A Tweak In Time (KTH) •Ongoing•

▶ Chapter VI

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"It takes more courage to let go,

than hold on."

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"Let's start with introductions, shall we? I believe it's the second time I initiated this and I hope I won't get any other answers than the ones I am asking." Taehyung placed two glasses of cold water on the coffee table and switched on the television and he kept it on a deficient volume to make them not feel that they were alone and make the situation more awkward than it already is.

He changed it to a random historical drama and threw the remote on the farthest sofa from him. Taehyung ruffled up his almost-dry hair and pivoted his neck to his left to start a conversation with her but her eyes were glued to the television.

"What is this, Your Majesty?" She nudged her chin towards the device. Images flicked in front of her irises as a blank expression was overpowering her emotions, masking them.

"A television?" Taehyung uttered out stupidly.

"Ah, I see. It's very pretty." A smile, almost sad, carved on her pale lips. Taehyung couldn't help but notice that and something within him shifted when her eyes blinked with so much longing. Maybe she was missing her home? Maybe a person?

"Anyway, what did I say about 'Your Majesty'-"

"I can't." She replied abruptly, cutting him off. Her sharp reply caused Taehyung to shut up immediately. He was so used to her polite tone that the harsh one caught him by the wind.

"I can't," She repeated her words, this time more slowly as if rephrasing her sudden outburst, "It's a sin to call the emperor or the king by his name and I won't do that, as much as you want to convince me to do so." Words spurred out on their own as her eyes remain stitched towards the screen. The drama was now showing a scene of a royal court and all the courtiers were bowing down to the man clad in red, walking towards his throne with grace and dignity.

"Who said that I was the emperor? I don't even look like one for strawberry's sake!" Taehyung protested as he made himself comfortable with a bunch of stolen pillows from the other sofas.

"Her Highness did, Your Majesty." Her answer made Taehyung almost roll his eyes.

"And I'm assuming that you're not going to expose her and tell who she is, isn't it?" He stated the obvious to which she nodded her head very briefly.

"It is not a practical sin to name the other nobility by their names but it must be kept to the most minimum and as I'm going to be an empress, it's better that I keep my mouth shut. But one hint, Your Majesty, you know her." She replied as she reached for her tumbler.

Taehyung pressured his brain to think hard about who she might be. The woman who put the wrong idea of him being an emperor. In no way he could be an emperor, even in his previous lives, he's too stupid for that position.

"Whatever, I will hear it from your mouth one way or the other. For now, let's just focus on what you must address me and it's certainly not 'Your Majesty'," For the first time in the night, she averted her attention away from the screen and onto the male perched beside her.

"How about...Mister Kim?" He suggested after thinking for a while.

"Is it a formal title addressed to the high ranked, here?" Bewilderment rushed to her soft features to which Taehyung vigorously nodded his head in agreement.