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𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘 ✦ 𝕮𝖍𝖕 5
TWO WHOLE DAYS. Two whole days have finally passed and the wait for the coronation has finally reached its impending climax. Taehyung's nothing close to nervous, no sir. He's more than prepared, he's waited his whole life for this. And it will go as planned. For his servant's sakes.
He sits outside on the balcony of his bedroom, the curtains that keep it close blow gracefully in the chilling wind. The shutters shiver and make a small rackets that's less but concerning. His raven hair flows right above his long lashes eyes, slightly distupting his view of the kingdom he's soon to rule. The mention of the Crimson moon has become an annoyance at this point although.
He can't wait for this era to rest and to open for a new brighter one. One where everything is under his unrelenting control. One where every count of cattle and every stalk of foliage belongs to no other but he.
Perfect. Everything is perfect. Just as he is.
"My king...?" Taehyung's neck snaps in the direction of the frail-voice. Armelle stands in her slik white nightgown, it's see-through as it should be. She shouldn't ever have to hide something from him as his queen.
But, she's the one thing that's imperfect about this glorious day.
Her every breath is a painful reminder of his failure to secure a strong and able Bloodmate. She prances around this room as if she's innocent. You're far from it you mewling quim.
"What could you possibly desire on a day as important as this one..?" Taehyung snaps, she flinches at his harsh tone. Covering her body with her arms, her posture submissive and fearful.
"I'm.. I apologize.. but, my king..‐"
"You're apologies aren't accepted. You dare interrupt my tranquil mediation with mindless human foolery? I should drain you now and make you regret every disturbing me." He meets her with long strides, watching as she cowers under his looming shadow.
"But, my king.."
"What is so important that‐"
"Taehyung!" She yells fustratedly. He's so taken aback he can't even react to her words.
"For the coronation.. can I atleast be bathed..? I haven't been clean in days and I simply can't take it anymore.." She says.
"You.. you wish to be cleaned..?"
She nods her head, his eyes lower and his hand catches her chin roughly between long digits.
"Words. What did I say about that..?"
"Yes, I wish to be clean.." She mutters.
"Very well.. and here I thought you'd be trying to sabotage my special day." He shrugs his broad shoulders. She rolls her eyes when he shows his back to her, striding past her and walking back into the beautiful quarters of the bedroom.
