back from death • kth

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝒳𝐼𝐼

Yunahet's POV

"I love you, dear," he says, "I'll be back before you know it."

I chuckle as he kneels.

"Hey baby," he puts his lips on my tummy, "Father will be back soon and he will bring you lots of gifts."

He kisses my tummy and stands up to kiss my forehead.

"I love you so much dear," he pecks my lips.

"I love you too," I hug him, "I'll miss you."

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"Mother's going to buy father a gift for when he returns." I smile at the thought.

I've been saving money to buy Taehyung a gift. And finally, I had saved up enough to buy him a bracelet.

"Oh," I smiled in excitement, "I can't wait to give him this."

I caressed my tummy as I walked through the market talking to my unborn child. But suddenly I was blindfolded and pulled away.

"Let go!" I screamed but no one responded.

After a while of getting dragged, I was thrown onto a cold hard ground and my blindfold was removed. I look up to see the king.

"Y-your majesty," I tried to get up but I was immediately pushed down again.

"So," the king began, "you are that peasant girl Taehyung has been attached to."

"Yes, your majesty," I replied.

"Kill her," the king ordered, "I want her buried in the slave tomb."

The guard took his sword out and positioned himself.

"PLEASE!" I screamed, "NO! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS I'M PREGNANT."

"What!?" The king asked, "With whose child?"

"Y-your son's," I replied.

"Very well," the king smirks, "I shall kill you myself then."

"No!" I screamed.

The king got up from his throne and pulled out his sword and stabbed through my stomach.

"No!" I screamed again.

I fell to the ground clutching my stomach.

"Drag her into the jail cell and put her in there until she bleeds to death. And then let's feed her remains to the wolves," the king smiled wickedly, "we don't need a peasant in our family."

My eyes welled up with tears due to the unbearable pain. I lie down dripping blood.

"Ew! Stop staining my carpets!" The king stepped on my stomach.

I screamed in pain. I gasp for air as I try to clutch my stomach to stop the bleeding. But it was of no use. My unborn child and I would probably be dead in an hour or so. The guards pull me up by my arms and drag me out to the cells where they left me to bleed. I tried to tear my clothing and cover the wound. I slowly lost conscience. The last thing I whispered was, "I love you," my eyes slowly close, "but I hate you more, Taehyung."

Third Person POV

A few days later, Taehyung was back from his business trip. He was excited to meet his soon-to-be wife and unborn child. He had bought so many gifts for both of them, clothes, jewellery, food, etc. He stopped first at her house on his way back to the palace. He hopped off the horse with a grin.