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itstheoneshot · 1 year ago

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Summary: It’s not homewrecking if he is the one who wants it, is it?

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Cheating, Infidelity, Size Kink

The end of year Christmas party. A time to let loose and celebrate all that you achieved over the course of the year. Marking the beginning of a much needed two week break, you always looked forward to this night. There was so much fun to be had every year, as everyone in the company finally put down the corporate cosplay they wore all year to get absolutely wasted, and dance the night away.

This year is no different, you are already several glasses of champagne deep when you are tapped on the shoulder by someone behind you. Picking up your glass, you turn to greet who is behind you, and you feel your breath catch in your throat as you make eye contact with him.

Sehun. He is one of your colleagues, he works in the same department as you. You get along well, maybe a little too much, there is an unspoken chemistry between you, one that has never been acted on, due to Sehun being engaged and due to wed in the first half of next year.

“Hi, Sehunnie,” You beam at him, only realising now that your words are a little slurred, “I wasn’t sure if you were coming!”

Sehun hails the bartender to pour him a glass before turning back to you, “I wouldn’t miss it,” He replies, “It’s the best night of the year.”

“You came alone?” You ask, glancing behind him to see his fiancee is nowhere to be seen, when she is usually hanging off him at every work event.

“I did,” He nods, “She’s out of town for the weekend for her own work function.”

You try not to notice the glint in his eyes as he says this, or focus on his lips as he tips his head back to scull the drink in his hand. You turn to grab yourself another glass, needing something to try and take your mind off the thick, tension filled air around you.

“Care to dance?” Sehun asks as he picks up another drink, “Can’t just stand here and drink all night now, can we?”

You shake your head with a playful roll of your eyes, but nod in agreement. You two are close, and everyone else at the company knows it, so seeing you two together is nothing new and nothing to be suspicious of. You aren’t breaking any rules by dancing with him, though you know that if his fiancee was here, she definitely wouldn’t leave him alone for a second.

He looks so handsome under the dimmed lights, strobe effects bouncing off the floor, giving you fleeting views of his silhouette, long legs, wide shoulders, he is so tall, even in your 6-inch heels he still towers over you. You two have fun, dancing and drinking, and getting a little bit too close for just friends. You aren’t sure at what point his large hands end up on your waist, or when you begin to grind back into him, practically glued together, fuck, is it getting hot in here, or is it just Sehun’s body up against yours? He’s engaged, you keep repeating it in your mind, as you feel the cool of his engagement ring - he’s that kind of guy, both he and his fiancee have matching rings - against your skin, your dress has cutouts at the waist, so no surprise that is where Sehun’s hands are.

“Sehun,” You sigh breathlessly, only loud enough for him to hear, ��We shouldn’t be doing this.”

It’s true, you know it, but truth be told, you don’t want him to stop, not for a second. Guilt plagues you only for a fleeting moment before it is gone, too focused on the fact that instead of pushing you away, Sehun pulls you closer to him, leaning down so that he can whisper in your ear. His breath is hot, and it sends shivers down your spine.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asks, “Although maybe we should go somewhere more private?”

The realisation hits you, and you feel your knees wobbling, threatening to give out. It has been years now, the tension between you, never acted on and never spoken, but now the offer is there, and you are so fucking willing to take the chance, whether it makes you a homewrecker or not, you don’t give a fuck anymore.

“My place?” You offer, “I can call a cab.”

You turn around to face him, your face is flushed from the alcohol and from the hours of dancing, though Sehun still looks a million dollars, as he always does.

“Please do,” He replies, his voice is a little hoarse, and it only turns you on further, “Nobody’s gonna notice if we slip out now.”

You do exactly that, prying yourself away from him to act inconspicuous, though you don’t think anyone would expect this of you, there is no way you would take that chance. The taxi that you booked arrives in minutes, so you aren’t left out in the cold for long, soon seated beside Sehun in the back of the car, giving your address to the driver as Sehun’s hand rests on your thigh. You don’t live too far from the venue, and for that you are grateful, because with every passing moment you feel more and more like you are going to break.

Sehun pays for the cab, much to your dismay, but with a pointed look from him you are instantly silenced and not willing to put up a fight, instead thanking him, and then the driver before you exit the car. You lead Sehun up to the elevator inside your building, riding it up to the 10th floor, where you get off and walk down the hallway to your apartment. It’s nothing much, it is a peak single person living space studio apartment. It is nice, you won’t lie, but there is nothing super exciting about it, it’s just like every other apartment in Seoul. Though you aren’t here to impress Sehun with your living quarters, and he couldn't care less about that anyway, as he has you pressed up against the door as soon as you are both inside.

“Is this private enough?” You ask, all but forgetting about his fiancee, only thinking about him and how badly you want him right now.

“It’s perfect,” He murmurs as he reaches down to grab under your thighs, lifting you up off the floor, you cross your ankles around his back, “But I think I need to get you naked now.”

He is so strong, easily carrying you down to where your bed is, and not so carefully throwing you down onto the mattress. He follows you onto the bed, and you grab him by the collar to make him kiss you again, fingers working at the buttons on his shirt, begging to free him from the material. He reaches around to your back, finding your dress zipper to pull down, and you sit up so that he can pull the fabric from your body just as you push his shirt off his shoulders and he allows it to fall down his arms.

Sehun’s body is ethereal, you are so drawn to him, tracing shapes all over his skin as you work your way down to his pants, unbuckling his belt just as he reaches down to help you, leaving you both in nothing but underwear, though that won’t be for long. Sehun guides you further up the bed, resting your head amongst the pillows, gazing up at him as he leans down to kiss you again.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” He growls, reaching under you to unclasp your bra, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You lean up to let him take your bra off, and use the opportunity to hook your fingers into his underwear, pulling them down and freeing his hard… and very large cock. Your mouth waters at the sight, and Sehun catches you so brazenly staring.

“You want something?” He teases you as he tugs your own panties down, “All you need to do is ask.”

“I want to taste you, Sehun,” You breathe, “Please, please let me suck your cock.”

Sehun groans as he rolls over onto his back, he puts his hands behind his head and stares down at you as you position yourself between his legs. His cock looks so much bigger now so close to you, and you eye it off with a desperate need to fit in as much as you can.

You lean down, wrapping your hand around the base of his shaft to admire it, your hand is dwarfed in size by comparison, and you move to close your mouth around the tip. The sound that he makes is heavenly, and you chase it by moving further down. You hollow your cheeks to take him deeper, and he hits the back of your throat before you even reach your hand. You look up at him through your lashes to see him staring you down, eyes dazed as you begin to bob your head, trying to figure out exactly how he likes it, which you work out pretty fast. He runs his fingers through your hair, ruining the style but you couldn’t care less, too focused on pleasuring him, getting off to it yourself, obsessed with the way that you’re making him feel.

“You look so tiny with your mouth full of my cock,” Sehun moans, tugging a little harder on your hair as you gag on him, “I like that, you look so innocent, it’s driving me crazy.”

You force yourself down further, taking him down your throat so far you feel you might puke, pulling off with a pop as you feel his cock twitch, saliva stringing from your lips. You kiss up Sehun’s stomach and chest, along his jawline until you reach his lips again, his hands settling once more on your waist, he is obsessed with your curves and you instinctively grind down on his cock, wanting so badly to have him inside of you.

“Can’t help that you’re so much bigger than me,” You mumble against his lips, gasping as his cock twitches against your clit, “But I like it too, I like that you can do anything you want to me.”

Sehun does exactly that, lifting you up with one hand, and using his other to guide his cock to your hole, and helping you lower yourself down onto him. The stretch is intense, burning as you take in the first few inches, breathing heavily to try and remain calm, loving the feeling and the expression on Sehun’s face, brows furrowed as he feels you contract around him. It takes a little to lower yourself down as far as you can go, feeling your stomach bulge from the pressure, you splay your hand over it to experience it better.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Sehun hisses, moving a hand from your waist to feel it too, “You’re filled completely, with cock still left to go.”

You glance down to see what he means, and you realise that even with the tip hitting your cervix, the base of his cock is still visible, not fitting in. You lift your hips before dropping down again, trying to find a good rhythm to ride him in, letting him help out, his strength unmatched, he fucks you with ease.

Soon though your thighs grow tired, and Sehun notices this, pulling out of you to flip you over onto your back, from there guiding one of your legs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder. He thrusts into you harshly, without warning, the angle has him hitting even deeper, you almost pass out from the force. You worry you might get a noise complaint as you don’t hold back at all, the years of pining for this insanely hot man are finally at an end, in a turn of events that you had never expected to happen.

“Harder, Sehun,” You cry, “Harder, please!”

You are probably a little crazy, asking for that, as he is already fucking you so intensely you fear that you may pass out, but you are drunk, and so close to orgasm, that if you passed out straight after, you wouldn’t care anyway. You are sure that you are going to bruise but that is fine, you want to remember this when you wake up with a hangover, knowing that this is only going to happen once, you need to make it worth it.

Sehun obliges your request, leaning down to kiss you, lifting your other leg up so that your knees are by your ears, you had no idea you were this flexible, but you are grateful that you haven’t broken. Your cunt begins to clench, just as Sehun gets close too, and you know that you are both about to peak in sync, only getting you there faster. Your orgasm washes over you, and you moan louder than you thought that you could. Sehun follows closely behind, kissing you harder to try and quieten you both, moaning into your mouth which is so much hotter than you could have imagined. He fills you up, splattering your insides until you begin to leak, unable to take anymore. It is so hot, and you wish it wouldn’t end, but it does, and Sehun slows down to a complete stop, pulling out of you and rolling over onto his back.

“Wow,” He sighs, tilting his head to face you as he cards his fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead, “That couldn’t have been better.”

It makes you blush, as reality sets in and you glance at the ring on his finger. You fucked an engaged man, and you don’t regret it at all, which makes you hate yourself, just a bit. Sehun sits up to begin dressing himself, you should have figured that he wasn’t going to stay. It is okay though, you lived out a fantasy, one you are sure not to forget.

“I needed that,” You reply, sitting up to pull a tshirt over your head, one of the oversized ones you had thrown on the floor the day before, “Get home safe, okay?”

Sehun smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead before he picks up his phone to call a cab, and you follow him down your short hallway to see him out. You are so ready for a shower and then sleep, feeling his cum as it begins to drip down your legs, a not so pleasant reminder of the very pleasant encounter you just had with your taken coworker.

“I will,” He promises as you reach to unlock the door, “I’ll see you in a couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy your break.”

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yerimacoustic · 5 months ago

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aqupisrecs · 2 years ago

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[ ● FIC REC ] FILE NAME : SEHUN / OH SE-HUN

CONTENTS : M - Mature, ✰ - Favorites, ⚘ - Fluff, ♧ - Angst

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Oh, Baby! > </ ⚘ ♧ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Formidable > </ ⚘ ♧>

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Neighbors > </ ✰ M ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Yes, Sir ft. Kai > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀While You're Asleep > </ ✰ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Teasing > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Mutual Mast*rbation > </ M >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Good Morning > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Drunk Scenario > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀A Hug Is All You Need > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀Baby Boy > </ ✰ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀<⠀⠀How Sehun Acts When He's In Love > </ ⚘ >

⠀⠀⠀⠀//coming soon...

Updated [ 2023 - June - 10 ]

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loeyshandtattoo · 7 months ago

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the lady of moonreach

SECOND CHAPTER, Whispers in the Shadows

chapter summary: Namra still insists on the restoration of Moonreach, and manages to have an upper hand with her new friend, despite that, it doesn't grant her the immunity from the members of the council, not even the feelings that she is slowly growing for the king-conqueror. wc: 3.7k

THE MORNING SUN CAST ALONG THE SHADOWS AT STONEHEARTH, where the scars of war were still evident despite the city's efforts to heal. As I walked through the bustling streets, the contrasts were stark—rebuilt homes and vibrant markets stood side by side with remnants of past destruction. Chanyeol and I had made headway in revitalizing the capital, but the crucial matter of Moonreach loomed large over our efforts.

That is why, the council again has called for a meeting, and this time it was to make peace on the incident the other day about the supposed plans on Moonreach's restoration initiative.

In the council chamber, Chanyeol sat at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on the array of documents before him. The tension from the previous meeting still hung in the air, the friction between us palpable. Junmyeon, Chanyeol’s advisor, was present, and his role in our current predicament was undeniable.

From what I know, Junmyeon owns a piece of land in the Verdantia, where the House Baek rules over in the confines of Greenwood Keep, and Junmyeon managed to have owned hectares of land and named the estate, Eldergrove Keep. His political background is quite remarkable given his family history, whom have been a loyal political advisor to the king, but at this case, he trusts my side, and that is the one he's about to defend in this meeting.

“Moonreach needs to be our priority,” I said firmly, breaking the silence. “It’s not just a castle; it’s a symbol of our commitment to the northern regions and to the legacy of Lord Greenwell.”

Chanyeol looked up, his eyes narrowing. “Namra, I’m aware of its significance, but resources are limited. We can’t simply divert them from other pressing needs.”

Junmyeon interjected smoothly, “Lord Greenwell’s estate was more than just a symbol; it was a vital strategic location. Restoring Moonreach could stabilize the northern regions and reinforce our control there. It’s not only about sentiment; it’s about strategy.”

Chanyeol’s jaw tightened. He was clearly struggling with the implications. “Fine. We’ll allocate the resources for Moonreach. But you, Namra, will need to oversee the process.”

I nodded, meeting his gaze steadily. “I’ll handle it.”

As the meeting concluded, the strained atmosphere between Chanyeol and me was almost tangible. His reluctance was evident, but I was determined to press on. The urgency of the restoration was more than just a task—it was a mission driven by personal stakes and the memory of Lord Greenwell.

As we exited the council room, Chanyeol’s gaze lingered on Junmyeon. There was a flicker of irritation in his eyes, an insecurity that had become more pronounced since our earlier discussions. I could sense the undercurrent of rivalry, a tension that went beyond mere politics.

In the corridors, Chanyeol caught up with me, his expression resolute. “Namra, don’t think for a moment that I’m underestimating the importance of Moonreach. But I need you to understand that this kingdom’s survival is at stake. Every decision we make has consequences.”

His voice was clipped, his frustration barely contained. “I understand,” I said, matching his tone. “But Moonreach is not a luxury; it’s a necessity.”

Chanyeol’s eyes met mine with a mix of defiance and something softer—a flicker of understanding perhaps, buried beneath the surface. “Very well. I’ll support your efforts, but don’t expect me to stand idly by if things go awry.”

Right after the conversation, he returned to his office, where he can continue stressing over the political matters of the kingdom.

The corridors of Ironhold were abuzz with the muted echoes of footsteps and murmured conversations. The high ceilings and grand tapestries spoke of a bygone era of opulence, but the current atmosphere was heavy with the weight of political tension. As I walked through the hallways, my mind was preoccupied with the recent council meeting. The debate over Moonreach had not only been a professional ordeal but a deeply personal one.

Finally, things were turning to my favor.

I turned a corner, my steps slowing as I saw Junmyeon waiting near a grand window overlooking the courtyard. His presence was calm, his demeanor always one of composed authority. His sharp eyes met mine as I approached, a subtle nod acknowledging my arrival.

“Namra,” Junmyeon greeted, his tone warm but measured. “I was hoping we could talk. The council meeting seemed particularly intense today.”

I offered a small, appreciative smile. “Yes, it was. I’m glad you’re here. I was hoping to discuss the next steps for Moonreach. There’s still so much to be done, and your input has been invaluable.”

Junmyeon gestured for me to follow him to a quieter corner of the hall, away from the bustling activity. We stood by a large map of the kingdom displayed on the wall, a detailed depiction of the land with various territories marked.

“I’m glad to see that Chanyeol has agreed to prioritize Moonreach,” Junmyeon said, his eyes scanning the map. “It’s a crucial step, not just for the northern regions, but for the entire kingdom’s stability.”

I nodded, appreciating his continued support. “Indeed. But there are still obstacles—both logistical and political. I worry about the challenges ahead.”

Junmyeon’s expression turned thoughtful. “Restoring Moonreach is more than a symbolic gesture; it’s about reinforcing our northern defenses and showing our commitment to those who have been loyal to the crown.”

I glanced at him, sensing a deeper understanding in his words. “You seem particularly invested in this. Why?”

Junmyeon looked at me with a hint of surprise, then offered a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “You’ve caught me. My family’s history has always been intertwined with the political landscape of Iris. My estate, Eldergrove Keep, has been a center of strategy and diplomacy. Supporting Moonreach is not just a personal favor; it’s a way to ensure that the northern regions remain stable.”

“Your support has been crucial,” I said sincerely. “But I can’t help feeling that there’s more to it. Your involvement seems… personal.”

Junmyeon met my gaze steadily. “Perhaps. I believe in what Moonreach represents. It’s a symbol of resilience, and with the kingdom’s future so uncertain, we need every symbol of strength we can get.”

I sighed, feeling a mixture of relief and uncertainty. “Chanyeol’s reluctance has been palpable. I can sense his frustration, especially with how closely you and I have been working together.”

Junmyeon’s eyes softened with understanding. “Chanyeol has his own burdens to bear. The pressure of leadership can be overwhelming, and sometimes it manifests as frustration or insecurity. His struggle with prioritizing Moonreach is a reflection of his broader concerns for the kingdom.”

We stood in silence for a moment, the gravity of our conversation sinking in. Junmyeon’s presence was a comforting constant amidst the chaos.

“I appreciate your perspective,” I said finally. “And I’m grateful for your support. It means more than you know.”

Junmyeon offered a reassuring smile. “We’re all in this together, Namra. The kingdom’s future relies on our collective efforts. If there’s anything more I can do to help, you have my word.”

As we continued to discuss the finer points of the restoration and strategy, the connection between us grew stronger. Junmyeon’s support was not just political; it was a genuine commitment to the kingdom’s wellbeing, and it was clear that our shared goals were forging a meaningful alliance.

The conversation eventually drew to a close, and as I prepared to leave, Junmyeon gave me a final, encouraging nod. “Keep pushing forward. We’re making progress, and every step counts.”

I watched him walk away, a sense of determination settling within me. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, but with allies like Junmyeon by my side, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. As I moved toward the next task, the halls of Ironhold seemed a little less daunting, knowing that support and understanding were within reach.

Chanyeol's POV

As I returned to the comfort of my office, my thoughts were clouded by a mix of frustration and something else—an unfamiliar sense of vulnerability. The tension between Namra and me was more than just professional; there was an undeniable personal undertone that I struggled to understand.

The way she spoke about Moonreach with such fervor, her unwavering dedication—it was both admirable and unsettling. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy whenever I saw her interact with Junmyeon. Their camaraderie, their shared understanding—it was a stark contrast to the growing distance between Namra and me.

I found myself staring out of the window of my chambers, lost in thought. Junmyeon’s influence and his closeness to Namra made me uneasy. I recalled a moment from our earlier discussions, where Junmyeon had subtly encouraged Namra’s efforts. There was something almost calculated in his support, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that his motives were not entirely pure.

I recalled a memory from a few weeks ago, when Junmyeon had suggested a strategy that had seemed to benefit both parties. At the time, I’d appreciated his insight, but now, with Namra so closely involved, I wondered if his intentions were more self-serving. His history with my family, his unspoken ambitions—these were the shadows lurking in the back of my mind.

The way Namra and Junmyeon had spoken in the council hall, the ease with which they exchanged ideas—it made me question my own position. My feelings for Namra, a strange mixture of admiration and frustration, only added to my insecurities.

I was beginning to realize that my feelings towards her were not as straightforward as I had assumed. There was an undeniable connection, a growing sense of respect that bordered on something deeper. Yet, every gesture of support seemed to come with a price, a reminder of the political and personal complexities we faced.

As I turned back to my desk, I felt the weight of the kingdom’s challenges pressing down on me. My thoughts were tangled with doubts about Junmyeon’s true motives and the growing closeness between Namra and the advisor. But beneath it all, there was an undeniable yearning for something more—a connection that transcended the political strife.

Somehow, I refuse to believe that it's anything more than having certain deeper feelings.

Namra's POV

As days passed, Chanyeol’s demeanor remained guarded, but small gestures began to shift the dynamic between us. He made an effort to consult with me directly about the progress of the restoration, and there were moments when his attention seemed to soften, if only slightly.

One evening, as I reviewed plans for Moonreach, Chanyeol appeared at my side. “How is the restoration progressing?” he asked, his voice betraying an uncharacteristic note of concern.

“It’s coming along,” I replied, glancing up. “But we’ve encountered some obstacles. We need additional resources to address them.”

Chanyeol’s brow furrowed. “I’ll see what I can do. We can’t afford delays.”

The brief exchange was loaded with unspoken tension, but beneath it, there was an undercurrent of mutual respect. Chanyeol’s willingness to assist, even in small ways, hinted at a growing recognition of the importance of our shared goals.

In the council room, Junmyeon continued to play a pivotal role, his influence evident in the strategies we implemented. Chanyeol’s frustration with Junmyeon was palpable, but there were moments when he acknowledged the advisor’s contributions, if begrudgingly.

Meanwhile, the situation in Dawnspire remained tense. Lady Ambers was grappling with political instability, and her challenges were a stark reminder of the broader issues facing the kingdom. Chanyeol’s focus on these issues sometimes overshadowed his interactions with me, but there were brief instances where he seemed to appreciate the gravity of our situation.

As I worked tirelessly on the restoration of Moonreach, the weight of the task was ever-present. The castle’s rebuilding was more than a physical endeavor; it was a symbol of hope and renewal for the kingdom. And despite the ongoing friction, Chanyeol’s sporadic gestures of support hinted at a slowly thawing relationship.

The early evening light cast long, dramatic shadows through the grand windows of Ironhold, painting the stone floors in warm hues. The hallways were quieter now, the clamor of the day giving way to an eerie calm. I had been heading towards the archives to review the restoration plans for Moonreach, seeking solitude amidst the castle’s grandeur.

As I rounded a corner, I nearly bumped into Chanyeol, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. His sudden presence made my heart skip a beat. I looked up into his intense gaze, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch between us.

“Namra,” he said, a hint of surprise coloring his voice. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

I stepped back, regaining my composure. “Just heading to the archives. The restoration plans need my attention.”

Chanyeol’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I was actually on my way there myself. Perhaps we could walk together? It’s been a while since we had a chance to talk without the usual constraints.”

His suggestion was unexpected, but I agreed, and we started down the corridor side by side. The space between us seemed to crackle with an electric charge, our proximity heightening the tension.

“I’ve been thinking,” Chanyeol began, his voice low and deliberate, “about our last conversation. You were quite insistent on Moonreach.”

I turned to face him, meeting his gaze with equal intensity. “Moonreach isn’t just a restoration project. It’s a symbol of hope and commitment. It’s personal.”

Chanyeol’s expression hardened momentarily. “Personal, yes. But what about the broader issues? The instability in Dawnspire, for instance—are they less important?”

I chose my words carefully. “Every issue is significant, but Moonreach holds a deeper meaning for me. It’s not merely about strategy; it’s about honoring a legacy.”

Chanyeol’s eyes darkened, his internal struggle evident. “And yet, sometimes I wonder if you’re more invested in this project than in the kingdom’s other needs.”

Before I could reply, we reached the archives. The room seemed too large and impersonal for the conversation we were having. Chanyeol’s eyes met mine with a mixture of frustration and something else—an unspoken vulnerability.

“Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere more private,” he suggested, his tone softer but charged with an edge of tension.

We found a small, secluded study room just off the main corridor. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of evening light filtering through the narrow windows. It was intimate, the warmth of the setting creating a cocoon around us.

As we entered, Chanyeol’s demeanor shifted subtly. He leaned against a table, his posture relaxed yet exuding an air of controlled intensity. “Namra,” he began, his voice dropping to a hushed tone, “I value your dedication, but I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more behind your actions.”

I stood close to him, the proximity causing my pulse to quicken. “And what makes you think that?”

Chanyeol’s eyes bore into mine, a storm of emotions swirling beneath the surface. “It’s the way you speak of Moonreach. As if it’s not just a task but a deeply personal mission.”

The space between us seemed to shrink, the air growing thicker with tension. Chanyeol’s gaze flickered between my eyes and my lips, his breath coming slightly uneven. “Sometimes,” he continued, his voice almost a whisper, “I feel like there’s a part of you that’s deliberately hidden.”

The moment hung heavy with unspoken tension. Chanyeol’s vulnerability was palpable, and I could feel the magnetic pull between us. The briefest touch of his hand against mine sent a shiver down my spine.

“I’m driven by my commitment,” I said, my voice low and steady. “But if you feel there’s more, you should be open about it.”

Chanyeol’s gaze lingered on me, his expression a mix of frustration and something softer—an unspoken longing. “Perhaps you’re right. But it’s hard to ignore the way we seem to clash and connect simultaneously.”

Our faces were inches apart now, the warmth of his breath mingling with mine. The tension was almost unbearable, and I could see the struggle in his eyes—an internal battle between restraint and the pull of something deeper.

Before I could react, the door creaked open slightly, a distant sound breaking the moment. Chanyeol took a step back, his expression a conflicted mixture of desire and frustration. “We should focus on our tasks,” he said, his voice returning to its usual clipped tone. “There’s too much at stake.”

I nodded, trying to steady my own racing heart. “Yes, of course. We both have our roles to play.”

As we left the room, the silence between us was charged with the residue of our interaction. The connection was undeniable, yet shrouded in the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Chanyeol’s guarded demeanor and the intensity of our exchange left me with a sense of anticipation—and a lingering tension that promised further complications.

However, a part of me can't help but of the feeling being watched. As if someone is monitoring my every move, and that wants to make me plan step ahead.

Third Person POV

As dusk fell over Stonehearth, the grand halls of Ironhold were cloaked in shadows, the fading light casting eerie patterns on the stone walls. Junmyeon, having just finished his duties for the day, decided to take a walk to clear his mind. His thoughts were still occupied with the ongoing tensions between Chanyeol and Namra, as well as the looming threat of unrest in the kingdom.

He wandered through the dimly lit corridors of Ironhold, taking a path he rarely used. His steps were muffled by the thick carpets that lined the halls, and the soft glow of wall sconces provided just enough light to navigate by. As he approached a secluded part of the castle, he noticed a faint glow coming from under a door slightly ajar.

Curiosity piqued, Junmyeon moved closer, pressing his ear against the crack of the door. Through the narrow opening, he could hear the low murmur of voices. The room on the other side seemed to be a private chamber, often used for discreet meetings. Junmyeon’s instincts told him that something significant was happening behind that door.

Carefully, he inched the door open just enough to peer inside. What he saw made his pulse quicken.

One of the councilors, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, was speaking in hushed tones.

“We can’t let this opportunity slip away. With the unrest in Dawnspire and the focus on Moonreach, this is the perfect time to act.”

A second councilor, a woman with sharp features and calculating eyes, nodded in agreement. “The kingdom is divided. Chanyeol’s obsession with Moonreach has left other regions vulnerable. If we make our move now, we could strengthen our position significantly.”

Junmyeon’s eyes narrowed as he listened intently.

“We need to leverage this,” the burly councilor continued. “If we can undermine Chanyeol’s support in the northern regions, we can weaken his hold on the throne. Our allies in the northern territories are already feeling the strain. We just need to push them further.”

“The resources being diverted to Moonreach could have been used elsewhere, possibly in ways that would benefit us. We can’t let him consolidate his power too easily,” the first voice continued.

"The restoration plans should not be overlooked as well. See to it that what can be done to weaken the loyal alliances of the conqueror should remain that way."

"Agreed. The northerners have always been the easiest people to deal with especially now that we have the Lady of Moonreach at the palm of our hand."

Another councilor, a younger man with a nervous demeanor, chimed in. “And what about the reports of Chanyeol’s increased consultations with Namra? It seems he’s growing closer to her. Should we be concerned?”

"Definitely, saw each other earlier, the king-conqueror is on his knees for the beauty of that whore."

The woman with the calculating eyes leaned in. “Good. We’ll use that to our advantage. If Chanyeol’s focus is divided between Namra and the kingdom’s issues, he’ll be more susceptible to our plans. We need to keep an eye on their interactions and find a way to exploit any weaknesses.”

Junmyeon’s mind raced as he absorbed the conversation. The loyalists were not only scheming to strengthen their position but also to exploit the growing tension between Chanyeol and Namra. Their plan was more dangerous than he had anticipated, involving manipulation and strategic moves to destabilize Chanyeol’s rule.

Realizing the gravity of what he had overheard, Junmyeon quietly withdrew from the door, careful not to make any noise. He needed to report this information to Chanyeol immediately, but he also knew that he had to tread carefully. Revealing that he had been eavesdropping could raise suspicions and complicate matters further.

The evening’s revelations only deepened the intrigue and danger surrounding the kingdom, and Junmyeon knew that the coming days would be crucial in determining the fate of Iris.

He knew what must be done.

Namra's POV

As the night continue to grow, I walked beside Asia through the dimly lit corridors of Ironhold. The weight of the day’s events lingered, casting a shadow over our conversation. Chanyeol’s reactions, the looming issues with Moonreach—everything seemed to be tangled in an intricate web.

After hearing of what had happened between Chanyeol and I, Asia whispered my name.

“Namra,” Asia said quietly, her voice breaking the silence. Her tone was serious, and I could sense the weight behind her words. “We need to talk.”

I looked at her, noting the concern etched on her face. “What is it?”

Asia hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I’ve noticed how close you’ve become with Chanyeol. I just want to remind you of something important.”

I frowned, my curiosity piqued. “What about Chanyeol?”

Asia’s expression was a mix of worry and resolve. “You need to be careful. I understand that there are feelings involved, but you have to remember why we’re here. It’s easy for emotions to complicate things, and I wouldn’t want that to jeopardize what we’re working towards.”

I took a deep breath, trying to understand her perspective. “I’m trying to keep my emotions in check. It’s just that… sometimes it’s hard to separate everything.”

Asia’s gaze softened. “I know it’s not easy. But our focus needs to remain clear. We can’t let personal entanglements distract us from our goals.”

Before I could respond, Asia signaled that we had reached our destination. “Junmyeon is expecting us. He wants to meet us in the observatory tower.”

The observatory tower was a secluded place in Ironhold, offering a panoramic view of the city. It felt like an appropriate setting for a private conversation.

As we entered the tower, Junmyeon was already there, standing by the large window that framed the night sky. The room was dimly lit, the glow of lanterns casting soft shadows across the stone walls.

“Namra, Asia,” Junmyeon greeted us with a nod. “Thank you for coming.”

I nodded back, exchanging a glance with Asia before we moved closer to Junmyeon. His demeanor was serious, and I could sense that he had important information to share.

“Before we begin,” Junmyeon said, his voice low, “I need to bring something to your attention. There are troubling rumors circulating among certain factions within the council. It seems that some members are plotting against Chanyeol.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Plotting against Chanyeol? What do you mean?”

Junmyeon’s expression darkened. “I’ve overheard discussions suggesting that there are plans to undermine his authority. The details are vague, but there are hints of a scheme to discredit him and destabilize his rule.”

Asia’s eyes widened slightly. “And who’s behind this?”

Junmyeon shook his head. “I don’t have a clear answer yet. It could be individuals who are dissatisfied with the current leadership or who have their own agendas. What’s certain is that Chanyeol is at risk.”

I exchanged a worried glance with Asia. This revelation was unsettling, and it only heightened the complexity of our situation. “What should we do?”

Junmyeon’s gaze was firm. “For now, we need to be vigilant. I’m working on gathering more information, but I wanted you both to be aware of the potential threat. Keep your eyes and ears open.”

As Junmyeon spoke, the cool night air from the observatory window seemed to chill my bones. The stakes were higher than I had imagined, and the sense of urgency was palpable.

When the meeting concluded, Asia and I left the observatory, the weight of Junmyeon’s words hanging heavily in the air. The cool night breeze did little to ease the tension. I could sense the danger that loomed over us, a shadow of uncertainty that added to the already complicated situation.

Asia’s earlier warning about maintaining focus seemed even more relevant now. As we walked back to our quarters, the city of Stonehearth spread out below us, its lights twinkling in the distance. The path ahead was fraught with challenges, and the potential threat against Chanyeol only added to the precarious balance we needed to maintain.

"I need to leave for Silverhaven immediately," Asia announced as we found the comfort of our bedchambers.

I took a deep breath, "Why, I need you here at this time and hour."

"As Lady of Silverhaven, I must ensure that my domain remains loyal and secure. We can't afford any surprises."

I felt a pang of anxiety. "Be careful. We don't know who might be involved in this plot."

Asia flashed me a reassuring smile. "I'll take every precaution. And remember, stay vigilant."

With that, Asia prepared to leave, her departure adding another layer of urgency to the situation. As she gathered her things, I felt a lingering growing sense of unease.

The morning sun spilled its warm light over Ironhold, casting a gentle glow on the bustling city below. The air was filled with the soft murmur of early activity, a stark contrast to the tension that had characterized the past few days. As I stood at the gates of Ironhold, I felt a pang of sadness mixed with resolve. Today was the day Asia would leave for Eldoria, and I was determined to make sure she departed with all the support she needed.

Asia approached, her travel attire neatly pressed and her expression a mix of determination and nostalgia. She carried herself with the grace of someone who was both a noble and a warrior, her presence commanding respect and affection. Her dark hair, tied back into a practical braid, framed her face, highlighting the seriousness of the mission ahead.

"Namra," she said softly, embracing me in a tight hug. "This is a crucial time for us. I’ll gather as much intel as possible and rally our forces. We can’t afford to endanger Moonreach—it’s too important." Her voice was steady, but I could sense the weight of the task she was about to undertake.

I nodded, holding her close for a moment longer before stepping back. "I know you will," I said, trying to inject confidence into my voice despite the heaviness in my heart. "Your presence in Eldoria is vital. Lord Roderick and Lady Eveline will need your support, and I trust you’ll convince them of the urgency. Moonreach has been our home for the past five years, and it’s a part of us. We must ensure its safety."

Asia’s gaze softened as she looked at me, her eyes reflecting both affection and a shared sense of purpose. "I still remember the look on his face when he adopted us," she said with a wistful smile. "Lord Greenwell took us in when we were just lost souls, and he gave us a place to call home. We owe it to him—and to ourselves—to protect it."

The memory of Lord Greenwell’s kind eyes and the warmth of his embrace flashed in my mind. He had been a beacon of hope in our lives, offering us sanctuary and a new beginning. It was this very memory that fueled our determination to see Moonreach restored and safeguarded.

"We do," I agreed, my voice trembling slightly with emotion. "And we will. The future of Moonreach depends on us. We must ensure that the restoration is not just a physical rebuilding but also a symbol of hope for the kingdom."

As the carriage prepared for departure, Asia adjusted her cloak and gathered her belongings. Her resolve was evident in the set of her shoulders and the determined sparkle in her eyes.

"I’ll be in touch," she promised, giving me a reassuring nod. "Stay vigilant, and don’t let your guard down. The situation is delicate, and we can’t afford any missteps. Oh, and Namra, we keep our blades sharp."

With one last embrace and a final exchange of determined glances, Asia climbed into the carriage. The vehicle, drawn by sturdy horses, began to roll out of Ironhold, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. I watched it disappear down the road, feeling a mixture of pride and apprehension.

As the carriage vanished from view, I turned back towards Ironhold, steeling myself for the challenges ahead. Asia’s departure was a crucial step in our strategy, but it also marked the beginning of a new chapter in our fight to secure Moonreach and restore our home to its former glory.

Moonreach has been our home. It always has been. My thoughts drifted back to the moments right after my father’s death. I vividly remembered being taken by Ser Gareth to my sister for safety. Ser Gareth, now serving diligently as a Queensguard in Eldoria, had always been a pillar of strength. His commitment to his duty was unwavering, and I knew he continued to do his utmost best, improving with each day.

Despite the reassuring memories of Ser Gareth’s dedication, my mind kept circling back to that fateful evening months ago. The image of smoke swirling in the air, the roaring flames consuming everything in sight, and the blurred exit as I desperately sought escape were vivid and haunting. The destruction of Moonreach was a tragedy I could never fully erase from my mind.

“In the moon’s shadow, we stand strong.” Our house motto echoed in my thoughts, a constant reminder of our resilience. It was a mantra that had guided me through the darkest times. Standing strong wasn’t just about physical fortitude—it was about inner resolve and the determination to rebuild what had been lost.

The decision to return to Moonreach was not made lightly. It was a choice that required days of contemplation, a recognition of the urgent need to restore what was rightfully ours. As I packed my belongings, preparing for the journey back to Skybound, I felt a mixture of resolve and apprehension. Moonreach needed me, and it was my duty to ensure its revival.

Returning to Skybound would also provide me with the opportunity to set clear boundaries with Chanyeol. Our recent interactions had been fraught with tension, and I needed to establish a more defined separation between our personal and professional relationships. The complexity of our situation required a clear focus on the task at hand, without the added confusion of personal emotions.

As the carriage that would take Asia to Eldoria disappeared into the distance, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenges ahead. Moonreach awaited, and the path to its restoration was fraught with obstacles. But with the motto of my house guiding me, I was determined to face whatever lay ahead and honor the legacy of those who had come before me.

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allwideyed · 2 years ago

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meu pecado? te amar - não disponível, feito para o @sekaibox

me credite caso se inspire.

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wolveswithblackpearls · 1 year ago

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Angel!Au - Sehun as your guardian angel

“W-what are you?”

“I’m an angel,” he said flatly.

“Those aren’t real,” was your immediate reply. At this point, it was fairly obvious that the mythical creatures did, in fact, exist.

“I am real,” Sehun argued. “I’m… your guardian angel.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“You’re not supposed to know”

And the Angel!AU continues… *~*

based on Where the Raindrops Fall by @marshmallow-phd

~ Admin S

Original date of publishing: June 7th, 2019

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xmaeve · 2 years ago

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➸ Run away with me.

#exo #exo edit #oh sehun #park chanyeol #capa de fic #capa romantica #capa de social spirit #capa de kpop #capa clean #design simples

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yesterzhang · 1 year ago

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CAPA REFEITA.

#capas de fic #capas para fanfic #capas para spirit #capa simples #byun baekhyun #oh sehun #sebaek #capa dark #dark aesthetic #dark academia #exo #exo fanfic #reader fanfiction #spirit fanfics

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ladycalidi · 2 years ago

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♡ mr.sweet | feito por @icecreambaek ou @calidi | os pedidos de capa estão abertos! você pode solicitar sua capa aqui.

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exouniverse · 11 months ago

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Seasons - Moodboard • Sehun x gn!reader

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amazegallery · 2 years ago

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Blood on the dance floor

» Capa feita para o projeto @sekaibox

•· 。Não use sem permissão e caso se inspire dê os créditos

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yeololol-t · 2 years ago

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Rent a girlfriend (Park ChanyeolxFemaleMC)

Ik 3rd pov is not popular on tumblr but I wasn't originally planning to post this it was just a warm up but decided to post it anyway so enjoy the unedited chaos!

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In which Heejin works as a gf for hiring while seeing Chanyeol at the same time...

Part 1/2

“Not only did she lie about her age and nationality, but she also kept using the dumbest nicknames on me? Do I look like a little pumpkin cupcake to you?! I don’t even want to know what the inspiration for that one was.” Sehun scoffs, “And I have to sit through the entire thing, pretending to enjoy it?!”

“You’ll get used to it.” She holds back a giggle for her angry friend’s sake. “Plus, you get paid for it so..”

“Yeah, well, you made everything sound a lot more fun and a lot easier.” The tall college student crosses his arms in distaste, weighed down by the underwhelming job he’d willingly applied to at the suggestion of his close friend, Heejin.

“It’s only your first day, Sehunnie. Some clients are fun; others are your worst nightmare, and if you think being given pet names is bad, you might as well quit now, cuz it only gets worse from here.” Heejin’s eyes remained glued to the screen.

Sehun huffs in frustration, “This is worse than prostitution.”

Heejin shrugs, “This is clean prostitution.”

He purses his lips in defeat. “What are you doing anyway?” He shifts closer to her desk, taking a peak at her computer.

“Doing my job, unlike you.”

“I just got back, for god’s sake!” He runs his hand through his dark hair.

“Yeah, well, you better get to replying to clients before duck face catches you slacking.” Heejin types away on her computer.

Sehun chuckles at the image of his boss with a duck beak, though it wasn’t that much of a reach with her poorly done lip fillers. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it.”

She pauses to finally look at her younger friend. “Fighting, Pumpkin cupcake oppa!” She holds up a fist to match her exaggerated determined expression.

Sehun crumples a random piece of paper and throws it at her, but she could tell he was holding back a laugh.

“Ah! Finally!” After hours of semi-nonstop work, Heejin was more than ready to go home. She stretches in her seat and glances at her coworker and friend to check on his progress.

“Gimme one more minute then we can head back home together.” He says while yawning.

“Take your time…ish.” She leaves her seat and circles the empty office seats. Their coworkers were almost all gone, except for the ones in higher demand. Heejin had already predicted the popularity Sehun would gain; after all, he had the looks of an idol. She just wondered if he’d be able to hold back his sarcasm and sass for the dates, but he seems to be doing well.

“And done!” Sehun violently clicks a button on his keyboard before shooting out of his seat. “lessgoo!” He cheers.

They say their goodbyes to their coworkers and leave the building.

“So,” Sehun nudges her, his expression already telling her what his next sentence will be, “how’s it going with yeollie?”

Her face heats up at the reminder that Sehun had overheard her earlier phone call with her hopefully-soon-to-be-boyfriend. “Shut up.” She mumbles.

Sehun cackles loudly, earning a light shove from his much smaller friend.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop…for now.” He raises his hands, signaling a temporary truce. “Really, though, how’s it going with him?”

Somehow, her heart flutters just at the thought of Chanyeol, and so she avoids Sehun’s gaze to avoid further teasing. He knew her well enough to be able to tell she was flustered by just looking at her, so she was thankful their walk to the station made it slightly more difficult for him to notice her face.

“Well, he’s just…a dream come true, to be honest.” She smiles to herself, feeling the warmth spread from her chest to the rest of her body.

Sehun makes a gagging noise, “Can’t believe you’re getting like this over a man.”

Another shove.

“As cliché as it sounds, this one is different.”

“Uh-huh.” Sehun remains unimpressed.

Heejin couldn’t blame him though; it wasn’t the first time he’d witnessed her fall head over heels for someone only to later discover how much of a dick they actually were. Yet she had faith in her Yeol.

“Does he know about, you know, your job and all?” Sehun gets serious.

That’s exactly what she didn’t wanna talk about.

“No…” Heejin replies honestly.

“You know you’ll have to tell him sooner or later, right?”

She hated that he was right.

“I know, and he’ll understand.” She poured all her hope in that second part.

“I don’t think anyone would be okay with their partner going on dates as a job.”

“Guess I’ll have to find a different job then.” She sighs, “But the pay here is just too good…”

“True.” He agrees, “Well, no use worrying about it now, I suppose. We’ll think about it when y’all make it official.”

Heejin smiles at the idea of Chanyeol asking her to be his girlfriend. God, she’s whipped.

After taking the subway, Sehun and Heejin were left in front of their usual dinner place- the convenience store.

“Are you hungry?” Heejin asks.

“You already know I am.”

“Let’s go then.” She cheerfully links arms with him and drags him to the store.

It was almost a tradition for them to go have ramen at the convenience store after work, at this point, and if they didn’t do that, they’d have dinner together at one of their apartments. And by ‘dinner’, they mean more ramen.

“Yeol?” Heejin yelps in surprise.

“Heejin?” Chanyeol laughs sheepishly. He was dressed in a suit, indicating he’d come here right after work, and was holding a bag full of all different kinds of snacks. “I wanted to surprise you, but I got overwhelmed with too much work, so I’m a little late.”

“Oh, no, you’re not. Heejin was about to buy some snacks and go home, so you’re right on time, actually.” Sehun lightly pushes Heejin towards her little crush as she calls him- though the man was anything but little.

“Oh?” Chanyeol’s face lights up, “Is that so?” he waits for Heejin’s confirmation.

She looks back and forth between Sehun and Chanyeol hesitantly.

Her friend nods encouragingly, so she brings her gaze back to Chanyeol, “Uh, yeah, it’s true.”

“Great! We can go home and eat what I got you then!” He beams.

Her hearts swells, “Of course!”

“Well, you two get going, I’ll buy some stuff and go home.” Sehun excuses himself and walks further back into the store. Heejin couldn’t tell if he actually needed to buy something or if he just wanted to leave her and her date alone, but either way, she grabs Chanyeol’s free hand and walks out the store.

Swinging their hands back and forth, they walk to Heejin’s building- which also happens to be the same building Sehun lives in. He’s her next door neighbor, and that’s essentially how their friendship came to be. Well, they did get off to a rough start, but that’s a story for another day.

“You spend a lot of time with that friend, Sehun’s his name, right?” Chanyeol breaks the silence, as if reading her thoughts about Sehun.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you could say so.” She wonders what brought that up.

“Ah, I’m jealous. Wish I could spend as much time with Heejin-ah.” He smiles down at her, his dimples peeking through.

Heejin squeezes his hand in hers and smiles shyly, keeping her eyes on the ground. “Me too…I wish I could spend more time with you.”

They finally arrive at her apartment’s door, and she starts fishing for her keys in her bag.

While he waits, Chanyeol begins planting soft kisses on her cheek.

“Yeol…someone’s gonna see…” Even though they were just cheek kisses, any form of pda seems to set Heejin’s cheeks ablaze.

“Guess you have to find the keys faster then.” He teases, his arms wrapping tighter around her waist.

She chuckles despite how hot her face felt. “You’re so mean.” She fake whines.

Before he could respond, however, she’d already found the keys. “Found em!” She grins at the taller man before turning to unlock the door.

Chanyeol follows her inside and shuts the door behind them.

She flicks on an unnecessary amount of lights as she walks into the kitchen, to which Chanyeol protests as per usual, “Your electricity bill is gonna be way more than you can pay.” He flicks off a few light switches.

“Are you calling me poor?”

“Huh?” Chanyeol stares at her, dumbfounded.

Heejin laughs at his expression. “I’m just kidding, Yeol. Here let me help.” She attempts to grab the bag he’s been carrying.

“Nope. I wanna spoil you.” He places the plastic bag on the counter before turning around and carrying Heejin to also place her on the counter. “You just get to watch me, baby, okay?” He presses a kiss to her lips.

“Whatever you say then.” She shrugs, accepting the princess treatment.

Chanyeol takes off his jacket and folds his shirt’s sleeves to reveal his forearm. Heejin tries not to drool.

He then grabs two packs of her favourite ramen and turns towards the stove, “Wait, where do you-”

“Here you go.” She hands him a large pan from a nearby cupboard.

“Thanks.” He chuckles.

“How was work?” Heejin calls out while Chanyeol works on their dinner, his back turned to her.

“Alright, nothing worth mentioning really. What about you?” He glances at her.

She remains silent, her conversation with Sehun popping up in her mind.

“Heejin-ah?”

“Oh, um, yeah, same, nothing worth mentioning.”except of course, you know, the job itself.

Heejin remains quiet after that, silently drowning in guilt.

Chanyeol is the perfect man, but she just has to be sure first before she drops her job for a man.

She tried to shake off the urge to just tell him right now, directing her focus on anything else- like how gorgeous Chanyeol looks as he grabs the two bowls and places them at the table. His arms were threatening to rip through his sleeves. God, this man is beautiful.

She hops off the counter and sits on the chair opposite to where Chanyeol was standing.

She immediately notices how cheesy and creamy he made the ramen- exactly how she likes. She moans in delight after taking the noodles into her mouth, “Chanyeol, these are so good!”

His ears turn a bright shade of pink, “Oh, it’s nothing, really. Glad you like them.”

The almost-a-couple-but-not-quite eat in silence for a few moments before Chanyeol interjects excitedly, “Oh! How could I forget? My friend invited both of us to go out with him and his new girlfriend; kind of like a double date I guess. So, are you free on Thursday night?”

Heejin smiles sadly, “Sorry, Yeollie, I have to work until late this Thursday…”

He pouts slightly, making it hard for Heejin not to go kiss him and tell him she’ll be there. “Oh, well, it’s okay, I suppose we can set up another double date.” He nods as if agreeing with his own suggestion.

After finishing their bowls, Chanyeol grabs the rest of the snacks and leads them to Heejin’s living room, “What do you wanna watch?”

Heejin shrugs.

“Helpful as usual.” He chuckles, earning a light punch to the arm.

Chanyeol sets up some romcom Heejin had never heard of but was happy to watch.

He sits on the couch and holds an arm out, waiting for her to settle in his arms, which she does.

At some point during the movie, Heejin falls asleep, and Chanyeol takes that as his sign to leave, but only after leaving a few- okay, more than a few- kisses all over her face.

“I have to go now or I’ll be late.” Heejin announces as she grabs her bag off her desk.

“Have fun and don’t get murdered!” Sehun calls out from his desk.

“I’ll try.”

“If you don’t make it, can I have your PS?”

Heejin eyes him but doesn’t respond.

She rushes out the building, her heels clicking loudly.

“Kim Heejin?” A voice calls out, interrupting her march to the station.

The source of the voice looked familiar, “Uh, is this Lee Hyunwoo?”

“Yes, I had extra time, so I figured I could come pick you up to make things easier for you.” He smiles.

“Oh.” Her eyebrows furrow, “That’s kind of you.” She forces her face to display appreciation.

The drive to the restaurant wasn’t anything outside the usual, just some small talk to fill the silence.

“My friend will be joining us today; I hope you don’t mind.” Hyunwoo says once they reach their table.

It wasn’t strange at all; a lot of clients brought her to friend hang outs and the like, so Heejin smiles, “It’s okay.”

“So, until my friend shows up, would you like to take a look at the menu?” He slides the menu towards Heejin, as if she didn’t really have the option to decline, not that she wanted to but still.

Heejin scans the menu; she’d wanted to go on a diet, so she considered just settling for a salad, but when you’re at a fancy restaurant and someone else is paying, it’s extremely tempting to go all out. Plus, this wasn’t gonna last forever anyway; in fact, she probably needs to quit as soon as possible. So for now, maybe she needs to take advantage of this man.

Absorbed in her thoughts, Heejin doesn’t notice the man approaching their table.

“Chanyeol!” Hyunwoo greets.

Heejin freezes. No. No, it’s fine. It’s just a stranger with the same name. It can’t be.

She slowly lifts her head to look at said stranger. Her eyes meet Chanyeol’s. Her Chanyeol.

“Heejin?”

#exo #exo k #sehun #chanyeol #exo chanyeol #exo sehun #oh sehun #park chanyeol #exo fic #exo fiction #chanyeol fic #park chanyeol fic

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the lady of moonreach

FOURTH CHAPTER, The Battle for Moonreach

chapter summary: Namra slowly unveils the truth of Chanyeol's family and what brought him back to Iris, but when that seems to be the real problem, more problems soon arise on her doorstep while grappling her feelings for Chanyeol, now engaged to somebody else.

a/n: everything is piecing up together waaa

It was as if everything was staged to happen.

AS WE SAT AROUND THE WOODEN TABLE IN ONE OF THE CHAMBERS, the night continued to cripple, the room illuminated by the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The weight of the conversation ahead seemed to press down on us, filling the room with a heavy silence.

I broke the silence first, my voice low but steady. "What else must we know of the assassination?" then leaned forward, eyes fixed on Baekhyun. “Tell me everything. I need to know the truth if we’re to move forward.”

Baekhyun replied, "The history of Iris has been marred by deception and betrayal, much of it hidden from the public eye.”

Junmyeon nodded, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a grave expression. “It all began with the assassination of the royal family. The official story was that a faction within Iris, loyal to an ancient prophecy, was responsible. But there are doubts about this narrative.”

Ancient prophecy?

He then added, "There were many stories concerning what happened that night in Ironhold. It was pointing to the loyalists of the usurper, and some who were against Chanyeol said that he himself killed them."

"That's where they are wrong, Chanyeol could not possibly have killed his very own family." I interrupted which made Junmyeon glance back right at me.

Baekhyun continued, “I don’t believe the loyalists were behind the assassination. They had their grievances, but killing the entire royal family doesn’t fit their pattern. There are other forces at play, ones we have yet to uncover.”

Namra’s heart pounded as she absorbed this revelation. “And Chanyeol? How did he survive?”

Junmyeon glanced at Baekhyun, who took a deep breath before answering. “Chanyeol was saved by my father. He foresaw the danger and acted swiftly. He took Chanyeol across the Aegina Sea to Polymos, where he owns a piece of land. There, Chanyeol lived in hiding until the time was right for his return.”

Namra’s mind raced with the implications of this information. “So, Chanyeol’s return was not just about reclaiming the throne. It was about confronting the very forces that sought to destroy Iris.”

Baekhyun nodded. “Exactly. And now, those same forces are regrouping, seeking to finish what they started. That’s why we need to be vigilant. The threat is far from over.”

A knock on the door interrupted their discussion. A messenger entered, his face pale and eyes wide with fear. He handed a sealed letter to Namra, who broke the wax seal and read the message silently.

Lady Namra,

The shadows of the north remember. The loyalists of the usurper king's return will bring only bloodshed and ruin to Moonreach. You have been warned. Leave now, or face the wrath of those loyal to the true crown.

For Iris.

This can't possibly be, they have their own wars, and that's not exactly what they have in mind, but it's not impossible. The ones she used to study in the library back in the orphanage, the memories prior to her adoption soon aligned. What do they exactly mean that everything they are doing is dedicated for Iris?

My hands trembled as I looked up at Baekhyun and Junmyeon. “The loyalists in the north have sent a threat. They’re closer than we thought.”

"We made sure to plan our arrival in Moonreach is discreet, the rest of Skybound had no idea at all. We planned meticulously for this, Junmyeon." I looked at him we an authoritative gaze. I tried to calm myself down because I know they want me to feel threatened.

"They are keen on keeping us distracted. I'll send word as soon as possible to Chanyeol." Junmyeon stood up from his seat as he prepared to send another scroll back to Stonehearth.

My jaw tightened. “Then we must act quickly. We need to prepare for whatever they’re planning.”

Baekhyun placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “We’ll face this together. Do I have your reinforcements prepared for battle?" I inquired. "Of course, my lady. The Verdentian soldiers are ready to rally to your cause."

"We don't only need your army. We also need the rest of the noble houses."

At the long table in the grand hall of Moonreach, the room filled with an uneasy energy. I took a deep breath, gaze sweeping across the assembly of nobles who had answered her call.

One by one, the other noble representatives entered the hall. House Blackthorne's representative, a burly man with a grizzled beard, took his place with a thud, his posture exuding strength. House Windrider’s representative, a slender woman with an air of calm authority, glided to her seat, her eyes reflecting the skies they controlled.

Namra nodded to each in turn as they took their seats. She could feel the weight of their support, yet also the immense responsibility resting on her shoulders. She stepped forward to address the assembled nobles.

"Welcome, esteemed allies," Namra began, her voice echoing through the hall. "We stand on the brink of a pivotal moment. The forces arrayed against us are formidable, but with your support, we have a chance to restore Moonreach and reclaim our land."

The room fell silent, every noble listening intently. Namra continued, "Our intelligence suggests that the loyalists’ remaining forces will attempt a decisive strike. We need to be prepared to counter this. I ask each of you to share your insights and resources, so we can plan our strategy together."

Baekhyun was the first to speak. "Our scouts have reported that the loyalists are gathering reinforcements from the northern territories. Some of which were from Frostpeak, as Icehaven has long been abandoned. The House Frostbourne ceased to exist after the invasion."

Junmyeon added, "Which would make sense that the northern loyalists are looking for refuge in Icehaven. We must fortify our defenses and strike swiftly to prevent them from joining forces."

Kai Blackthrone nodded in agreement. "I’ve analyzed their movements. They will likely attempt a siege, so our strategy should focus on defending key positions and launching counterattacks to disrupt their supply lines."

Lady Karina Windrider, the representative of House Windrider added, "Our house can provide additional troops and logistical support. But we need to address the issue of coordination between our forces to avoid confusion during the battle."

The discussion continued, with each noble house contributing their expertise and resources. Namra listened carefully, taking note of their suggestions and formulating a plan that would utilize their combined strengths.

"The first of the 2,000 men in my army will face them head-on in the River of the Undying," Baekhyun using the tip of his pointer to show the location, the river that separates the lands of Frostpeak and Skybound.

"Then, the rest of Blackthorne's men will be positioned here, most likely those fuckers are going to surround the castle that is beyond repair. The walls of Moonreach will lose its part of defending the people inside."

As the meeting progressed, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Despite the challenges ahead, the unity and determination of these noble houses were a testament to the cause they shared.

When the discussion drew to a close, Namra stood, a sense of resolve in her eyes. "Thank you all for your invaluable support. We face a great challenge, but together, we will prevail. Let us prepare for the battle that lies ahead."

The nobles nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting both the gravity of the situation and their unwavering commitment to the cause. I felt a renewed sense of purpose as she watched them depart, readying themselves for the trials to come.

"Make sure to return to Stonehearth before the battle. We can't compromise your safety here in Moonreach."

Junmyeon and I, once again, discussing things like how we used to do, and sometimes we think that is how we make most of our time and that we'd rather use it wisely. "Where will you be then?" He questioned.

"I'll be here defending my father's legacy that he entrusted me with." I replied cooly.

Then Junmyeon then decided to shift his focus on a different subject, far from which I expected it to be, "When Chanyeol sets his mind on something, it's final." He said.

I was trying to process on what he implied by that, and how it is of any significance in the matter, but I felt a pang of pain struck my chest, being reminded of his engagement. "Lady Irene will be so embarrassed if Chanyeol breaks off his engagement. We can't allow her any of that." I said, my voice faltering.

"But you were thinking it." Junmyeon interjected.

"You said it yourself, when he makes a decision that means it's final." I retorted and decided to return back to my chambers and gain some rest, the whole planning exhausted me yet so much.

As I entered the room, I stood at the edge of the balcony overlooking Moonreach, the evening sky painted with hues of twilight and the first stars beginning to twinkle. The cold breeze from the northern winds swept across my face, but barely felt it as my mind was preoccupied with tumultuous thoughts. I stared out at the expansive landscape, thoughts drifting back to the earlier meeting with the representatives of the noble houses.

Yet however, my mind kept drifting to him. The one that I shouldn't be concerning myself about. Him and his stupid engagement to some lady in Dawnspire.

I still remember the warmth in Chanyeol’s eyes the day we met, how they reflected his arrogant demeanor, but how his radiance calmed me down the moment he conversed with me, and that night before my departure, his pleas, the hitched breaths, the touch that burned my skin and remained imprinted on where he left them for days end.

The kiss that he placed on my lips so desperately, the tight grasp that he rested on my body, telling me to never leave by his side, and now his concern was really true.

But now, with the announcement of his engagement, everything felt uncertain. The image of Lady Ambers—elegant and poised, yet distant—had been etched in my mind. I couldn't help but compare myself to her. Lady Ambers seemed to embody everything that Chanyeol might desire in a queen: grace, power, and influence. Meanwhile, I was torn between my duty and my own feelings.

The timing didn't allow us, and yet it is something that I must still accept. She will be the queen, and I have to present myself to her, and not meeting them both would be inevitable.

With a deep breath, I made my way back inside, determined to keep focus on the imminent battle and the path ahead, even if my heart wrestled with the complex emotions tied to Chanyeol and the future of Iris.

I found myself at the heart of the courtyard, the beyond fixed courtyard. The banners of the noble houses hanging limp and the sky overcast. The air was heavy with tension, and a somber silence pervaded the scene.

The courtyard was filled with soldiers and nobles, their faces etched with concern and weariness. There was a palpable sense of unease as preparations were made, but the usual energy of anticipation was replaced with a somber resignation. I saw Kai from House Blackthorne and Karina from House Windrider, their expressions grim as they conferred with each other and reviewed maps scattered across a table.

Then an image flashed right in front of me, something I never wanted to see, the once-gleaming fields were now littered with debris and the remnants of broken weapons. The sky was dark, and the wind carried the distant sounds of clashing steel and the cries of wounded men as I stood in the towers of Moonreach, concealed for safety, hiding like a fool.

I was not raised to be like this. I felt that I was betraying my ownself.

The battle was fierce and chaotic. The allied forces, despite their best efforts, were struggling against a relentless enemy. The soldiers fought valiantly, but the enemy's numbers seemed overwhelming. In the midst of the battle, I saw the tragic scene unfold. The outer walls, once a symbol of strength, were now crumbling under the assault. Flames began to consume parts of the castle, casting an ominous glow over the battlefield.

Then I felt my heart drop to my stomach, the allied forces began to retreat, I tried to close my eyes as if all the tragedy right in front of me was merely temporary, but then another heartbreaking scene caused me on my knees. The view of Moonreach from a distance, showing the castle burning and the surrounding land scarred by the conflict. The hope of victory seemed distant and uncertain.

I tried to restrain myself to cry, it felt like as if I failed my father, when I find myself back in the courtyard. The once-bustling area was deserted, and the remnants of the battle lay scattered around. The banners of House Greenwell hung tattered and forlorn, and the silence was broken only by the distant cries of mourning.

I sat upright from my laying position, heart pounding and my mind reeling from the vivid, tragic vision. The dream had shown me the harsh reality of the battle to come—the sacrifices and the potential devastation. As I tried to shake off the haunting images, I knew I had to prepare herself and her allies for the challenges ahead. The dream served as a stark reminder of the stakes involved and the need for unwavering resolve in the face of impending tragedy.

Then I heard a knock outside my door, and as soon as I opened it, Junmyeon barged his way inside, "The northern loyalists are fast approaching, they're about to cross the river."

"Call Baekhyun, now!" I demanded as I put on my robe and hastened my way outside my chambers.

As part of the plan, we decided to send for the 2,000 Verdentian soldiers to the river where they'll meet the loyalists together with Baekhyun, to have them be stalled.

They won't cross that fucking river.

The gates of Moonreach soon opened, the noise of the horse that Baekhyun rode and I dashed my way downstairs and see him return from the battlefield. "Apparently, the loyalists counts to 10,000 men."

I sighed in frustration, we only had 5,000 men, and we believed that was enough against the loyalists, and now they have crossed that river. "Some of us were lucky to retreat."

"We only have half of the men, and we barely have enough time to rally the nearby houses to our cause." Junmyeon added.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and replied, "We fight with the men we have." This is how everything ends, all the things that I have worked hard for, dies in the hands of loyalist men. Asia gets to step up and continue the job.

The sun was setting behind the lush gardens of Moonreach, casting a soft, golden light over the vibrant flowers and well-tended paths. Namra, now twenty-one and newly adopted by Lord Greenwell, walked alongside him through the serene landscape. The tranquility of the moment felt like a gentle balm to her weary soul.

Lord Greenwell, a distinguished man in his fifties with a kind, thoughtful expression, led her to a small, secluded alcove where a wooden table was set with tea and delicate pastries. The garden's floral scent mingled with the warm, earthy aroma of the tea.

“I must say, Namra,” Lord Greenwell began, pouring tea into their cups, “this garden has always been my solace. I’ve never had children of my own, but I’ve found great joy in tending this place and watching it flourish.”

Namra took in the beauty around her, the peaceful setting a sharp contrast to her previous life. “It’s stunning here. I never imagined finding such calm.”

Lord Greenwell smiled gently, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of contentment. “It’s a special place. I’m glad to share it with you. You’ve brought a fresh light to Moonreach that it’s been missing for a long time.”

Namra’s heart warmed at his words. “I’m deeply grateful for your kindness, Lord Greenwell. This is a new beginning for me.”

As they sipped their tea, the conversation flowed easily. Lord Greenwell spoke of his love for the garden, his travels, and his hopes for Moonreach’s future. Namra listened, absorbing his wisdom and feeling a growing sense of belonging.

"House Greenwell sticks by its motto, in the moon's shadow, we stand strong. We are strong, Namra."

The moment was serene and intimate, and as they finished their tea, Lord Greenwell took her hand in his, his grip firm yet gentle. “Even if I have not had children of my own, I have considered you part of my family now. We are not strong by nature, but the honor that House Greenwell brings makes us stand strong."

"Stand strong, my daughter."

Namra’s eyes glistened with emotion, but she smiled brightly. “Thank you, Father. I will do my utmost to honor this home and the trust you’ve placed in me.”

As they walked back towards the grand house, the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink. The day had ended on a perfect note, and Namra felt a renewed sense of hope and contentment, a new chapter of her life beginning with this unexpected kindness.

Stand strong, and she is going to stay true to it.

The air was thick with tension as the forces gathered outside Moonreach. The once-majestic castle stood as a symbol of both hope and desperation. Its grand towers and sturdy walls, though scarred, still bore witness to the glory of House Greenwell. However, the impending battle cast a long shadow over the estate.

I stood beside Baekhyun and Karina as we surveyed the battlefield from a high vantage point. The allied forces, a mix of troops from Verdantia, Dawnspire, and Skybound, assembled in a tight formation. The banners of each house fluttered, but their vibrant colors seemed muted by the somber reality of the situation. The sky was overcast, adding a grim atmosphere to the preparations.

Bringing along my horse at the middle as I glanced around at my surroundings, still maintaining some distance. The rest of the 10,000 men waited beyond the field leaving a massive space enough to be the site of bloodshed. The leader of the loyalists, wearing a piece of cloth to mask his identity. "Lady Namra, let's not make the situation complicated and difficult as it is."

"We are here to negotiate." He proposed as he sat comfortably on his steed.

"Negotiate when you had brought 10,000 of your men, the letter you sent right at my doorstep with your threats don't fool me. Say what." I trailed off. "Bring me your finest warrior to me have him removed from his horse and let me see him, and let me be the judge if dying from the wield of his shield will be all worth it."

As a soldier stepped forward, he then walked to me, "Before we start killing each other off, I ought to do some pre-battle routine, just to help me calm down." I said as I held my bow and arrow.

"The fuck you're toying us!" The leader suddenly raised his voice.

"Shh, quiet." I shushed him to stop him, and then enticed the soldier. "You'll be rewarded for being still, as long as you comply to my wishes."

Then I looked at the warrior straight in the eye, "I can even tell you where the rest of the Verdantia soldiers that killed some of your friends are positioned." I proposed. Which made the warrior quirk his brow.

"Why would you do that?" He inquired, remaining composed despite the situation.

"It is because I can." I replied sternly.

"To your right, you can see that forest enveloped with trees, the area is called Moonlight Woods, behind those tall damn trees, are the rest of the Verdantia bastards that killed your friends." I peered my eyes to the right.

The warrior snarled right at me, "You whore, you're lying!"

"Oh I am not, I am the one that planned all of this, remember? I'll even let you run back to your leader so you can tell him everything, about how the Verdantian soldiers are to your right masked by the trees, how the rest of the reinforcements of House Blackthorne are to delay their attacks so that they may surround you, and that is more than half of the plan that we discussed." Then the warrior then attempted to run as fast as he can.

"Run, you fucker." I whispered and then knocked directly at him. A bow roulette makes it exciting.

The first shot almost landed right at his feet. Oops.

He was almost near the army, and then a groan was elicited from the warrior as the bow pierced the back of his head, and the other end escaped from his mouth.

The sun rose when the enemy forces, a formidable coalition led by Kai Blackthorne and reinforced by mercenaries, appeared on the horizon. Their approach was heralded by the ominous sound of war horns and the clattering of armor. The allied forces braced themselves, readying their defenses as the enemy advanced with grim resolve.

I witnessed the wielding swords, just like how I also envisioned this in my dream the other night. The forefront immediately weakened, and right then everything was starting to align, though I refused to believe that it would happen this way. I would not give up my father's legacy to a bunch of rebels.

Brought by the surge of strength that I felt creeped in my veins. The initial clash was intense. Archers from both sides loosed volleys of arrows, and the ground became a chaotic melee of steel and flesh. The battlelines surged and receded, with soldiers fighting fiercely amidst the din of clashing weapons and the cries of the wounded.

Then I knew that I must act on what I believe is right, unlike that night, in my dreams, I was useless and of no use amidst the battlefield. I wielded my sword, as the blood of an assassin coursed through my veins, and fought alongside Baekhyun and Karina, their movements synchronized as we defended a crucial position near the castle gates. The defense was holding for a time, but the enemy's relentless assault began to wear us down. The once-sturdy gates of Moonreach showed signs of strain as battering rams and siege weapons hammered away at us.

As the enemy pressed harder, the defensive lines started to falter. The allied forces were pushed back, our formation breaking under the relentless pressure. Our group, despite their valor, found themselves forced to retreat to more defensible positions within the castle grounds.

We were about to die at the hands of loyalists, my father who dearly loved me, and for that I would also die within the castle that grew on me.

We continued swaying our own swords against the enemies, in desperate measure to slay the opponents doing the same. The yelp of every wounded soldier continued to echo in my mind, Baekhyun, whom have sworn loyalty to our house then being surrounded by the men from the opposing side, and Karina, still fighting for her life as she continued to fight alongside us.

Then I heard a rumble of the ground, the sound continued and grew louder, the tremors increasing in vibration.

The shaking of the ground that can be felt also took the others from their reverie and some still pursued fighting, and stopped when there were an approaching army.

An army carrying their own banner designed with their own house sigil, and what caught me off guard is that there were three banners lined up. The house with the sea as their house sigil. Another one painted in yellow and with the rising sun as their symbol and of course the house with the crown as their symbol.

House Actaeon. Chanyeol's house accompanied by House Silverhades and Ambers.

The increase in the reinforcements had us breathe there for a moment, and as the soldiers from each of the house laid an attack by surrounding the men that weakened the forces.

Chanyeol, at the forefront of the battle, fought with unwavering bravery. He led charges to rally his troops and attempted to stem the tide of the enemy’s advance. His leadership was inspiring, but the enemy's numbers and the ferocity of their assault began to take a toll on his forces.

The castle walls, once a bastion of strength, began to crumble under the siege. Flames erupted as enemy forces breached key points, setting parts of Moonreach ablaze. The sky darkened with smoke, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of burning wood and battle.

All our efforts for the restoration of Moonreach lost its hope, as I watched my own estate surrender to the flames. I looked to my right and saw Asia and of course, Lady Irene Ambers.

As the battle reached its climax, the castle’s defenses were overwhelmed. The enemy forces failed to break in through the final barricades, flooding into the castle grounds as it was stopped by the reinforcements that came along with Chanyeol. Our troops, though brave, were outnumbered and exhausted. The battle became a desperate struggle for survival, we almost struggled to grasp into our last bit of hope, and all worries ceased when the armies of Dawnspire and Silverhaven, and the men of House Actaeon came to our help.

The battle ended with Moonreach being safe under the control of House Greenwell. The surrounding land was scarred by the conflict, and the casualties on both sides were significant. The survivors, weary and grieving, began to tend to the wounded and assess the damage.

As I made my patrol around the castle grounds for inspection, the entirety of Moonreach almost destroyed once again due to the battle, but still it didn't fall into the wrong hands. As I strolled around, far from my sight, I already have beheld a tall figure, though difficult to make out and distinguish, but is walking closer and closer until I was finally able to describe the man before me, and that was none other than the savior himself.

Chanyeol. The king of Iris and the guardian of the walls. The savior of Moonreach.

"You must be enamored with your lady, Your Grace," I commented. He scoffed and stood poorly still.

"You defy me yet again, Lady Greenwell." He replied. Our bodies nearly crashing against each other once more, the act taking me back to the time in that incident in the library back in Ironhold. The heat that radiated each from our bodies still burns my core.

"She came to my aid once I received word." He explained and tried looking at me as a justification of his knightly work done.

"And for that I am grateful, my king." I immediately replied once I tried to step away to give distance from our bodies to prevent it from clashing against each other, however the attempt was futile when suddenly he took hold of my arm and yanked it towards his. "After everything, I still see to it that your safety is secured. Pack your belongings, and see to it that on our journey back to Ironhold, we will be having you brought along as well." He mumbled against my lips, every breath radiating off heat and I sighed.

"I don't want to be a distraction, Your Grace, as you prepare for the Royal wedding. I also belong here in Moonreach, where my people need me, and I'll send my regards to you and the queen-to-be right after the wedding." I refused his offer.

I only have one purpose, and every step I make in this island I am always being reminded of who and what purpose I serve.

Right after that he stubbornly continued following me, "Why must you refuse me so?" he questioned. "Namra." He desperately called my name and I still continued walking away.

"I can't continue living in a lie!" He screamed at me. All his feelings poured out as he still tried to get my attention.

"I hate you so much." He added. I get it, Chanyeol. We have loathed each other since, and yet that didn't stop us from getting off of each other.

"You fucking occupy my thoughts, and I don't want anyone else beside me than you, who you loathe me to the core. I would rather have you among all the women in the world." I scoffed.

"You can have any woman, but you choose to love someone that hates you?" I mocked his feelings.

"Are you that stupid to realize that I love you, and I want to marry you." He mumbled a plea.

I turned back and decided to face him sniffling back my sobs so that I won't appear as if I was also feeling the same thing. "I can never be a queen, Chanyeol."

"That is why the perfect and the endearing Lady Ambers is the woman that is right for you." I convinced him otherwise.

He refused, "No. I broke off the engagement with her." Then I shook my head, "Do it for the kingdom, do it to fortify the kingdom, there are more people ready to take what you have rightfully have." I warned him as he was trying to speak, but continued interjecting my thoughts.

"The loyalists reside within the king's council, you must be vigilant. Junmyeon knows. I'll stay here in Moonreach, and I wish you the best of luck in your life." Then I ran off, never to be found and followed. Just in time for them to leave tomorrow morning for Ironhold.

The world began to blur, shifting from the familiar surroundings of Ironhold to a place I hadn't seen in years. A place that I know all too well.

There, in the center of the grounds, stood a familiar figure. His presence was as commanding as ever, his sharp eyes catching sight of me immediately. He smiled, that same charming smile that had first won her over all those years ago.

"Namra," he called out, his voice carrying a warmth that sent shivers down my spine. "What if I tell you who started the fire?"

"The fire that destroyed your home."

He chuckled evilly, reaching out to take her hand.

Confusion clouded her mind. "What do you mean?"

"You are one step near to the answer, my love." He called. The endearment sent a chill down her body as she feared for her life.

"I have always liked you for being the smartest one out there, and that is why I chose you."

I replied cunningly, "Don't beat around the bush, and tell me now this instant."

He laughed and mocked her mood, "I did it, of course. The loyalist were easy to talk with. That was the only way to make you close to him, and I thought it would speed up the course of events, but I was wrong."

"Then why the fuck won't you just tell me instead?" I screamed.

He continued to laugh, "I still enjoy watching you all go miserable, you used to be so easy around me back in the days, what made you so soft? Moonreach really does have its magic as said in the books."

"That damn prophecy can't go ahead. It would mean an end to us all."

"Moonreach has a rich history from I recall. Something also related to the assassination of the family of your king, the fucker you love all along, and that is enough proof, and you are done."

"Done with what?" I inquired. A question still left hanging in my head, but I knew what to do.

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