♚ Ruby Red✦KNJ ♚

Chapter Six

Authors Note: yes, i made one chapter too long so i split into two. same day update doe  (comment+vote :D)

Warnings: None to note (I think, but let me know if there are)

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Just a little nap...

Your eyes fluttered open. You felt your head resting on a rock solid wall. What in the...

You looked up. Only to be met with the piercing stare of General Kim. A wall of muscle, that's what it was. You bolted upright. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, please don't kill me, please." You stuttered uncontrollably. The fear that had vanished in your sleep returned twofold. Dead. Gone. That's what you would be. Soon. No. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. A sweet voice whispered to you, so unlike the harsh shrill that constantly tormented your mind. Where did this urge to live come from, when dying was- used to be- your ultimate goal?

"She finally speaks. And save the pleading, because you will be the one begging for forgiveness in court." You sat, trembling. No. This was not how you were going to die. Not in some warped, sketchy reality. Not when you hadn't truly even had a chance to live life. You needed to play your cards right. Play to your advantages. Be unthreatening. Be sweet. Play dumb. You are going to live.

You looked behind you once more, faking composure as you said "Excuse me sir, what date is today?" Your eyes silently begged him to tell you. "October 27th." He replied, his face expressionless. No, you needed to know the year. Shoot, he was probably going to think you were insane. Well, maybe you were. "The year, please?" He looked at you like you were a nutcase. And then smirked. "Why, so you can remember the year you died? It's 1525." You went back in time. Your theory was correct. How? It didn't matter. The first mission was to get out of this place alive. So if Namjoon was born in 1507, and he was crown prince... "I'm terribly sorry, but would you mind telling me when the prince is getting crowned? I mean, I'm asking because I want to know if I can attend his coronation before...you know." Lies, Lies. You'd rather jump off a cliff than attend this murderer prince's coronation. He laughed bitterly. "Let me tell you what will happen today. You will be executed for breaking curfew, and going unreported by officers. You are from a foreign land, aren't you? I can hear it in your accent. Definitely a spy. King- or should I say, Crown Prince Namjoon might only be 18, but he won't hesitate to execute you. Even with you looking like that." Like that? He took his finger up to your neck and made a slicing motion against it. You were going to be sick.

The leather saddle underneath you itched, the dust being kicked up by the horse making your eyes sting, the grim view of the slums and brown patches of dried up grass next to you. The murderer behind you. It was all too much. The Crown Prince was 18, same as you. From what General Kim described him as, he seemed even more bloodthirsty than the two generals themselves. You grabbed your ruby pendant out of instinct. Almost instantly, you were washed over with a wave of composure. We are getting out of this. Alive. Hold on. Hold on. I refuse to die in this hell hole. You could feel General Kim's stare burning into your back. Could he see your brain whirring, hatching a new plan of escape every minute? The Youngest King the book had said. You sighed, making it sound shaky to fool General Kim that you were still just a scared girl. Now, the shaking in your hands was faked. Your pale face due to the cold could be mistaken for fear.