Warrior of my Dreams ✓

Chapter 2: First Quarter 🌓

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Even in the land with no name, the cool spring breeze prevails at night. Bibi, the king's loyal advisor, marches barefoot on the cold tiles to the window of her bedchamber. It's rounded above and as tall as she is. The open French doors made of thin wooden lattice are forming an Asian pattern. With a keen eye, like a predator on the prowl, she observes her surroundings.

Usually, the moonlight takes the colors from the palace, the village, the trees, and the mountains, dipping them in sparkling silver. Where the light can't strike, deep black shadows dominate, while a sea of deep blue looks down on earth. But this night, something's different. The sky glows a vibrant purple, smothering any familiar shades of blue.

A cold shiver runs down her spine as she carefully pulls the French doors shut. It's not the wind that causes the goosebumps on her skin; it's the foreboding of impending change. She isn't known as the feared witch of this country for nothing. She knows things that remain hidden from others, and it drives her mad to swim in the unknown for the first time. Determined, she pulls her red silk cloak over her shoulders, wrapping it tightly around her waist with a cloth belt. Then she slips into her flat black shoes.

The light heel clacks on the tiled floor as she approaches Agust D's sleeping chamber. Her intuition has never deceived her, so she knows that the king isn't asleep and has probably noticed the natural spectacle.

She stops in front of the massive wooden door, making the colossal hallway seem so small, knocking on it energetically. She's the only person allowed to enter the king's chamber. Not because she's his concubine - no - their relationship isn't sexual at all. The persistent rumor that she has bewitched the king to become his lover bounces off her, just leaving her unimpressed. Only the two of them know what's connecting them. A secret that must be protected for the good of this world.

When his deep and serious voice forms a "Come in", she pushes the gigantic wooden doors inside the room with her complete bodyweight. As expected, she sees the king standing at the window with the moonlight shimmering on his face - purple.

"So, you've already noticed."

Her voice is like a poisonous knife. A dangerous weapon with which she stuns - and if necessary - injures people. To Agust D's ears, it sounds beautiful, much more like a magic flute that hypnotizes and incapacitates her opponents. He likes to listen to her, trusts her, believes her every single word. In the end, she's the only person he can confide in.

"What does that mean, Bibi?" the king asks menacingly, almost scary.

In truth, however, it's the fear that slowly takes possession of Agust D.

"Nothing good."

Bibi whispers these words, aware of the fact that she will anger the king.

"You know that I hate it when you speak in riddles!"

"This time, I'm the one who has to solve the riddle first."

Silence.

Unusual to see the king speechless. Also, untypically for Bibi not to know the answer to a question.

"I promise you that I'll figure it out."

"I hope so...not even an assumption?"

She considers for a moment...before venturing to continue the conversation.

"No."

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Jungkook tries with all his might to transport his thoughts into the here and now – without success. He has been sitting on this building design for days, but his pencil stubbornly refuses to work. Annoyed, he slumps back into his swivel chair, whose castors start to roll. Reflexively, he reaches for the desk to pull himself closer again. Another glance at the paper - nothing. Spatial planning ideas are only briefly present in his mind, far too briefly to be captured on paper.