⚜REST WITHIN ME⚜ [Namjin] [Taekook]

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The throne replaces with a new king, Kim Namjoon, the ruler of Scotland.  With a celebration he accepts the throne. As the eldest son of the family, after the sudden death of his father, he is crowned as the king. This is all unexpected and rushed, since he wasn't even prepared for it, although he was very much trained towards kingship since a long time. But out of nowhere the responsibility of thousands of people has piled on his head with the golden crown.

However, not only the kingdom but also there is another price his father remained for him. As his last wish the late king had proposed a marriage with the princess of Rome named Kim Jisoo for his son. Even without his agreement or acknowledgment, his father has confirmed the alliance from the seal of the royalty and moreover the king of Rome has also signed it.

Without a word a messenger departs his way to Rome in order to invite the future queen to her right place. Namjoon hasn't met Jisoo anytime because he ,himself lives more like an introvert, always cornered to the kingdom borders and seldom reaching beyond that. His personality is stiff and stern, firm to be seen with a locked heart for 'love'. His wedding is beyond his approval and neither has he seen his future wife yet. As by a meteorite his ordinary routine is collapsed, a sudden weight of people and a forced marriage bound his life with more chains. Neither he can resist his fate nor can he abandon his father's last will. As a son, a good example for others he must  confine his freedom and guide himself along the path that suits the best. But one thing is inscribed. He'll treat this woman like a queen with no aversion to her but can never offer what an ideal husband could. As strangers on bed with distanced intimacy and without any touch he'll convince the woman to accept her fate somehow.

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Soon after the third day of his crowning, the royal court gathers with people dressed in expensive clothes. Namjoon walks over to the throne and glances at the whole court before settling. His knights rest beside him, well equipped, and on his right, his younger brother Kim Taehyung has perched upon his seat, holding a dour expression.

Just then, the ironic doors open and a messenger walks in, accompanied by few maidens carrying trays laden with golds and gifts and few knights reinforced with weapons.

-Greetings to our King of Scotland, Kim Namjoon. Hereby, I present, your future queen, my lord. The human form of goddess Venus, Roman's representative beauty, princess Jisoo...
(A soft, flowing music of lyres chimes as the princess walks in with a slight smile dressing her ethereal face, followed by maids. She is dressed in a white purple mixed gown. Some jewels reflecting her beauty and the curly black hair tied in a loose bun and with a head crown of blossoms. With a polite bow she smiles at the young king on the throne, who bows his head in respect yet exchanges less pleasantries.)

- Greetings from Rome, your majesty. I am Kim Jisoo, daughter of King Andreas and Queen Fiona, princess of Rome.

-Welcome to Scotland, princess Jisoo.
(The king stands up and walks closer to her, his gloved hands attached to his back and a forced smile on his face. He gently holds one of her laced hands and presses a mild kiss on the knuckles at her who curtsies back in respect. But before he can proceed with the introductions, the foreign herald interjects again, announcing a name of someone who wasn't included in Namjoon's guest list.)

-My lord, meet our human form of god Adonis, the youngest prince of Rome, Kim Seokjin.
(Namjoon peeks over the princess's head in confusion, wholly unprepared to meet this unexpected visitor. When all of them cleared their way , a young male with a soft, mischievous smile frolicking on his rich, plump lips walks in. His ravenatte hair carelessly tied to a ponytail, the fire of juvenescence sparkling in the majestic blue eyes, and being dressed in silk robes with less jewels. Stupefied from the ineffable beauty who is ranging towards him, Namjoon feels a kindle of some afresh emotion tugging at his heart)

-Jisoo...
(Seokjin runs the remaining way towards his sister who smiles nervously after assessing the deep, chestnut brown eyes of the king widening seeing her brother, and bows before the surprised gaze.)

-Highness, forgive us for not mentioning his arrival before, but my brother clearly didn't let me come alone, your majesty. Will it trouble you if he stays with us?
(Seokjin, who now stands protectively behind his sister, pouts his lips at Namjoon, those doe-like eyes enticing, and effortlessly strumming a cord in the king's aloof heart. It takes a few seconds for Namjoon to finally assemble the pieces of his thoughts and weave an eligible answer.)

-I see no grudge upon his stay, my lady. Of course, your brother is allowed to reside in Scotland as long as he desires.  After all he will be my brother-in-law in no time.
(Hearing the approval, a bright, pearly-white grin spreads on the prince's face. He bows his head slightly in gratitude, sparing a glimpse at his sister hums under her breath, feigning a smile at her future husband. Though she endeavors to bound her emotions, they resurface for a while, and her face shadows by gloom and dismay after hearing her marriage.

Namjoon is seen nodding his head the siblings and stretching his gaze over the nobles in the court, before addressing aloud.)

-I, the king of Scotland, orders to prepare the wedding ceremony in three days. The 25th of this month, the princess of Rome will be enrolled as the queen of Scotland. Inform the bishops and the church regarding our marriage.
(The court humbly declares their wishes and support for the King and their future Queen, although the whole time, Namjoon maintains his gaze upon the Roman prince who grins vivaciously at him, his exuberance vividly setting the entire environment in delight, although Namjoon doesn't feel much lit by the thought of his marriage. Nevertheless, for some known reason, the king allows himself to smile genuinely for the first time, his eyes never retreating from the oblivious blue ones)