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jessikahathaway · 5 years ago

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Into Eternity - Part XI

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Well hello again. I’m sorry, I feel like i’m always leaving you guys. My inbox is always open, feel free to drop a message! I love talking to you guys :) But I’ve been away in the hospital and a bunch of other things have happened. Major change in college (future pharmacist here to help) and college in general takes up a lot of my time. I also work so that doesn’t help my tumblr time... Sad. Anyways, here’s an update on this story, hope you enjoy <3 - Jess

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Words: 3,982

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Action

Warnings: Blood and gore, violence, pining, fluffy stuff too, If I forgot anything please let me know!

The word of the King’s passing had made it throughout the Kingdom of Arcane.

Even to you in the Northern reaches.

Hoseok told you the news, and that the Queen was taking over as interim ruler until Jimin was able to take the throne.

“How is Jimin? Is he alright?” you asked, following Hoseok through the palace like a hungry pup.

“I don’t know Lady Y/N, the word didn’t come from Lord Taehyung’s castle. The village to the East, where we get our supplies from, is where I heard the news. All the guards are in their mourning gear. So I know it isn’t a mere rumor. This King is truly dead,” Hoseok confirmed.

You held your hand to your mouth, gripping your stomach with unease. “I-I... God, Jimin must be heartbroken,” you whispered.

“What does it matter to you? There’s nothing you can do from here, no point in acting concerned for my sake,” he jabbed.

“There’s no acting, Hoseok,” you growled.

The room became tense.

“Please, Lady Y/N, we both know the truth,” Hoseok warned.

“We both have our versions of the truth, Hoseok. You believe yours, and I’ll believe mine. But don’t tamper with my truth,” you said before marching up the stairs into your room.

You wondered if Jimin was doing alright. Remembering back you know that he was more hands on with Jimin during his childhood. Being his father was important to him, although it didn’t come until he was a little older.

His father had taken him out on hunts, and taught him how to use a bow for the first time. All of these are precious memories Jimin had shared with you while drifting to sleep. He’d tell you about how he was a clumsy child, and that he’d managed to slip and shoot an apple out of a tree with his father’s prized bow.

How when he had his first gala his father had drunkenly danced with him because the other princesses were nervous to do so.

Jimin hadn’t known his father a great deal, but he did love him. And the loss of him was no doubt ravaging on his mind, and you weren’t there to comfort him. The thought of him suffering alone during this delicate time filled you with rage.

You wanted to hold him close to your chest as you soothed his cries. Brushing your fingers through his hair you’d kiss each one of his tears from his face. You wouldn’t let one fall, you’d stop them all before they could become real.

He was with his friends, Jungkook and Taehyung. Yoongi was also there, no doubt trying to comfort him in his own... indirect way? However, you knew if one of your parents passed, you’d want Jimin there with you.

Even if they had given you up... They gave you to the man whom you loved, and they raised you to the best of their ability. You didn’t hate them, you don’t think you ever could. But much like Jimin, you didn’t know them well...

The Queen was now taking on the whole burden of the Kingdom by herself... She was only a few years younger than the King, and it would no doubt take its toll on her as well. Jimin needed to become King and fast in order to preserve her health if he could.

You worried for your family whom you couldn’t see. You wished that Jimin could feel you reaching out for him.

“I may not be there, but I love you.”

Your soul ached with the message.

“I miss you,” you whispered into the cold air. You watched as your breath hung around in fog. Perhaps Jimin could hear you... Perhaps if you tried hard enough, wished long enough, he could hear you.

When the fog dissipated before your eyes, all you could think is you prayed Jimin could feel your love. Even from this distance.

---

Jimin found himself sat up at night yet again.

These tiresome evenings truly didn’t help his already sour mood.

Ever since the news of his father’s death reached him, he hadn’t been able to cry. He knows he should. He was sad... wasn’t he?

But, as sickening as it was to him, when Father Jin had approached in such a state his heart had done somersaults in his chest. And when he heard it was because of his father’s death, he had let out a sigh of relief...

Because at least it hadn’t been you.

Jimin felt disgusted with himself.

That was his father! The man who had made him, the man who had loved him as a child and tried his best to raise him and run a Kingdom at the same time... But Jimin couldn’t find it in himself to be terribly distraught.

Of course he felt sadness...

But it was nothing compared to the fear that had gripped his heart when he thought you had died in his arms. When you were stricken with poison and Father Jin had told him you weren’t to make it through the night...

Merely thinking back to the moment had his throat closing out of fear.

But you were fine, and that was what mattered to him at this moment.

His father’s death had given the Kingdom a shock, and now the Forsaken would no doubt be on the prowl for more victims.

The people needed him to take charge right now, and be their Prince. Even though he wasn’t crowned yet, he still had a duty to them as their future King. And he would perform his duties for his people, and for you.

The Southern borders were becoming desperate, and Jimin as well as Jungkook were to ride out in the morning to set up protective boundaries around the villages in that vicinity. They needed the most protection right now, and Jimin wanted to get his hands on a couple of those nasty bastards who had hurt his people... and his wife.

Jimin walked to the window, leaning out over the railing of the balcony. This was one of your favorite spots to come when you were alone. You liked looking down at the flowers and the beauty of the scenery that was before you.

He smiled sadly into the night, wondering how you were doing right now.

He was curious if the news of his father’s passing had reached you as well. No doubt Hoseok would have told you. Jimin just hoped that the brute hadn’t been rude about the delivery.

Jimin felt a soft breeze caress his face, filling his heart with an odd fluttering sensation.

“I miss you ~”

The Prince turned his head radically, looking for the source of that voice.

He knew that tone, the softness it held.

That was your voice.

He would be able to tell in a crowd of a thousand all shouting at him. Because he had committed it to his memory. How breathy it sounded in the morning, and how it was always bright when speaking with the servants or Taehyung and Jungkook. Even Yoongi and Father Jin were able to hear your sweet timbre.

“Y/N?” he asked, looking around.

There was no answer to his shout.

“Love? Can you hear me?” he croaked, biting his lip as tears came fresh to his eyes. “I miss you too,” he whimpered.

Suddenly, a warmth erupted in his chest. It made him gasp, the force of it. He looked down and held onto his calmly beating heart. It felt... it felt like you were there...

As if you had rushed forward to hold him, cradling his plump cheeks in your hands.

This was your love, he knew it to be true.

It had to be, what else could cause this sensation within him but you?

He felt his eyes grow tired, and he carried himself back to bed. He didn’t remember latching the door, but he heard the click ring in his ears. As Jimin laid down, there was a warmth that flooded your side of the bed. Grabbing at your pillows Jimin latched onto this feeling.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity... Jimin could feel you next to him, warming his chilled body with your love.

What Jimin didn’t know is that you felt it too.

His heat enveloping you in the cold air of the Northern Peninsula, keeping out the frost.

For the first time in a long while, the two of you fell asleep. And you slept throughout the night, neither of you having a single fit as you dreamed of each other...

---

It was cold on the horse Jimin realized as him and his group of fighters travelled down the roads that morning.

Jimin had woken to find your warmth was no longer there, but he wasn’t sad as he originally had been. He felt revitalized when he woke, ready to go and fight for you. For his Kingdom.

The trees were barren, a sign of the changing seasons. The conifers still showing needles in their vibrant green way. There was a feeling that hung in the air as Jimin trekked forward with his group. It wasn’t fear, nor was it any kind of anxiety... it was as if the forest knew what was to come, and she was holding her breath.

Jungkook approaches with his steed beside his Prince. He took in the more serene look on his face, as well as the melted tension in his shoulders. Jungkook smiled, hoping this meant his Prince was fairing well.

“You seem to be in a better mood, highness,” he claimed, keeping his eyes forward.

“I slept well last night,” Jimin smiled. Just thinking back to his body laying with your love near him made his heart flutter with hope. Soon, he’d see you again.

“I’m glad you did so, today will be long and difficult,” Jungkook said grim. “I want to prepare you. What we are walking into is a ravaged village that the Forsaken decided to make their own. They tend to fight dirty, do the same. They know nothing of formal tactics, use their frenzied approach to end them.”

“I’ll be efficient in my fighting, Jungkook, don’t worry. I have a Princess to fight for,” Jimin smiled.

“Wish I had one to fight for,” Jungkook grumbled.

“I heard Y/N say that her handmaiden was rather taken with you,” Jimin teased. Jungkook flushed bright pink.

“W-what? Sissel might, uh, well,” Jungkook said, rubbing his neck awkwardly. Jimin laughed good naturedly.

“I see the look of love in your eyes, don’t let it go... Chase her if you must, but don’t let this feeling leave you... it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do,” the older man warned.

“FIRES AHEAD!” a man shouted.

Jimin looked forward and saw smoke billowing into the sky. They reached a break in the forest and the road became much thicker with mud. Red stained the ground and Jimin felt his skin prickle at the realization it was blood.

The blood of the people he couldn’t save in time.

“HOLD!” Jungkook yelled, making the group stop in their tracks. Jungkook jumped from his steed and placed his hand on his sword. Jimin sat back with bated breath, itching for something to happen. This tension was so thick he felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

Yoongi was towards the back, looking at everything with his keen eyesight. There wasn’t movement coming from the back. The village before them was on fire. As if the Forsaken had decided to make a party of their desecration of these people’s home.

A putrid scent filled the air. As if someone had urinated themselves then vomited straight after. Jimin’s stomach clenched at the disgusting smell. The whole group seemed perturbed with the new revelation to them. Some of them held their hands over their faces to keep the stench at bay. Others braved through.

Jungkook looked at the fire and a chill ran down his spine... As he hit the treeline that hit his small team from the prying eyes of their enemy, they all seemed to be in a fit of victory. Dead bodies lay in the field, some torn open as if eaten from the inside out. Others missing limbs and their flesh lay decaying beside them on the abused Earth.

“My God,” Jungkook whispered.

Towards the center of the village square is where the large bonfire was coming from. And inside it were bodies, stuck through on spikes, as if they were pigs for roasting. Some were small, others large. The disgusting creatures responsible hooted and hollered around their feast, proud of their most recent conquest.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” Jimin asked.

“The village has been slaughtered,” Jungkook growled. “And those bastards are having a feast, celebrating their deaths.”

Jimin’s rage flared high. His people had been murdered and now we're being made sport of. Their deaths would be avenged, by his sword he would purify this areas so their souls could rest. Their Prince would ensure that much.

“We must proceed with caution,” Yoongi spoke up from the rear. “I see archers and several foot soldiers beyond the blaze.”

“How many? Can you approximate?”

“I’d say at least half of what we are prepared with. These people didn’t go down without a fight, that much is for sure. Make haste, there appears to be a patrol heading towards us. Once they know we’re here they won’t stop until they’re dead or we are,” Yoongi warned.

“How long until contact?” Jimin asked.

“Ten minutes, maybe less,” Yoongi announced.

“Men, prepare yourselves,” Jimin spoke up. “These creatures take what they can and give nothing back. They will fight you unfairly, they will hit your weak spots and try to exploit you. Don’t let them. They are baser beings, people without love and without honor. You, are not those people. You fight here today with honor, and with the love of your Kingdom at your back. I have my trust placed in you, as your future King I am proud to fight alongside you here today. And I thank each and every one of you for your sacrifice, if it must come to that,” Jimin nodded.

“FOR ARCANE!” one man shouted.

“FOR ARCANE!” The rest echoed.

Jimin smiled at his brave men, and hoped that most would return to their families when all was said and done. He so hated writing those letters, telling someone their father or husband wouldn’t be returning to them. If he didn’t have to write another, it would be too soon.

“INTRUDERS! INTRUDERS!” A shrill, broken tone screeched from the treeline. “INTRUD-GAH!”

Jungkook stared down at the twitching corpse with fury in his eyes. His sword was red with it’s blood, and it would only continue to be stained with that color in the following hours.

“MEN!” Jungkook shouted. “CHARGE!” Jungkook bellowed as he jumped atop his horse and burst forth from the treeline. Jimin followed close after, sword already in his palm.

Arrows whizzed through the air from behind the trees, knocking down several of the foot soldiers heading towards them. Jimin said a silent thank you to Min Yoongi for drilling his men so hard the past few weeks.

Jimin saw the blood dripping down their faces as they attacked. They shoved one another out of the way, wanting each kill to be their own. They had no semblance for teamwork, for companionship. It was all greed to them, all power and desire.

Jungkook rode through the crowd, slicing down several men and women alike. Jimin cringed at the sight, but knew it was necessary. They were all monsters created from Morgana. The one whom was holding his wife’s life in the palm of her hand... And playing with it.

Jimin found that his sword weighed almost nothing when he thought of you. Did he just kill twenty? Or was it thirty? Did it matter? All of them were meaningless in his eyes. You were of the utmost importance to him.

Suddenly, he noticed one of his men’s horse go down to his left. The large animal collapsed, no doubt slashed in the leg by a Forsaken. They fought cheap, and it showed. Yanking his reins to the side, Jimin took off towards his fellow man. He was still fighting bravely, punching and stabbing at his enemies.

“Yeonsang!” Jimin yelled, coming in and reaching his hand out for his soldier.

“Highness!” he cried back, taking his arm and jumping on behind him.

“Hold on, I’m taking you back to Yoongi. You can’t be out here without a horse,” Jimin warned.

“But Highness! I can’t still help!” he argued.

“Yeonsang, your sister needs you home. Don’t be a fool and die here,” he advised.

The younger man was silent behind him, cutting down a few Forsaken that had tried to latch onto his Prince. “I will always do as you command Highness,” Yeonsang declared.

Jimin smiled yelling for his horse to move faster. The slick field was proving difficult for her, but she pushed through. Tough as nails this horse.

Breaking through the twigs, Jimin found Yoongi barking orders at his men. “Yoongi!” Jimin shouted. The Head Archer looked back to see his Prince with a fellow soldier at his back.

“Majesty, did something happen to him?” Yoongi asked.

“No, his steed is down. Take him, keep him here with you. Give the boy a bow and have him shoot from the treeline. If anyone gets too close, Yeonsang, shoot them,” Jimin said, looking over his shoulder at his comrade.

“Absolutely, Highness. At your command,” Yeonsang agreed. Yoongi trotted over, pulling the younger male to his side.

“Highness, my men are ready for their next attack. What do you advise?” Yoongi asked, raising a brow.

“I want the bulk cut down before we hit them. It’s already a bloodbath out there, and more just keep coming. We still have numbers, but I’m not sure for how long we’ll have that,” Jimin breathed.

“Then I’ll make an arch that will shoot far, but I have to get them out of their cover to make it work,” the Archer warned.

Jimin thought for a moment. Revealing their other men would make them targets. Jimin wants to save them until the brunt of the enemy is down before bringing them in for renewed battle.

“No, take a smaller group of your ment and head towards the far end of the field. Will you be able to have accuracy at that distance?”

“You question my accuracy?” Yoongi jests.

“Yoongi, now isn’t the time to be boastful. Can you make it or not?” Jimin asked.

“I can make it with Taechul and Kyubin. They are my best,” Yoongi confirmed.

“Very good, I expect it done. The rest of them should continue to pick off the stragglers that run in this direction. Yeonsang, I expect you to come out of this battle. Don’t disappoint me,” Jimin smiled, taking off towards the battle once more.

Jimin refocused his attention on the proceedings. His men were working valiantly against their targets, some seeming to be overwhelmed, Jimin tried to lessen the load by moving around strategically and cutting down some of the weight.

He was known to be the fastest riders in his Kingdom. His agility on a horse was something unheard of in this day. Jimin was able to bob and weave through several enemies without them being able to land a hit on him or his horse.

This made him almost invaluable in battle. He was able to target areas of need and aid in their fighting. Jimin was versatile enough to fight several people at once, as well as being able to hone in on specific targets. He was bred for this type of action. Strategy and knowing when and where he would be beneficial was in his blood. His father had made sure his son would be the best fighter in their Kingdom, unmatched by his fellow warriors.

But he was never arrogant.

The King had told him the best warriors were the ones who never fought with their fists first. But used their brains to know when their fists were needed. Jimin wanted to live his life by this code during times of struggle and war. So he did.

“HIGHNESS! BEHIND YOU!”

Jimin turned just in time to feel his horse give way beneath him, a pained whinny coming from the creature. Jimin quickly hauled himself into a rolling position so he could so stand on his feet.

A loud clang of steel against another metal rang in his ears. A Forsaken man who looked to be bigger than the rest stood above him, sneering. “You Prince, we fight,” he growled. Jimin scoffed and quickly moved in for an attack.

Placing a careful jab towards his side, Jimin tested his reactions. The blow was easily deflected, and Jimin knew that straight on tactics wouldn’t be the best way to defeat this target.

But was he fast on his feet?

Jimin quickly rolled to the side, making his way behind the brute before placing a slice down his back. The male cried out, then gnarled in pain. The beast moved faster, enraged that he had been bested. A sharp shove came from his opponent, making him stumble backwards. He regained his footing and ducked as another brutish assault came from the front. The man before him was trying to outsmart him, he was merely swinging and seeing what would happen. How he could make Jimin squirm.

Jimin pivoted to the right, kicking out his left leg and shoving the beasts knee inwards. A sickening crack was heard over the sounds of shouts and screams from the battle raging around them. Next, Jimin sliced right below the kneecap and watched as the Forsaken hit the ground.

It spat in Jimin’s face as he came forward to deliver the final blow. The Prince raised his arms, placing the tip of his blade right at the vile being’s throat. Just as Jimin was about to shove the blade through his chest, the Forsaken grinned at him. “Princess in trouble,” he sneered.

Jimin froze, thinking of the woman he loved. “What do you know of any Princess, filth?”

“Mistress tells us we bring her Princess, we get to eat for days. Food, but for food we bring Princess,” he coughed.

“You won’t get your hands on Y/N,” Jimin full out snarled. “You’ll all die before you could even think of touching my wife.”

“We already have,” the Forsaken man mocked. “Cold, makes Princess weak.”

Jimin’s spine ran cold.

Hoseok had said to move you to the Northernmost reaches of the Kingdom. You had never fared well in colder weather. What was he thinking, listening to the fool Hoseok?! Jimin’s heart raced in panic, making him unaware of his surroundings.

He didn’t notice the knife that had been produced from the Forsaken beneath him. It was a poisoned blade no doubt.

Jimin was too overwhelmed until he felt blood soaking through his boots. With wide eyes he looked up and saw Jungkook standing, heaving air into his lungs. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Standing there completely vulnerable like that will get you killed!” Jungkook cried, wrapping his arms around his friend.

The Prince stood there and looked out at the battle raging on.

The Forsaken were now dwindling, heading back towards the village instead of facing out against his men in the fields. Yoongi’s archers had also taken up arms towards the back of the field as Jimin suggested.

Victory would be theirs, there wasn’t a doubt in Jimin’s mind. But, as he looked at his men chasing after the brutal enemy...

He couldn’t help feel as though his heart was to burst out of his chest.

Because he had sent you away to a place that could cause your end...

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indiemags · 7 years ago

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jessikahathaway · 6 years ago

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Into Eternity - Part IX

Oh shit, hi there.

So, this has been written for months I just suck. And it’s not edited to forgive typos and shizz. Love you guys though, so please enjoy!

As per usual I don’t own this picture.

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

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

Warnings: Just some angst, maybe some light adult themes. Nothing too crazy.

The days leading up to your departure was difficult to say the least. Jimin was still Prince, so he still had duties to attend to. It seemed as though the world wanted you to wait for him, long into the night... only to fall asleep and wake for him to be gone once more.

Sitting in your parlor of Taehyung’s castle, you glared at Jimin and a Princess of a neighboring Kingdom. They were taking tea in the garden, discussing possible trade routes for the upcoming winter.

The days were chilling and crops now becoming scarce. She came from a Tropical climate, boasting a luxurious tan and beautiful brown locks.

You knew you were jealous. It wasn’t a proud feeling, but you knew it set deep within your own insecurities. You didn’t feel worthy of Jimin... you knew there were plenty of other Princesses that looked like dolls...

Even though you were chosen for the Prince because of your beauty... you couldn’t help feel inept in the whole scheme of things.

Looking down at your waist you frowned. She was surely thinner than you... going over to the mirror your quickly pulled your dress off, throwing it on the floor and heaving in some deep breaths.

“Highness?” Your handmaiden, Sissel, came forward.

“Sissel, will you help me put my corset on?” You asked.

She frowned. “Highness, his Majesty said we were to purge all of them from your wardrobe... he even selected new dresses for-“

“I don’t want new ones!” You cried. “I-I want to look beautiful in the ones from the Palace... I want to look like a Princess worthy of her Prince.”

You felt hot, wet tears falling down your face. Sissel hurried forward and petted your head. “Highness your very beautiful! Beautiful hair, a gorgeous smile, bright eyes. All things women would kill to have! The Prince cares for you deeply, none of us have seen him so taken in all his life!”

Nights before you had spoken such words of love to one another... but still your fear of losing him won out.

“My dear are you to start bleeding soon?” Sissel asked.

You thought for a few moments and nodded slow. ��I am to begin during the week. I haven’t yet...”

“These are merely feelings from your moon cycle. It is alright,” she soothed.

“I want to see him,” You hiccuped.

Sissel frowned and looked out your window. She saw the Princess of Laureliea sitting across from the Prince. She was obviously trying to make herself appealing. Possibly to become a Mistress of his. It would make sense. If she was to secure a place in his court, then no doubt Laureliea would become prosperous.

However, the Prince wasn’t looking for Mistresses. All she was doing was upsetting his wife. You have power over her, Sissel knew this. Jimin will do anything you ask within reason, so perhaps you merely needed to start asking for things.

“Highness, please tell me if I am being too bold... but, perhaps you could request some of his Majesty’s time today? After tea, he is supposed to train with Jungkook... but I’m sure Jungkook would let him visit with you instead?”

You looked up and bit your lip. “Do you think Jimin would agree?” You asked.

“Highness, His Majesty would do anything to spend time with you.”

You nodded and looked at your dress on the floor. “May I change into the pink dress for the rest of the day?” You asked.

“Absolutely Highness!”

* * *

Jimin was utterly bored. The Princess of Laureliea was too forward and much too pushy for his liking. Her Mother was much better at trade deals then herself.

“So, your Majesty...” she trailed off, setting her tea down and smiling. She looked like a snake, it was unsettling.

“Yes, Princess,” Jimin acknowledged.

“Please, call me Alice,” she encouraged. Jimin tried not to scowl but nodded.

“Alice,” he agreed.

“I love the way you say that, so regal and refined... I am here to ask you not only of trading opportunities, but another as well,” she stated.

“What might that be?” He asked.

“Word of your Wife’s ailments have reached my kingdom. My nursemaids all say she is sickly, and that she needs time to heal. I’ve brought some of our herbs to help aid in her healing,” she said before setting a delicate gold box down on the table.

“Thank you for your kind thoughts. However, my wife is one of the strongest women I know. She may be more prone to ailments, but that doesn’t stop her from being an independent woman.”

“How do you think she'll fair during labor?” She asked, picking up her tea once more.

“I beg your pardon?” Jimin scoffed. “How is that any of your concern?”

“Your Majesty, the future of your Kingdom will affect all of ours. Myself and several other princesses would gladly produce an heir for your kingdom in order to save our Queen,” she stated.

“And secure yourselves as well as your kingdom thousands of riches beyond measure. This is where you have underestimated my wife once more. Tell me Princess, once the Child is born will you leave them here with me? Or would you like to see them and have say in their raising?” Jimin asked.

“I would leave it here with you, Majesty. The nurses and nannies will raise them. And the Queen can surely dole out the duties of a mother in my stead,” she reasoned.

“My wife would disagree with you,” jimin said darkly. The Princess shifted in her seat. “My wife and I have spoken of children fondly. She wants to be there for our children. To raise them herself, not leaving it to nurses and nannies to handle them. She wants to be their mother, not their Queen. That is why she will be the only mother of my children. Thank you for meeting with me today, the tea was lovely. The guards will escort you back to you carriage My Lady. Safe travels.”

Jimin stood from the table and headed towards the barracks. Training with Jungkook would help him blow off all this pent up frustration and anger.

* * *

You sat out in the training yard, a shawl wrapped around you to protect you from the chill. Sissel has insisted you wait here for Jimin, seeing you would bring him great joy.

Stalking around the courtyard Jimin gripped his sword until he saw you...

Sitting in the cold with a mere shawl wrapped around your form. Worry ate up his throat. “Y/N, darling what are you doing out in the cold?” He asked, rushing over to place his jacket over your shoulders. “The Frost is coming and I don’t want you to catch your death out here in the training yard in nothing but a measly shawl-”

“Jimin, I am to leave in the morning,” you whispered. Jimin stopped his fussing for a moment to assess the time. Did he truly let a week pass? When had it happened?

He stared at you, astounded. “My love-I,” he couldn’t finish his statement.

“I’m not angry. But I do want to spend time with you. I refuse to leave without you knowing how much I care for you,” you breathed, standing up and wrapping your arms around him in a solid embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’ve spent so much time assuring that you’ll be well cared for during your absence that... that I neglected the one whom I wanted to stay more than anything,” he stated. He took your face in his hands. Marveling your soft skin and beautiful eyes.

Wrapping your hands around his wrists. “I know. But let’s not waste what little time we have left...” you breathed.

Jimin nodded and eagerly brought you to his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back with urgency.

You needed to remember this... how he felt pressed against you. How he felt touching your neck and cheek. How his lips caressed your own with such adoration. It was intoxicating to have him so close. Mouth moving against yours with reckless abandon.

“You’re making this difficult,” Jimin huffed, moving his hands to your hips. You moved to kiss him again, when he kept you still with his grip.

“What?” You asked, breathless.

“Keeping you pure,” he growled. You felt liquid heat flood your body. Biting your lip you wrapped him in your arms.

“Jimin, I want nothing more than to give your everything I am... but now is not the time for us... until the witch who wants my death is purged... we can’t be safe,” you whispered.

“I know, but that doesn’t quell my desire for you,” he chuckled. “But, my love... your departure tomorrow fills me with sadness.”

His eyes gleamed with sorrow as he looked at you before him. Your cheeks were flushed pink and he couldn’t imagine letting you go so easily. His heart clenched at the thought of you leaving him. Jimin had never felt such anxiety before. He knew he wouldn’t be able to see you for a long while. No doubt a few months. Your sweet smile, and bell like laughter. Soft skin and warm embrace.

“It hurts me too, Jimin. I know your sadness,” you whispered. “But tomorrow isn’t here yet, so let us spend the time together.”

Jimin nodded and wrapped you up in his arms once more. “Let me make you dinner, no help from the Palace chefs, just my hands,” he asked.

“Where did you learn to cook?” you asked, raising a brow at him.

“I liked to watch our butlers prepare the meals as a child. It always fascinated me how they made the food so beautiful and full of flavor at the same time. There was one dish I always begged for them to make me, even if it did make my cheeks fuller than I’d care to admit,” he flushed pink.

“I like your cheeks full,” you smiled, tugging on one for emphasis.

“Hush,” he laughed. “But, will you do me the honour of joining me for a meal tonight?” he asked.

“And miss the opportunity to sample his Highness’s cuisine? It’d be shameful to deny such a wholesome request,” you teased.

“Indeed,” he smiled. “Meet me in the back garden, under the pavilion at sunset. I wish to surprise you my love.”

“You dote on me too much,” you huffed. “But, I’ll be there.”

“No corseted dresses. No painful hair styles. Just bring yourself, this is not a formal affair,” he pleaded.

“As you request,” you nodded.

Moving to head back inside the palace Jimin pulled you into a kiss once more. You let him maneuver his mouth against yours, leaving your toes tingly and lips swollen. “I can’t wait to see you again. Don’t be late,” he whispered.

“Not by a moment,” you assured.

* * *

Picking out a dress for the evening was stressful. You desired to obey Jimin’s request, but you also longed to look beautiful for him. It would be the last night you spent together for a long while and you wanted him to remember it. Sissel walked in holding a box in her hands.

“Your Highness, this dress was selected by Lord Taehyung. He is suggesting you wear it tonight,” she announced. You raised a brow.

“How does Lord Taehyung know of my meeting with my husband tonight?” you questioned. Sissel blushed and set the box on the bed.

“Lord Taehyung is helping his Majesty with the meal preparations. Seeing as how he almost set the grain stash on fire while warm the stove. He refused help from the staff, but Lord Taehyung was a little more insistent.”

You shook your head and laughed. Of course he would. He claimed to be good in the kitchen, but you knew that he would be slightly clumsy no matter what. Jimin always had an air of grace to his person, but his actions sometimes faltered in his haste.

“I’m glad Lord Taehyung is aiding him. It won’t make it any less special, just more edible perhaps,” you laughed.

Sissel joined you, giggling. She then moved to open the box. You were met with soft white fabric that spilled over the edges beautifully. The sleeves were puffed, but pulled back in at the wrist. Delicate lace covered the bodice and a wide silk sash went around the waist line. You were speechless.

And most importantly, there was no corset to be seen.

“Highness, it’s beautiful. You’ll be a vision,” she gushed, almost squealing with excitement. You smiled fondly.

“Thank you Taehyung,” you whispered.

“Come come, time to get you dressed!” Sissel hurried. You quickly disrobed and stepped into the gown as your handmaiden adjusted the fabric accordingly. The material slipped on your skin, covering you with a beautiful design of lace.

Turning to the mirror you looked and almost balked at the front. It was lower cut, leaving your bust practically spilling from the fabric. Sissel was behind you, buttoning the dress. “Sissel wait a moment-oh!” you gasped as she pulled the ribbon tightly around your waist. It was similar to the feeling of a corset, but not nearly so constricting. You felt supported, but not suffocated.

Your chest lifted with the tightening of the material and you stared at it with uncertainty. Would this be entirely appropriate for you meeting with your husband?

“Hold on Madam! We’re still missing one part!” she smiled, rushing to the box. You turned with curiosity and saw a large necklace come undone before you.

“Did Lord Taehyung truly prepare all of this for me?” you asked.

“Well, he did converse with me about what you liked. And then he made suggestions on what his Highness would like as well. We came up with this. The lower neckline will be concealed with this my lady,” she assured.

You nodded and let her come by to fasten the jewels to your body. You watched as white sapphires and red diamonds covered your skin. They twinkled in the fading light as you noticed the sun was beginning to set. Gasping you ran over to your shoes and pulled them on quickly.

“My Lady!” Sissel tutted. “That is not the proper way to-”

“I don’t give a damn, I’m going to be late Sissel!” you yelled before heading down the stairs.

“My Lady we haven’t done your hair yet!”

Her voice faded into the background as you rushed down the stairs of the palace. Your grin was wide as you flew through the halls without restraint. Your lungs easily pulled in greedy amounts of air as you hurried through the corridors. The back garden was on the other side of the palace, making you bolt through the halls with fervor.

Jungkook walked into the hallway, seeing you running towards him at full bore. His eyes widened as he quickly threw himself against the wall to avoid your trampling speed. “My Lady! What’s wrong?!” he called after you.

“I’m going to be late!” you yelled, not waiting any moment longer before turning the corner. You laughed as you made it towards the final stretch.

Jimin was there in the pavilion waiting for you, and you would get to eat a meal he prepared for you! Just you!

The thoughts made you smile even wider.

Before you ran smack into the one person in this castle you feared...

Hoseok...

“My Lady,” he growled. “What is it that causes you to run with such haste?” he asked.

You scrambled to stand up, gasping from the force of your collison. “I beg your pardon, Hoseok. Jimin is waiting for me in the pavilion and I am going to be late!” you stated before moving to go around him.

But before you could, he gripped your wrist painfully tight.

“We are to leave in the morning, and you might never see that man again. Understand that this might be your last night with him,” he warned.

“It won’t be,” you scowled.

“Perhaps not, but you never know. Maybe while you’re gone his loneliness might overbear him. A mistress might be in order... Or, better yet, a consort?” he laughed.

A flush went to your cheeks. You knew Jimin wasn’t used to being with women. Taehyung had indulged you one night after a glass of wine too many and told you of his past.

How his mother was distant. The maids in the palace being the ones to raise him... His father was really the only one who showed him affection, so he really only knew love from other men. So when he grew, he found his urges to be placed not with women. He was terrified of the opposite sex. But, you have know a few whom lie with their fellow gender, and they don’t have fear for the opposing sex... You didn’t want to make generalizations about Jimin. You wanted for him to tell you, in his own time. But an odd feeling kept creeping back into your stomach. One doesn’t simply change a whole part of themselves at the drop of a hat. You didn’t want Jimin to feel he couldn’t be true to himself...

Hoseok smirked as you seemed to be lost in thought.

“Imagining losing your husband to his fellow man?” he sneered.

You swallowed hard. How did Hoseok know? Did Jimin make his preferences common knowledge?

You shook your head and glared at Hoseok. “I don’t believe that to be true, Jimin is a faithful husband and I trust him,” you declared.

“At your word, my lady,” he said, turning on his heel.

You began to head for the door when his chilling voice reached your ears once more. “I did promise to protect you with my life, Lady Y/N... But I didn’t say for how long,” he smirked.

A chill ran down your spine.

“If the witch’s power grows too much, I will have no choice but to end the bloodshed, with you,” he declared.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” you stated, monotone. “I am going to be late.”

You hurried through the door, letting the shiver of Hoseok’s word disappear as you saw your husband standing with his back to you. He was wearing a loose white shirt that was tucked into black trousers. His hair was blowing with the breeze, shining gold in the light.

“I feared you wouldn’t be coming,” Jimin sighed, turning around.

You almost laughed at his expression. Eyes bulging as they looked at you with unrestrained want. His eyes followed the dip of your throat to your bust, next to your waist and beautiful legs. His eyes then met yours, that were being shielded by your hair. You grinned and ran forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as he spun you around.

“Let me see you,” he whispered, holding your forearms and gazing at your appearance. “Heavens, you look like a vision.”

“You as well,” you complimented. “I love it when you don’t wear those suffocating tunics.”

“Mmm, I can wear nothing at all if that is what you desire my love,” he taunted.

“Enough of that,” you laughed. “What have you prepared for us?”

Jimin’s eyes lit up at the thought of impressing you with his meal. “Let me show you,” he urged, pulling you forward.

“On tonight’s menu, I have prepared a salmon fillet with lemon and rosemary. As well as garlic potatoes, mashed with chives. Next is a heavenly baked roll with fresh butter and salt. And for dessert,” he winked. “You can pick me, or this raspberry tart that Taehyung aided me with.”

“Oh my, Jimin it’s incredible,” you praised. He keened into your words like a happy feline, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I am glad you’re impressed my dear, but perhaps you should taste it to be sure,” he encouraged. You nodded and went to sit down, not before Jimin pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

“You are impossible,” you laughed.

“Impossibly good looking, perhaps,” he teased. You rolled your eyes and let him push in your chair before settling down in his own across from you.

“Jimin, this is wonderful,” you smiled, taking a bite of the food he prepared.

“Truthfully? I was really nervous about it all to be honest,” he blushed. “I know you like fish, and that potatoes are one of your favorite foods, the raspberry tart was Taehyung’s idea.”

You nodded as you took another bite of the food. The salmon melted in your mouth, filling it with the salty and briny flavor of the sea. But the citrus from the lemon and herbal aftertaste of the rosemary cut it down beautifully. You smiled up at Jimin, swallowing another morsel.

“Your cooking is delectable. I’ll have to bake you one of my famous blueberry crepes next time,” you stated.

“Y/N,” Jimin whispered.

The joyful mood that was set suddenly seemed to turn cold. You frowned as you looked at him from across the table. “Jimin, what’s wrong?”

“I-I fear for your departure in the morning,” he stated. “I also fear of your safety without me with you.”

“I’ll be safe, Jimin. Hoseok will care for me,” you stated. You knew that Hoseok was dangerous, but for now he was the only person capable of taking you away.

“I am unsure of my trust in him, Y/N, I don’t want to lose you,” he croaked. Tears flooded his vision as he looked at you with heartbreak.

“Jimin,” you whispered, standing up and wrapping your arms around him tightly. He burrowed his face into your stomach and settled his arms around your waist. You pet his hair calmly, letting him hold you for as long as he needed. You knew his fear well, you felt it yourself.

Leaving Jimin was going to be the hardest thing you’d had to do up until now. You two haven't really been separated since your marriage to one another. Sure, when he first came to Taehyung’s castle there was a week where you hadn’t seen him. And when you first were married it seemed as though you never saw him.

But, he was always there. Now... Now he would be days away from you.

The thought made your throat close in worry, but you quelled it for now. Jimin was here in your arms now, and that’s what mattered. Him being here with you is what was important. You ran your fingers down his cheek, brushing away the tears that fell.

“Jimin, we should be having a nice dinner together, not crying about something that hasn’t happened yet. We’ll cry tomorrow, okay? Not now,” you smiled. Jimin looked up at you and wrapped you in his arms tightly.

“I love you, Y/N, with all of my heart,” he breathed.

Your eyebrows raised, before relaxing into a soft smile. “I love you too, Jimin. With everything I am...”

* * *

Hoseok watched the scene with mute interest. You and Jimin were rather cute together, he supposed. But, he had made a deal... One he wasn’t intent on failing.

But, as he looked at the pair of you, he couldn’t help but feel guilt.

His Prince, soon to be King, had finally found someone he loved... And he had to take her away from him.

“Remind you of something?” a silky voice whispered.

Hoseok turn and pulled his daggers from their secured pouches on his hips. “Morgana,” he grimaced.

“Now now, don’t look so surprised my boy,” she whispered.

“It isn’t wise of you to use so much magic in order to spy on your next meal,” Hoseok reprimanded.

“It isn’t wise to disrespect she who holds your future in her hands,” Morgana growled. Hoseok swallowed thickly before continuing.

“We move her tomorrow,” he stated. “To the abandoned castle towards the Elder Spire Grove in the East,” he revealed.

“Yes, I know it well. It was the place my love lived... This Jimin looks so much like him, I will be so thrilled when that trollop is dead,” she growled.

“I still cannot see why I must be the one to end her, why can’t you destroy the girl?” Hoseok asked.

“Well, it’s been a long while since I’ve had a fulfilling sacrifice. My magic is waning... But once you perform the sacrifice with her as the offering... My magic will be back in it’s full power. Then, I can bring back your wife and child,” she stated.

Hoseok swallowed thickly as he looked at you and Jimin once more. Jimin was his dear friend. Someone he cared for, but he took him away from his pregnant wife, and in doing so he wasn’t even there to hold his child upon its birth...

“Why tell me this?” he asked.

“Because you requested to know,” she responded.

“You never give up information about your magic willingly,” Hoseok glared. “Why the change of heart.”

“You always see the truth, don’t you?” she asked. “The reason I tell you is because you are indebted to me. Those daggers by your side are charmed with my magic. They strike down all your foes in battle because that is what I have claimed them to do. I believe that telling you these things will ensure your loyalty to me, because if not... Well... The graves of your wife and child will burn, their corpses will turn to ash and they will be lost in the depths of Purgatory for the rest of eternity,” she growled. “Do I make myself clear?”

Hoseok felt his heart clench at the thought of his family being at unrest...

“Yes, I understand,” he confirmed.

“Good,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to see the life drain from that wench’s eyes... I will have my Prince again. Even if I have to destroy every village, every citizen... Every whore... It will be done,” she declared, fading into a black mist and disappearing into the night.

Hoseok frowned as he saw Jimin pick you up and hold you in his arms. You laughed at something he said, head thrown back as Jimin leaned forward to capture your lips. He knew what true love looked like. He saw it with his wife, and he saw it here with you...

“I am truly sorry, the both of you,” he whispered...

* * *

The morning came, it always does.

You awoke to a knock at your door...

Sissel.

“Majesty, my Lady? It is time for Lady Y/N to leave,” she announced.

You rolled over, feeling Jimin’s hand brush your bare stomach. He’d managed to get it under your dressing gown in the night. Men truly were incorrigible.

“My Lady? Are you awake?”

“Yes, Sissel,” you answered.

“Hurry to dress! Father Jin requires you before departing!”

“Very good, Sissel!” Moving to get out of the bed, Jimin’s steel grip made you falter. Being hauled back into bed you huffed as he snuggling into your hair. His hands wrapped around your body, not letting you out of his grasp. “Jimin,” you whispered, petting his hair.

“Not yet, please not yet,” he begged.

“I have to go,” you breathed. “You know it, as well as I do...”

“Just a few more minutes, just lay with me for a few more minutes. I need to remember how warm you are in the morning,” he whispered, face buried in your neck.

“Jimin, please,” you whimpered. He kissed your jaw before placing a soft kiss on your nose.

“Hurry, before I bring you back to bed with me,” he warned, releasing you.

You quickly went to your wardrobe and picked a warm dress that would help you stave off the chill in the Northern reaches of the Kingdom. Standing behind your changing screen you got dressed.

You heard your bed creak and knew Jimin must’ve gotten up to dress as well. You recognized the familiar sound of his wardrobe opening as he pulled different pieces of attire out.

Mimicking him you got into your clothing, only to realize the dress you selected had buttons on the back of it. Sighing in annoyance, you peaked your head around the screen to see Jimin just pulling on his shirt.

Flushing you quickly moved back behind your cover. Holding your hand over your racing heart you tried to keep your cheeks from turning an obscene red color.

“J-Jimin?” you called out.

“Yes, Y/N?” he answered.

“Can you help me with my dress?” you asked, trying to keep your tone from wavering.

“If you’d like me to,” he stated, coming closer.

“I need you to button it for me, please,” you requested, moving your hair to the side so he could gain access to the fasteners at the back. Jimin took a sharp breath in before placing his hands on your hips.

He placed a delicate kiss to your spine, causing you to shiver in pleasure. His lips moved up your back, over your shoulder then to the base of your neck. You didn’t fight him as he nudged your head to the side, opening up your collar and throat for him. He placed gentle love bites and licks to your delicate skin.

Just as he was about to claim your lips in another kiss, a knock came to the door once more. “Lady Y/N, we really must go!” Sissel urged.

“A moment!” you called back.

Sissel’s steps echoed as she no doubt went to get you more time.

“Here,” Jimin said, doing the buttons up at the back for you. He placed one last kiss on your neck before moving away from your body.

“Thank you,” you flushed.

“Do you need help getting your shoes on?” he asked, looking at them with a raised brow.

“If you think you can control your wandering lips,” you giggled. Jimin’s eyes turned dark.

“I hardly think I can,” he breathed.

You rolled your eyes and went to sit down on the bed. It was still warm from Jimin’s body resting in it for the night. You lifted your foot into Jimin’s grasp as he pushed the shoe onto your foot gently, taking care not to hyperextend your joints. You smiled and ran your fingers through his sleep ridden hair. He bit his lip as he ran his hands up your calf.

Sweet kisses were placed to your bare legs, making you hiss in desire. Jimin’s plush mouth traced along your skin, oblivious to the world outside. You shuddered at the sensation of his warm palms on your flesh. Sighing you tugged Jimin’s head back slightly, smiling as a soft moan left his mouth.

“You’re one to talk about wandering limbs,” he scoffed. You laughed, fixing his slightly messy locks. Bringing your hand down to cradle his cheek, Jimin leaned into your touch. Next he picked up your other shoe and pushed it onto your other foot. Jimin moved and buckled them on, tying cute little bows into the laces.

You could tell Jimin was trying to buy you both time...

“Jimin...?” you whispered.

“I know,” he answered, looking at your knee.

“Walk with me?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he responded.

Helping you stand up, he took your hand and pulled your arm around his. The pair of you walked out of your bedroom. It would be the last time you were there for a long while. You weren’t sure the next time you’d see Jimin... How long until you were able to hold him in your arms?

Jimin was in a similar situation. His heart was pounding in his chest as the two of you made your way down the staircase. Leading you towards your departure, made him feel woozy. The pair of you made it to the bottom of the landing and Taehyung was waiting for the pair of you.

“Good morning Lady Y/N, your Majesty,” he bowed.

“Taehyung,” Jimin greeted.

“Taehyung,” you smiled.

The Lord of the Castle looked to your husband. “May I?” he asked.

“If she agrees,” he answered smoothly.

You shook your head before letting Jimin go and giving Taehyung a big hug. He held onto you, rubbing your back to comfort you. “These will be long days ahead of you, but know we are always here. And we will come to get you again,” he promised.

“Thank you Taehyung, you have become a dear friend of mine,” you acknowledged. He pulled back as Father Jin entered with Jungkook and Yoongi.

“My Lady,” they all echoed, lowering their heads in a bow.

“Please, you’ve never used such formalities with me before. Don’t start now,” you insisted.

“Perhaps they should, you will be Queen one day,” Taehyung mentioned.

Your face soured. “But I don’t want them to bow to me because of that,” you whispered.

“Enough with your crisis, come here,” Jungkook ushered you into a big embrace. You huffed from the strength behind his arms, but patted his back affectionately. Yoongi came next and gave you a gentle hug, rubbing your shoulders as he pulled away.

“I’ll miss you, please be safe on your journey,” he insisted.

“Thank you, both of you.”

Father Jin came forward and hugged you tightly. “Lady Y/N, I believe this will be one of the hardest goodbyes in my life,” he announced, voice watery.

You felt similar as a wave of emotion came over you. Father Jin had been your rock when you were lonely. A wise mind to pick when you weren’t sure of yourself. He was so kind and had helped you so much during your time here in the Royal family.

The side door that lead to the carriage house opened, revealing Hoseok standing there before you. Father Jin let go of you and stepped away. You moved towards Jimin and wrapped your arms around his. Just being near Hoseok made you nervous. How could it not? If you considered all that had transpired between the two of you in the past...

“Father Jin, the carriage is ready. Lady Y/N, are you prepared?” he asked, raising a brow.

It was time, Jin was going to give you and Hoseok his cloaking spell. And then you would be off, away from this palace that you had begun to call your home. The small family you’d began to build would be left behind...

Your heart was racing.

“Hoseok, Lady Y/N, please come towards me,” Father Jin requested. You did so, letting Jimin’s hand go.

Hoseok followed suit and stood next to you.

Father Jin lifted his hands and brought out a salve that had a slight blue tint to it. He dipped his finger in the salve and brushed the mix over your temples and the back of your neck. He did the same to Hoseok.

Next he pulled a vial out and took out the dropper. “Please, open your mouths,” he asked.

Hoseok did so. You watched as his face scrunched up in displeasure. “Damn, that’s bitter,” he complained.

“This liquid will make sure that your bodily functions are hidden from any kind of magic detection. The salve I applied to your heads and necks hides any thoughts or emotions. And one more item for each of you,” he announced, turning to a butler that was holding a large box.

He presented you with a necklace, simple in design. A basic silver chain with a pendant on it that had a bright red stone in the middle. You raised an eyebrow at it then looked to Father Jin. “What is this?” you asked.

He motioned for you to turn around, which you did so. The gem laid heavily upon your throat, making you look down in surprise.

“A fail safe,” Jin explained. “If my other methods fail to keep you hidden, these are seal with magic at a similar caliber to Morgana’s... It will be difficult for her to be in the presence of these gems, seeing as how they are blessed with light magic. It is old, and rarely seen anymore, it was a gift from the old Gods to humanity before our heavenly father birthed us anew. It was taught to me, and now I am betraying my oath to God for this,” he whispered. “Please, do not take these off, no matter what you do.”

Hoseok came forward and Father Jin latched his necklace around his neck as well. He seemed nervous when the chain was secured, holding it with an expression that you couldn’t decipher.

“One more thing, I need to activate the enchantments. Hold still, the both of you.” Hoseok and you did as requested. Soon, Jin started speaking in an odd sounding tone. “I implore the words of the Gods of old. Here my plea and come to my bidding. Through my form, project your light into the talismans I have prepared for you. Please, use them to protect these individuals with your magic. By thy radiance, I ask of you to make home in these gems of pure starlight. And cast out any darkness that may encounter your path. This is my request, at my word. Expel!”

The room swirled with air as light radiated from your necklaces. The gem was burning hot against your skin, and you gasped. Holding it you could feel your skin underneath burning. Father Jin collapsed to the floor. Jungkook and Yoongi rushed over to check his breathing. You looked at him with worry.

“Is he alright?” you asked, getting closer.

“Yes, he’s fine. Surely this kind of magic takes a toll on the body. We’ll take him to rest, be safe highness. We will be praying for your safe return to us,” Jungkook smiled. Him and Yoongi lifted Father Jin into their arms and headed towards the infirmary.

You watched as they disappeared down the hall, heart hammering in your ribs. All of this, to keep you safe... Father Jin betraying God just so that you could be concealed from this witch who wanted your death. It was overwhelming to be cared for so deeply by others.

“We need to go,” Hoseok stated, pulling you from your daze.

“Yes,” Taehyung agreed. “The carriage will take you to the village of Caldone. Once there, I have arranged for horses to take you the rest of the way to the Northern Palace of Kings. Hoseok, have you gotten word from the individuals in the town near the castle?”

“Yes, they said they’d be pleased to help their future Queen with anything she needed,” Hoseok confirmed.

“Very well. Time is of the essence, let’s get you gone,” Taehyung urged.

Quickly turning to Jimin your heart stopped.

His eyes were teary, a soft smile on his face.

Hoseok had grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the door. You moved like a doll, limp as he ushered you through the exit. Jimin’s face became further away from you, tears becoming invisible as you stumbled down the steps.

“My Lady please take caution,” Taehyung said, gripping your elbow to support your blunder.

Jimin walked forward, seeming to be following you without knowing it. You wanted to hold him once more before you left. Just one more time. One last kiss.

“Please,” you whispered, reaching out for him. The guards had already gathered around you, helping disguise you and Hoseok from any peering eyes. Taehyung had taken his place beside Jimin as the flurry of activity went forward.

Hoseok climbed inside of the carriage, waiting for you to take his hand to get in as well. He was glad you weren’t looking at his face, because it would’ve blown everything he’d been working for...

Your face was distraught as you looked around at the guards. A sour taste settled itself on Hoseok’s tongue. He knew who you were looking for.

Jimin...

It was so obvious how much you cared for your husband, it made his heart lurch in pain. He knew that delirious feeling. The whirlwind love placed in your mind and heart, and how gut wrenching it felt when ripped away from it. He knew how panicked you must be. He could grant you one last look at him, before you departed...

Forever.

“PART!” Hoseok screamed.

The guards seemed shocked. They all froze and stared at him. You didn’t even look at Hoseok. Your eyes were trying to locate your husband. “Sir, what seems to be the issue?”

“You’re smothering our Lady, give her room to breathe,” Hoseok demanded.

Seeming to understand they all separated and opened up a pathway to the carriage door. Slowly, you were being pulled into the cabin by Hoseok. The second your eyes were off Jimin, your heart began to squeeze painfully.

You found his face out of the back window of the vehicle. His eyes were staring straight at you. Taehyung was standing next to him dutifully. Jimin gave another soft smile, but you could tell it was forced. His teeth were showing too much, eyes red with tears.

A sudden lurch made your body slip. The horses began moving at a gentle pace. Jimin’s face got smaller as you traveled further from him. Your breathing became harsh as you pressed your hand against the glass of your window. Jimin seemed to be mouthing something. You couldn’t quite make it out.

“What?!” you shouted, making Hoseok turn to you.

“My Lady?” he asked.

“Stop, please stop the carriage!” you yelped.

“My lady we really must leave, dawn has almost broken,” Hoseok urged.

“STOP THE DAMN CARRIAGE RIGHT NOW!” you screamed. The horses whinnied as the driver pulled on the reigns. You fell off your seat and hit the floor, but you couldn’t feel the pain.

“My lady!” Hoseok yelled, but you couldn’t hear him.

Pulling on the handle you ripped the door open and scrambled off the floor and onto the grass below.

Jimin watched the horses stop, and his brows furrowed.

What had happened?

“Majesty, what are you-”

“Jimin!” you screamed, picking up your skirts and running. Jimin’s heart slammed against his chest so hard he could feel it in his throat.

“Y/N!?” he yelled back, starting to jog towards you.

Taehyung and Hoseok watched in awe as the scene played out.

Your hair flew behind you as you ran. Your legs hurt, but it didn’t matter. You needed to say it. You needed to tell him before you left, just once more. He needed to know.

Jimin matched your pace and began running like a man possessed. He feet were carrying him to you, without being told to. It was like instinct to run for you now. Something he couldn’t have dreamed of happening when first married to you.

It all seemed to silly now. Those months of distance, your reconciliation. Now, a love that burned him from inside out. And he wouldn’t change it for the world. He wouldn’t want it to be anyone other than you. It couldn’t be.

He was closer now, eyes sparkling with tears that you could see now. Clear as day.

“Jimin!” you cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Lifting you into his arms, Jimin cradled your head gently. His chest was heaving with the effort from running, but you were there in his arms. God it was going to be Hell to be without you. So Jimin held onto you tightly. Kissing your face as you bawled like a child. “I love you! I love you so much, I’m going to miss you.”

Jimin’s voice cracked as he tried to soothe you. “My love, I know, I know I love you too. My darling, ssshhh, it’s alright. I love you.”

You felt his shoulders shaking at the force of his cries. You tangled your fingers in his hair and brought your mouth to his. Jimin held your face, making sure that you felt every ounce of love he harbored in his soul for you. Every inch of his being belonged to you.

He’d never been more certain of anything.

He was your’s. And he always would be. You clung to him as you kissed, making the most of this moment. It would be the last for a long while, and it needed to be secured in your memory. How his lips were so plush against your own. His hands held fast around your waist, keeping you against him.

Hoseok was stunned at the sight as he hung out of the door. At first he thought this would be simple. Kill the girl, get his family back. The Prince would be free from a marriage he never wanted, and he could be reunited with his wife and child...

Everything would be righted if you were out of the picture...

But seeing this...

How deeply the two of you cared for one another. The thought of ripping you apart weighed heavy like a slab of stone in his stomach. If he followed through with this... would he be any better than the witch that took his family from him?

These thoughts swirled in his mind.

Because looking at the two of you now, he knew his answer.

He knew what he would be doing...

And he wasn’t sure he could do it anymore...

Gazing up at Jimin you wiped his tears from his eyes. “Jimin, I love you so much. Please, come see me as soon as you can,” you whispered.

“To the moment, like I promised,” he breathed.

“I’m going to miss you,” you whimpered, holding his face in your palms. He turned and kissed your palm, remembering the sensation. Committing every inch of you to memory.

“And I you, my darling,” he breathed. “But, I will see you again. This is not a goodbye, it is merely a momentary parting. Because one morning, you’ll see me. Coming up the road to hold you in my arms once more. Even if I have to fight the witch on the doorstep, you can be assured that I will be there. For nothing will stop me if it means getting to you,” he declared.

Taehyung felt a stray tear run down his cheek at the display before him.

Finally his friend had found it. The love he deserved from a person. It didn’t matter whether it came from a male, female or a dog. The loyalty, compassion and dedication you had for him was powerful enough to brave any storm.

He smiled as Jimin took your hand, leading you towards the carriage once more. Hoseok straightened as his future King approached.

“Majesty, I apologize for not giving you both proper time to say your farewells,” Hoseok bowed.

“Take care of her, Hoseok, I’m entrusting to you my greatest treasure in life.”

As Jimin took your hand, he lifted it to Hoseok’s. You gripped his own with such certainty, and Hoseok felt unadulterated shame run through his body. What would his dearly departed wife think of this? Would she approve of his behavior towards a woman whom had done nothing but merely fallen in love...

If that was a crime, he was guilty as well.

“I will do as you command, Majesty,” Hoseok agreed. Pulling you into the carriage, Hoseok watched as Jimin shut the door.

He held his hand up to the glass. And the assassin watched as you pressed your palm against his. Your rings shone in the rising sunlight and Hoseok looked down at his own, shimmering in a similar fashion.

The buggy lurched once again, and Jimin’s palm slipped away from the glass. However, your hand remained there...

Even after Jimin and the Castle had faded away, your hand stayed on the glass...

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