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Chapter XI

Neither of us had spoken in the last half hour. I sat quietly next to him on the carriage bench, wondering what it is, he might be thinking of after the events of tonight. Although I was curious to know what he was thinking, I was also nervous to ask. After a night such as this, I wouldn't want to upset him, but still I wanted to prod.

"What is it that's bothering you?" He asks softly.

I'm taken back by his question.

Was it written on my face how badly I wanted to ask him?

"How...?"

Was I really that obvious?

He chuckles. "The questions circling your mind's giving me a headache. You seem to forget that I'm also a vampire."

"Right." I chuckled nervously. "Sorry."

He gives my knee a light squeeze. "Don't be. You can ask me anything, y/n. Don't feel like you can't."

"Very well." Relieved, I swallow heavily and face him. "It's about Irene and the faerie."

He motions for me to continue.

"Were you really not surprised to see them together?"

He smiles. "No, I wasn't. Like I said, I've known for a very long time."

"How long exactly?

He scoffs. "Too long."

I frown, unable to understand. "And you're okay with that?"

If the roles were reversed, I'd be far from happy if I found out my significant other was being unfaithful to me. I'd simply fall and crumble.

He merely shrugs at my question. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because she's your fiancé."

He remains silent for a long moment, his attention fixed in front of him. "That may be, but I didn't ask her to marry me. She's my fiancé purely because our parents agreed to it."

What?

People actually do that? They arrange marriages?

He runs his hand through his dishevelled hair. "I cannot marry a commoner."

"Really?"

He shakes his head.

"So, that's the reason why you must marry Irene? Because she's a royal?"

Taehyung turns and faces me. "We've been engaged since we were very little. Myself, Irene and Jimin are the only royals in this area, and because of our status we can only marry another royal. People like us, don't get to choose who we wish to marry."

"But what if you do not love each other? Do you still have to go through with it?"

"Yes."

Unbelievable.

A part of me is glad that I wasn't born in this kind of life. To marry someone just for the sake of an alliance makes me sick to my core. It makes me somewhat appreciate the lift I already have, with my mother.

I click my tongue in distaste. "That seems very unfair."

"What is?" He asks softly.

I look out of the window of the carriage and sigh. "Marrying someone you love. I mean, this is the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with and eventually have children with. And for what? Politics?"