. I tried to talk to you in the cabbage or whatever the damn thing is called and you had the audacity to be annoyed at me! I’m not in familiar territory, I would like some guidance if you don’t mind,” you said, placing your hands on your hips.

Taehyung sighed and rubbed his face.

“You’re infuriating,” he said, before turning and leaving you to your own devices in the hallway.

You wanted to chase him down and give him a piece of your mind, but you knew it would only cause more trouble. So, you wandered the halls of the large palace, snooping around and trying to find something to eat.

The halls were long and narrow, making you feel as though you were being closed in. You started to breathe hard, chest feeling like it wasn’t able to take in enough air to keep you going. Your corset was suffocating and everything was spinning.

You fell to your knees, wanting nothing more than to cry.

You wanted your mother, your tribe and people with you. You wanted to feel the sun on your skin and warm you through your pelts. Not in this suffocating dress that was forcing your chest to close in.

But you couldn’t be so quick to give up either.

This was your life now, whether you liked it or not. You were a strong woman from the Night Crawler tribe. You wouldn’t be beaten so easily, so you took as deep of a breath as you could muster and hauled yourself down the hallway until you entered a large room.

Two men stood there with confusion on their faces. One was tall with broad shoulders, hair dark as night and he made your face heat up with a mere glance. The other one was smaller in stature, with ashy blonde hair that was swept to the side.

“Who are you? What are you doing in here?” The taller man asked, moving in front of the desk that was towards the large window at the back.

Keeping your mouth shut you observed the area. It was large, larger than the hut you’d grown up in as a child. You walked around and saw several volumes of books sitting on the shelves. They were collecting dust. Your tribe would’ve killed for this kind of knowledge. You’d been taught using the chieftain's private collection of books that he’d gotten from ships that had either been surrendered or purchased from traveling merchants. But there wasn’t enough to educate the whole tribe. But they were sitting here on this mountain of knowledge and letting it collect dust, how dare they...

“I asked you a question, who are you? And what are you doing in here?” The man asked, coming forward. You raised a brow, wondering if he genuinely thought he could apprehend you. You’d been trained in hand to hand combat since you were seven, he’d obviously been trained in swordsmanship, with the way he carried himself, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Seokjin, leave her alone. She may have just gotten lost. What are you doing here? Did you get lost?” The smaller man asked, coming up to place his hand on Seokjin’s shoulder.

“No one is supposed to come in here, whether they got lost or not. This is the King’s strategy room, not just anyone is supposed to waltz in here Jimin!” The man, Seokjin, yelled.

“Easy, Seokjin. She’s just a woman, she’s no threat,” The other man, Jimin commented.

You raised a brow.

No threat?

How wrong they were.

“Sir Seokjin! Sir Jimin! We have lost the Prince’s bride! We need to search the grounds!” A voice came from the hallway, loud.

A man came running in.

It was the advisor, Xavier.

“She’s missing?” Seokjin said.

“Yes-oh, my Lady, we’ve been looking for you!” Xavier yelped, coming forward and placing a hand on your wrist. You ripped your hand away from his grasp, making a point to send him a nasty glare.

“M-My lady? She’s the Prince’s bride?” Seokjin asked, raising a brow at you. “She looks like a heathen, shoved into a pretty gown.”

“She’s from the Night Crawler tribe,” Xavier mentioned, this caused both men’s eyebrows to shoot up in surprise.

“Night Crawlers? Truly? The prince is marrying a woman from those savages? What is the king thinking,” Jimin said in shock.

“They promised us warriors, to help defeat the Jung threat,” Xavier explained.

“I didn’t realize the king was that desperate to end the Jung line,” Seokjin commented.

“We also have some of their lands and their mines, with her in the palace, we can control them,” Xavier said.

A growl ripped from your throat. Everyone looked at you in concern. “You would use me as a puppet to control my people? If you think this is how I will behave, then you are sorely mistaken,” you said, walking over to the advisor slowly.

“My Lady, this was already agreed upon. Your people will listen to you, and you will give them the King’s orders,” Xavier stammered.

“My mother agreed to this? Our people being used like mindless ants? Me being used as a mocking figure head. We would never stoop so low, we’d rather die,” you snarled, launching yourself at the advisor. You tackled him to the floor and gripped his collar, throwing him back and forth. You were strong, but this dress wasn’t making it easy to move the way you wanted.

“What are you doing?!” Seokjin yelled, coming forward and grabbing you by the waist.

“Let me go!” Xavier yelped, not enjoying being thrown around like a rag doll.

“My Lady that is enough!” Jimin said, trying to pry you off of the poor advisor.

“I’ll decide when it’s enough,” you said, cocking your fist back to land a punch when a loud voice boomed through the room.

“ENOUGH!”

You looked up and saw the king standing there, looking furious. Taehyung was behind him, watching on in horror. He’d never seen a woman act so uncivilized.

And he was supposed to marry you?

You were still enough that Seokjin could haul you off of Xavier, who scrambled behind the king. Huffing you struggled against the man holding you, but you had a feeling that it would be futile.

The king’s eyes were alight with fury. You knew this wasn’t going to end well, but you’d hoped that maybe you’d at least get to make a point before you had to receive your punishment. The king walked over, raising his hand and smacking you hard against the cheek. Your head whipped to the side, eyes wide as you felt the stinging pain take over.

When you turned your head back, your eyes were practically glowing with fury. Taehyung wasn’t looking at you, simply keeping his eyes downcast. You almost scoffed, how useless. You were marrying a weakling.

“Listen here you pathetic whelp,” he growled, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you closer. You could practically hear the electricity crackling between the two of you as you tried to stand your ground. You wouldn’t be treated this way, not by anyone.

“Father, please,” Taehyung whispered, trying to come forward.

“Don’t touch me Taehyung! This wildling is going to learn who she obeys. Not her silly Gods or her tribe or even herself, she will obey me. And when you take her as your wife, she will obey you. Her mother has given her over to us, that means we own her,” he warned.

“I am no one’s property!” You yelled, struggling against his hold. Seokjin held firm at your back, keeping you in place.

“You are now! Your mother cannot help you, your tribe awaits my orders-”

“They will only listen to their Queen!” You snarled, lunging for him. You smacked your head into his nose harshly, causing the king to drop your hair and whirl back. Taehyung stopped him, looking at you in shock.

“You will not touch the king like that!” Jimin yelled, coming forward.

“And he is allowed to assault me? How very fair this all is,” you sneered, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Take her to the dungeons. Perhaps a few days without food or water will teach the beast to behave,” the king said.

“Father it’s only her first day here, we cannot simply just lock her up! If she is to be my bride-”

“You would go against a direct order from your king?” Taehyung’s father glared at him, making the young Prince cower in the corner.

“N-No, sire,” he said, looking down again.

“I am a prisoner now?” You mocked, raising a brow.

“You are going to wish you were a prisoner by the time we’re done with you,” the king forewarned.

“I will not break for the likes of you,” you said, as Jimin and Seokjin started to lead you out of the room.

“Maybe not for me, but for someone in particular you will,” the king said, watching as the door shut behind you.

—

The first day wasn’t so bad.

Although the accommodations were abysmal. You leaned back against the stone wall, shackles around your wrist as you looked on. There was no one else down here, surprisingly. Regreya has prisons and jails for this purpose, so that they didn’t keep dangerous people near the royal family. Although, how ironic that someone they deemed dangerous was to become a royal.

Snorting, you looked down and saw a rat scurry across the dungeon floor. You watched as it’s stick-like legs carried it’s rotund body across the floor with moderate efficiency. It sniffed at the corner of your dress before you shooed it away, watching as it scampered off.

You looked up, the light of the moon filtering in through a barred window at the top of the cell. How ludicrous. Someone who was supposed to be their Queen one day is sitting in the dungeon, no food or drink to be seen. You’d gone without eating before, sometimes it was part of ceremonies and it wasn’t wise to fight on a full stomach. But, you’d always had plenty of water... Especially growing up on the lake.

Finally, you were able to fall into a fitful sleep. Something you were shocked by, seeing as how you were still dressed in the awful gown that Elaine had put you in that morning on the ship. It was torn now, your aggression towards the advisor and Seokjin’s tight grip loosening the seams and causing holes to appear in the emerald fabric.

It was a beautiful color, but there was mud and grime staining it now.

You dreamed of home, of the lake and your tribe. The large fires that were lit each night at sundown for the meals. Your mother’s fingers running through your hair softly. You wanted to weep then, as you looked upon your mother’s face in your dream. She was beautiful, yet tired... And you knew that this was probably affecting her just as much as it was you.

Ever since your father had died it had been the two of you. You’d relied so heavily on each other, and now you were separated. Your heart ached and called out for your mother, you wanted to send her a falcon, something to let her know that you had made it to the palace in one piece. However, you knew that if you told her of the proceedings once you’d gotten to the palace, she’d start a war with Regreya all over again.

And no one would win that battle.

You woke up to a soft tapping coming from the cell door. You peered your eyes open, finding the crowned prince sitting in front of the door. Your eyes widened at his appearance. He didn’t have anything to gain by coming down here, except maybe a show.

Sitting up slowly, you leveled your gaze with his.

“What do you want?” You snapped, suddenly aware of how dry your throat was. For the cell being so humid, it was a curious thing.

“I-I wanted to come down here and apologize,” he said, looking at his hands and not at you.

“For what? Not protecting your bride? I don’t need your protection, nor do I want it. Save me the pity, as you won’t get any from me,” you warned.

Taehyung sighed and pushed a cup through the bar.

“Take it,” he encouraged.

“What is it? Poison? Water from the mud puddles outside? Bog water?” You went to keep going when he brought the cup to his lips and pulled some of the liquid into his mouth, drinking it down.

“It’s water, and if it was poisoned, then we’ll both die,” he said, pushing it towards you again.

“You’re going against your father? How bold of the young pup,” you smirked.

“I’m older than you,” he reminded.

“Doesn’t mean anything, years do not determine experience,” you said, shrugging.

“Just take the water, please?” He asked, pushing it towards you again. You were about to throw another comment out when your breath caught in your throat, causing you to cough harshly. Taehyung came even closer, practically pushing the cup into your hands.

You took it finally and drank the cool liquid carefully, not wanting to choke yourself up again. But when it was empty, you pulled it away from your face and looked at him from above the lip of the cup. He seemed genuine enough, you supposed. But for someone so tall and broad, he seemed fairly meek.

“Don’t do that,” he said, making a face of discomfort.

“Do what?” You asked.

“Your eyes, you look scary when you do that,” he said, taking the cup.

“I’m merely observing you,” you said.

“Don’t, you won’t find anything worthwhile anyways,” he commented, standing up.

“It’s been my experience, that the people who claim they have nothing, always have something to lose,” you stated, keeping your eyes on him.

“And what about you, huh? Do you have something to lose?” He asked, voice suddenly intense and deep.

“I have always had everything to lose.”

—

Taehyung could only bring you a cup of water, no food.

He claimed it would be too suspicious for him to bring a tray of food from the kitchens to you. But you waved it off, accepting his cup of water easily. You guzzled the liquid down, savoring how it’s temperature cooled your throat. Taehyung had been doing this twice a day if he could.

But, soon your days in the dungeons were finished. The guards came down and escorted you back up to your quarters. They were lavish but, you knew a cage when you saw one. The windows all had bars on them, and they looked new, as if they’d just been installed recently.

Elaine was waiting for you with a bath and plenty of soaps and oils. And the kitchen had sent up plenty of food for you to gorge yourself on. But you knew that even as hungry as you were you had to eat slow and be careful to not overfill yourself. As tempting as it was.

She washed your hair, getting all the tangles and everything out before rinsing your head a third time, sighing when more dirt came out.

“I wished the king hadn’t treated you like that,” she whispered as she prepared you for bed.

“Apparently I’m his property now, I don’t get a say,” you sighed, looking at the small nightdress she handed you with disdain.

It was warm here in Regreya, so, to see a short piece of cloth shouldn’t have bothered you. But whenever your skin was bare in a certain area it always made you feel exposed in some way. You didn’t like being exposed nor did you like feeling vulnerable.

“I know how that feels... I was sold to the king from my family when I was seven... I grew up alongside the servants and trained to be one ever since. Feeling as though you are no more than a mere arm piece can’t feel very good coming from your tribe of warriors,” she said softly.

“It’s not a pleasant thought to think, no,” you agreed.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry... I may not be a royal, but I at least get to choose who my husband will be,” she says, even though it doesn’t sound genuine. She’s in love, perhaps... But they don’t love her?

“Are you one for marriage?” You asked, looking out the window onto the darkness that was swallowing the palace whole.

“O-Of course! What young girl doesn’t dream of her wedding?” She said, a soft smile on her face.

“I never did,” you said, looking down at your bare knees.

“Never? Not once? I-I mean unless, they don’t do marriages where you’re from?” She asked, drying your hair gently.

“No, there’s marriage. It’s a wonderful affair,” you said with a calm look falling over your features. “My mother would tell me about the day she got married to my father. How they were so excited to finally be wed. They were arranged to marry you see, but my mother had been friends with my father since they were children. And they loved each other so much, up until his dying breath he loved her with everything he had.”

“Oh I’m so sorry...” she trailed off, brushing through your hair with her fingers. It made a shiver of nostalgia run down your spine. You missed your mother fiercely, and just that little contact made your heart squeeze painfully.

“It’s okay, he died an honorable death. A warrior’s death. I was a child when it happened,” you said.

“Oh my... that must’ve been so hard. I didn’t have my parents but I did have the serving staff. They practically raised me. But to not have your father with you... that’s tragic,” Elaine said, draping a shawl over your shoulders.

“It’s life. Everything ends, and everything dies. And that’s okay. I accepted it a long time ago,” you said, thinking back on your father’s death and how distraught you’d been.

“But even after seeing how in love they were, you never considered your own marriage?” Elaine asked.

“Well, I guess I did consider it. But, when my father died I saw how it destroyed my mother. I didn’t want to face that pain, I’d rather be alone than to suffer that kind of agony,” you said.

“I can understand that, but if you knew love. True romance, maybe you’d think differently,” she murmured.

“And do you know love? True love?” You asked.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. It’s late, my lady, you must be tired,” Elaine deflected. You sighed and nodded, heading towards the large bed in the middle of the room.

She collected your old clothes and started for the door when you stopped her.

“It does matter,” you said softly.

“What matters, my lady?” She asked, raising her brow.

“What you think does matter. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

Elaine gave a tight smile before leaving the room.

She had informed you your lessons would start the next day, early after breakfast. You’d have the best tutors in the kingdom to help you learn the life of a royal. But, even though you knew you wouldn’t have long to sleep... You couldn’t close your eyes.

Rolling around on top of the sheets, you tried to get comfortable, but it was useless. This night would be a sleepless one, you were certain. It was everything you could do to try to close your eyes, but something kept you awake.

Slowly, you peeled the covers away from your frame. Going towards the door you tested it, seeing if they had indeed locked you in like a caged bird. To your surprise, it opened. You gazed into the hallway, looking for guards or anyone of the like to stop you.

But, as you continued through the halls you found that there was no one in this section of the palace. With new found vigor, you stalked the corridors of pure stone. Looking at everything and anything that was revealed to you.

Long tapestries hung from the walls and looked like they were old, older than the palace itself it seemed. But they were vibrant in color, showing how wealthy this family was.

No normal citizen could afford this.

You walked down the staircase, running your hands along the bannister that was chiseled stone. Everything around seemed to be made of minerals. Perhaps it was to keep everything from catching on fire and burning down. But, it did give the place a cold feel. Not just metaphorically either, it was freezing down here. Even though you were still in a section of the palace towers.

A chilling breeze wrapped around your thigh, making you jump in surprise. You turned around and saw a doorway that had been left wide open. Curious, you walked through.

Two large, glass French doors were open to a balcony. You could feel the fresh air stinging your skin. You saw someone standing in front of the balcony railing, hands on the stone and leaning forward. Head down.

They were dressed nicely, perhaps one of the advisors? Or a knight? Someone who would have access to this area must’ve been someone important to the royal family. You slowly approached, looking to see what they would do.

You heard a sniffle, as if this person was crying.

Carefully, you got closer, wanting to see their face. They brought their hand up to their face, wiping away what you now knew to be tears. You saw them haul their leg over the railing, now straddling the stone structure.

What were they doing?

Another leg met the other, and now they were sitting on the railing, legs dangling in the air. You gasped in surprise when their head tilted back, and you saw the prince’s face come into view. His dark eyes full of tears as you watched on. You could feel the pain, as if it were palpable in the air.

“Mother,” he whimpered.

You remembered your mother had said the Queen was gone. You’d forgotten honestly. But you knew his pain. The loss of a parent was brutal, and it shouldn’t be faced alone.

“Mother forgive me,” he breathed. “But I miss you so much... Father is... He is lost to me now, I fear. He’ll never be the same again. His power, his legacy... it is all that fills his mind now. He’s arranged for me to marry a night crawler,” he laughed, a dark and deep sound that made your skin dance. “I remember you saying that they were good people. That they weren’t savages, but, their princess is... frightening to say the least.”

You tried not to make an offronted sound.

“But... I think you were right. They are good people, loyal and determined... I fear father wants to beat her into submission, although, I doubt even that would do the trick,” he sighed. “He talks of our marriage. Of how we are to produce an heir that will solidify our alliance with the night crawlers. But my heart... Mother my heart hurts when I think that I won’t be with my truest love. She’s been distraught with this new information. I tried to keep myself unmarried for so long, father wasn’t even interested in suitors for me... He was so busy running the kingdom we managed to stay together but now? I can’t be unfaithful to my wife. It feels wrong, especially if she is to carry my children one day, how could I do that to her?”

Taehyung was already thinking of children? The thought made you slightly nauseous. But, he sounded so sincere now. Speaking with his mother who passed. You sometimes spoke with your father, at his gravesite. Asked him for guidance and for his blessing as was customary. But it also soothed your soul to think that he was still there somehow.

“I wish I could see you again, mother,” he breathed out, looking up at the stars. “They say that you watch over me and protect me, but it’s so far to where you are. Unless...”

You saw him look down, his head tilted to the side.

“Unless... Unless I do something about it,” he whispered. Slowly you saw him start to push himself forwards.

Your heart thudded in your chest as you moved without even thinking. Flinging yourself forwards you grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled back, hauling him into you. Taehyung shouted, startled, but fell back into your front on the stone balcony. You were breathing so hard you thought your throat was raw. You kept a tight grip on the prince as he also heaved in breaths of his own.

For a moment, all that could be heard was your harsh pants. You looked up at the sky, and marveled at the stars blinking back at you. Taehyung’s hands were tight against your forearms, locked in place as you two tried to calm your reeling minds.

Then everything was clear.

“Are you insane!?” You shouted, shoving the prince away from you as you stood up.

“Excuse me?” He asked, raising a brow.

“What would you dying achieve? Huh? Where would that leave your people, your kingdom? Me?” You almost screeched.

Taehyung looked wildly confused at the proceedings.

“Why are you here?” He asked, walking past you and back inside.

“I couldn’t sleep. So I came down here looking for somewhere to think... The door was open so I walked in and saw you try to fling yourself off a tower balcony!” You said, watching as his back tensed.

“I wasn’t going to do it,” he said weakly.

“Tell that to my backside, you weigh a ton!” You complained, rubbing your back gently. Taehyung turned around at that and noticed your attire for the first time that evening. Quickly his brows shot up as he turned around once more.

“Y-You’re not decent, I’ll leave you,” he said, heading towards the door like a pup with its tail between its legs. Faster than you thought possible, you reached for his wrist. Taehyung stopped, holding himself still as your fingers enclosed around his skin.

“If it’s worth anything, I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“What do you have to apologize for? It’s your wing, I don’t even know why I’m here,” he breathed.

“Your mother. I’m sorry for her passing and for your pain. I know how badly that must hurt,” you said, looking at him with an even expression.

“You didn’t do it. You aren’t the reason for her passing, so you shouldn’t apologize. Although, don’t claim that you know my pain,” he said, taking his wrist from your grip.

“I know that pain. I lost my father when I was a child,” you stated, for the second time in one night.

Taehyung closed his eyes and sighed. “Then I guess we both know the pain of loss,” he said, pulling at his clothes. It appeared to be a nervous habit, one more than likely picked up in childhood.

“He died in a battle against your people,” you said, waiting for his response.

“War is ugly. And you lose a lot more than just people in the mix,” he answered, keeping his eyes trained forward.

“And your mother? How did she pass?”

The room was silent for a moment. You began to think you’d gone too far when he took a shaky breath in.

“Illness... She fell sick shortly after my birth and never fully recovered, she suffered for years while I grew up. She forced herself to be strong for me, until the moment she couldn’t. I was there, I held her hand while she died... Felt her go weak in my grasp. I-I saw the light leave her eyes, but her very last words were that she loved me more than anything,” he said, tears flowing down his face.

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t, there were no words that could soothe this kind of grief. But where words failed you, perhaps your actions could speak instead. Gently, the most careful you’d been with anyone or anything, you made him turn to face you. Taehyung looked down at you with tear filled eyes. Red and swollen orbs gazed back at you as you wiped his tears with your thumbs, trying to comfort him.

Awkwardly, you pulled him into your embrace. You’d only hugged your mother before this, but, you had the general idea down. Taehyung clung to you like a lifeline, where before there were gentle cries they turned into body shaking sobs. Your heart ached at the sound, and you knew you couldn’t fathom this pain. Yes, your father dying had hurt, but you were young and didn’t really remember it. Taehyung had been there to watch his mother slowly deteriorate before his eyes, and to have her die in his arms like she did. It was horrific to imagine.

Your back faced the door as you looked into the night sky, and wondered if you and the prince could make it work. The marriage, a life together.

But neither of you noticed the pair of eyes watching from the hallway, orbs filling with tears of their own as they ran into the blackness of the night.

—

The following days came and went rather uneventfully. You did your etiquette lessons, and they were boring.You learned about the country's history, and it was boring. And when they started talking about politics and diplomacy you actually fell asleep. Elaine was patient with you though, shaking you awake gently and catching you up on anything you had missed.

She was a good person, underneath all the rules and standards, you knew she was a genuine woman. You don’t think you’d ever be close friends, but, at the very least you two could talk and it wasn’t awkward. Which was more than could be said between you and Taehyung.

He had been avoiding you ever since your interaction on the balcony.

Not like the pair of you had been overly chatty before then, but you were hoping that maybe that would trigger something, anything... You were rather lonely in this huge palace by yourself. It was weird and disorienting going from such a large family dynamic to being practically alone, it was difficult.

You were walking the halls of the palace one day, a break between lessons giving you ample time to meander about and contemplate. Thrilling things like the weather, what you would wear for bed, if dinner would be served on silver or china... See? Thrilling...

When you turned the corner you spotted the elusive prince, he was coming out of the library, a hand pressed to his cheek. You peered closer and noticed that his eyes were watering, and his cheek was swelling. Before you could even process what you were doing, the distance between you two was gone.

“What happened?” You asked, shocking the royal as you followed him down the hall.

“It’s nothing, please, go attend your lessons,” he urged, hiding the side of his face from you as best as he could.

“Just let me see,” you said, gripping his wrist. Taehyung flinched, making your stomach churn with worry. Slowly, you let him go.

“It’s nothing, I just fell, I’ll be fine,” he said, walking faster down the corridor.

“Please,” you said, reaching for him again, but calmer this time. Taehyung didn’t stop you, letting you peel away his hand from his face. Underneath his large palm was a welt, ruby red and swelling by the minute. It looked as if he’d been hit with something across the face. Your heart clenched painfully, something you weren’t used to.

But the look in his eyes was worse yet.

The pain that lingered there, the agony. As if nothing could break through it... It made you want to be sick that someone was so upset. You’d never seen hurt like this. It took you back to that night, when he spoke of his mother...

“Why?” You asked, you already knew who had hit him.

“I asked to visit my mother’s grave,” he whispered.

“And he hit you because of it?” You asked, moving him down the hall towards the kitchens. It was well after lunch but too soon to be preparing dinner so it was empty. Taking a cloth from the basin you soaked it in the cool liquid before bringing it to his throbbing cheek.

“Father doesn’t like to accept that she’s gone. That’s why she’s not buried on palace grounds. He thinks that if he hides her corpse, then she’s not actually dead... Just, away,” he sighed, leaning into the cool fabric against his cheek.

“Have you ever hit him back?” You asked, raising a brow. Taehyung seemed shocked at your question, but you remained unmoved.

“W-Why would I hit my father?” He asked, incredulous.

“I guess I could ask your father why he hits his own son. But I fear that we might both be thrown in the dungeons for that one,” you said, giving a small smile.

“I wish I could stand up to him but... I know it’s not really him, at least not anymore. If you knew him, before... Before everything happened, you’d understand... He wasn’t always so belligerent and spiteful. He was kind, benevolent and just. But, losing my mother really hurt him. So, instead of accepting the pain he pushed it and everyone else away. He’s not my father anymore, he’s just the king...”

To hear Taehyung speak as though he’s lost his other parent, made your chest tighten all over again. You now understood his timid nature. If his father was truly abusive towards him, no wonder he was always on edge. No wonder he strayed away from difficult topics and agreed with him so easily. It was a survival technique.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you said, trying to keep your emotions from betraying you.

“I lost both my parents the day she died... One in more ways than I’ll ever understand,” he breathed.

The room was silent after that. You took the cloth from Taehyung and wetted it again, reapplying the damp fabric to his aching flesh.

It was Taehyung’s turn to observe you. Your eyes were fixed on his cheek as he stared down his nose as you. Your hands moved him gently, but there was a firmness to your motions. He could feel how strong you were, even if you didn’t mean to show it. The women he’d been around his whole life oozed elegance and poise. You on the other hand were... well... A little brutish, crass and not to mention dangerous. If you pouncing on the royal advisor was anything to go by.

But watching you now?

How you tended to him so carefully, as if you were afraid to break him. He saw you were trying to make an effort to be kind to him, even though you didn’t want any part in this like him. If the two of you were going to be stuck together for the rest of your lives, Taehyung certainly didn’t want to be afraid of you. But he also didn’t want you to feel like you had to walk on eggshells around him.

Taking in your physical appearance was another thing. You were pretty. Maybe? They had bathed you and put you in Regreya’s finest satins and silks, so maybe that helped a little bit. But your nose was cute, it sat on your face nicely and complimented your features. Eyes that took in everything around them, he originally thought they were scary to look at, almost like they were glaring at everything but... No... That wasn’t the case. You were learning, all the time. His eyes trailed down, looking at your lips that sat pleasantly plump and full. You were biting them now, tongue poking out when you focused.

You were pretty, he decided.

“If you stare any harder, I might burst into flames,” you smirked, pulling away the cloth for the final time.

“I meant no offense,” he started, ready to back off, when you gave him a teasing smile.

“It’s alright, I’ve been looking too,” you smirked.

You weren’t sure why, but you felt your mind ease when Taehyung gave you a soft smile back as an answer to your teasing. His cheek wasn’t nearly as swollen as it was when he walked out of that room. But, you still knew that it would probably bruise. The purpling was already starting around the edges.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do this,” he said.

“I wanted to,” you said quietly, not looking like the savage princess he’d seen the first day in the palace.

“I appreciate it,” he said, moving towards the door.

“Who is she?” You asked, thinking back to that night on the balcony.

“I don’t know what you’re asking,” he answered, not turning back to face you.

“I heard you, on the balcony. Talking to your mother, you mentioned that you were in love... But if you don’t want to tell me that’s alright too,” you shrugged.

“So you heard that,” he whispered, head tilting forward.

“You don’t have to tell me who she is, I understand,” you explained.

“She’s been with me since I was a child, she’s everything to me...” he trailed off, as if lost in thought.

“Ah, you grew up together,” you nodded.

“We did but we didn’t. Always near but so far away at the same time,” he lamented, hand resting on his cheek.

“Does the king know?” You asked.

Taehyung whirled around and got right in your face. You saw an intensity sitting in his gaze that you’d never seen before. He was not meek, he was not useless... He was angry.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“That’s a no then,” you tried to ease with humor, but Taehyung placed his hands on either side of you. His face was so close, it made your heart thud dangerously in your chest.

“Listen to me, if you tell the king about us I will make your life in this palace a living hell. I won’t continue my previous relationship once we’re married, if you’re to be my wife then you deserve that much respect. However, I won’t tell you who she is or what she does or anything about her. Because, if you find out who she is, and you threaten her? I will ruin you,” he growled, eyes dark and swirling with possessiveness.

“I won’t say anything,” you agreed, trying to sound firm. But you couldn’t help the waver in your voice, you hadn’t expected that kind of anger from him. “I promise.”

“Your words mean little to me,” he said low. “I do appreciate your help today, but it was unnecessary. I’m sure you have more lessons, I’ll be going first,” he said, leaving you backed up against the counter, staring at the stone wall across from you.

You stood there for so long that the kitchen staff made their reappearance. They asked you what you were doing here, but you just shook your head, leaving them to work in peace

Taglist: @ladyartemesia

(If you want to be added to the taglist please send me an ask!)

For I Have Always Loved You~

ꕥPosted: 3/2/21

ꕥGenre: Prince!au, Angst, Fluff

ꕥPairing: FemReader! x Prince Yunho

ꕥWord Count: 769

ꕥWarnings: Angst but it ends happy (of course)

ꕥA/N: This is surprise peace offering for not posting a fic in a long time I’m so sorry. Also this was inspired by my friend @onceonafullmoon ‘s post Foxgloves and Peonies, so check that out too 😉☺️

She ran through the mansion's corridors, the front of her extravagant dress in her hands, the fabric swaying side to side with every movement. She wasn't running out of fright, but instead out of the desire to get away, to become invisible.

"Wait! Come back!" Her lover shouted out, his face laced with concern as he chased after her.

"Leave me alone, Yunho!" She dashed into a side room, trying to close the door when he caught up to her. The man pried the door open and entered quickly behind.

"Why did you run away?" He asked, voice calm despite his slightly staggered breathing after running for so long.

“I saw the way those women were looking at you at the ball. They’re gorgeous and from great wealth. I don't why you would ever choose me. I’m not smart. I'm not pretty. I'm not...” she cried, burying her face in her hands and falling to the floor.

“That simply isn’t true,” he said, sitting on the floor and caressing her shoulders, “You have introduced me to thoughts and wisdom beyond what I could have ever conjured. You are more beautiful than any woman there by far. You are more wise than Athena and more breathtaking than Aphrodite in my eyes.”

Her hiccups continued as she became engulfed in his words, never finding comfort in anyone quite as much as she did in the man before her.

“How could you ever love me?” She said between hiccups, “What could possibly make you view me as desirable in your eyes?”

He gave a small smile, his own eyes pricking with tears at the sight before him, “My darling, you are my world. On days I feel down you are the sun, giving way to all life, warm rays enveloping all that they can touch, providing great comfort to all that feel it. The days that I feel angry, you are the ocean, providing calmness and comfort, a steady and reliable force. On days I am happy, you are the fire, igniting every part of me, making me feel alive and invincible. On days I act without thinking and make foolish errors, you are the thunderstorm, stern and firm, reminding me that there is more to life than what I see before me. You are all these to me, and for this, I have always loved you. There has never been any way for me to stop. There has never been a desire for me to stop.”

Her eyes still watered, but her hiccups subsided, further and further believing that the man before her could by no measure be real. And yet, he was. She lifted her head and felt her heart break as she watched a tear fall down his face. The man cupped her cheek, his hold gentle as if he might scare her away.

“You will never know the breathtaking beauty you behold in my eyes, and I’m afraid there will never be the words for me to convey such an unyielding emotion. No actions will ever be enough to prove to you the degree to which I cherish you, but I will say so everyday. I will tell you until you believe this yourself. You, my dear, are forever deserving of love.”

He reached out for her small hand, rubbing small circles on her soft skin. She looked at the motion, a slight smile on her lips at the act of comfort.

“Beautiful.” He said, meeting her eyes, “Deep down to your soul.”

She took a deep breathe to calm herself, thinking there might be at least a little truth to his words. If a man such as he could love her, perhaps she had more worth than she gave herself credit for.

He moved the hand resting on her face underneath her chin, tilting her head upwards, "You are the only one for me."

He kissed her, and she happily returned the action. The kiss was soft but strong, taking her breath away.

"I am so in love with you, my flower."

She looked down, feeling shy, beginning to play with the hem of her dress, " I love you, too. So much."

Although she mumbled, the man could still hear her. He felt the urge to kiss her once more, and so he did.

"Why don't we head back?" He asked, "And I want you on my arm, so I can show off that I have the most wonderful woman in the world to call my own."

She giggled slightly, a faint blush on her cheeks, "If you insist, my prince."

"Oh, my darling, I do."