A girl, dressed in royal attire, played joyfully with children in the playhouse. Her laughter was like the soft melody of bells until a boy approached her with curious eyes.
Boy: “Noona.”
Girl: “What’s the matter, Prince?”
Boy: “I want to know about her.”
Girl: “Who?”
The boy grabbed her wrist suddenly, determination written across his face.
Boy: “Come with me.”
He led her towards a particular room. The other children, intrigued by this sudden development, followed closely behind them. As the group neared a heavily guarded room, the girl’s previously calm demeanor turned tense. The two guards standing at the entrance immediately stopped them.
Guard: “Prince, no one is allowed to enter this room.”
Prince: “As the future king, I am ordering you to leave this place.”
Guard: “But, Prince, if the King finds out, he will kill us.”
Prince: “If you don’t let me in, I will kill you myself. Now, choose your fate.”
The girl, Jiya, observed the boy with a proud grin on her face. She admired his courage and sense of authority despite his young age.
Guard: “Miss Jiya…”
Jiya: “Let him through, John. You can’t stop him. Don’t forget whose son he is.”
The guard hesitated but then sighed deeply, bowing his head to Prince Taegguk. Slowly, he unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Jiya: “John, go and inform Yoongi hyung and the others. Tell them the Prince wants to know about someone.”
The guard nodded, bowed, and left immediately. Jiya stood with a smirk, watching the young prince with growing anticipation.
Jiya: “Let’s see, hyung, how you’ll stop your son from learning the truth about his life… about his Queen.”
In Yoongi’s Chamber
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Yoongi stood in front of a mirror, adjusting his royal robes. His wife stood nearby, helping him select the appropriate attire for an upcoming meeting.
Wife: “Yoongi, just wear this. It’s perfect for the occasion.”
Yoongi: “minie, I need to look presentable. Otherwise, your brother will find yet another reason to taunt me.”
Wife: “He’s your king, after all.”
At her casual words, Yoongi’s face darkened, and his expression hardened.
Yoongi: “HE IS NOT MY KING! KIM JIMIN, WATCH YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU SPEAK!”
Jimin froze at the sudden outburst.
Jimin: “Hyung”
Yoongi: “HE IS NOTHING TO ME! IF I EVER GET THE CHANCE, I WON’T HESITATE TO SLASH HIS HEAD FROM HIS BODY! BUT MY HANDS ARE TIED BECAUSE OF THAT PROMISE. AND YOU KNOW WHICH PROMISE!”
Jimin’s voice trembled as he tried to calm his elder brother down.
Jimin: “Hyung, please calm down. It’s Min Jimin, not Kim Jimin.”
Yoongi: “Never call him my king, Jimin. He may rule this kingdom, but he will never rule me.”
A knock interrupted their tense exchange.
Jimin: “Come in.”
Guard: “Master Min, Prince Taegguk…”
Yoongi: “What about him?”
Guard: “He is in the forbidden room.”
A sly smirk spread across Yoongi’s face. Jimin noticed it immediately.
Jimin: “Hyung, what are you thinking?”
Yoongi: “Don’t tell him.”
Jimin: “Why not?”
Yoongi: “Pain.”
Jimin: “Pain? What pain?”
Yoongi: “Imagine the agony of having your own blood start to hate you. That is the pain he deserves.”
Jimin’s voice shook with anger and disbelief.
Jimin: “Why have you changed, Yoongi? You weren’t like this before. You were never this cruel!”
Yoongi: “I have always been this way, Jimin. From the moment I was born, cruelty ran through my veins. But she… she tamed the beast within me. Her warmth, her kindness, her motherly love—they made me human. She gave me a mother’s love when I had none. And I swore to protect her with my life.”
Yoongi’s voice softened as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
Yoongi: “But now… now she is gone. And the beast has returned.”
Jimin placed a hand on his shoulder.
Jimin: “Hyung, she will forgive you. I know she will.”
Yoongi turned and gave a faint smile.
Yoongi: “Let’s go to the Prince.”
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In the Forbidden Room
Prince Taegguk stepped into the room, and the air shifted immediately. A comforting warmth and a unique fragrance filled his senses, calming him in a way he could not explain.
Taegguk: “Noona, who is she?”
He pointed towards a photo frame hanging on the wall.
Child: “Prince, the King will be furious if he finds out we’re here. We should leave.”
Taegguk: “I’ll handle my father. Noona, just tell me—who is she?”
Jiya studied him quietly before speaking.
Jiya: “What do you think of this room, gguk?”
Taegguk: “It’s beautiful, noona. This scent… it’s comforting.”
Jiya: “Now you understand why your father comes here whenever he’s stressed.”
Taegguk: “Stop speaking in riddles! Just tell me who she is!”
Taegguk’s eyes flashed red with anger, his young face twisted with frustration.
Taegguk: “WHO IS SHE?”
A deep voice echoed from behind them.
Yoongi: “SHE IS OUR QUEEN.”
Taegguk froze, his body stiffening at the sound of his uncle’s voice.
Taegguk: “Uncle Yoongi…”
Yoongi: “You asked who she is, and I’m telling you. She is our Queen.”
Taegguk: “But the Queen is my mom…”
Yoongi: “The person in that photo is your real mother.”
The room fell into a stunned silence as Taegguk turned back to the photo.
Yoongi: “Her name was Kim Jungkook. Your name is a fusion of theirs—Taehyung and Jungkook. Taegguk.”
Taegguk stared at the photo, tears brimming in his eyes as he traced the frame with trembling fingers.
Taegguk: “Mom ,I knew it. That woman isn’t my mom. This is my mom. Uncle, tell me about her.”
Yoongi’s gaze softened, and he began to speak.
Yoongi: “Your mother was the youngest daughter of the Jeon dynasty. A lioness on the battlefield, a goddess to her people. She ruled over not just the kingdom, but your father’s heart. He bowed to her—the only one he ever bowed to.”
Taegguk: “Then why did she leave me? Why did she leave her only son?”
Yoongi’s voice turned bitter.
Yoongi: “Your father’s stubbornness. His selfishness. His blind love for the woman who is now your stepmother.”
Taegguk clenched his fists tightly, his anger growing with every word.
Yoongi: “Do you want to know more?”
Taegguk: “No. I want to see my father.”
As he stormed out, he called back to Yoongi.
Taegguk: “Uncle, move her photo to my father’s room. Remove every trace of that woman from his room—and mine.”
Yoongi smiled darkly, watching the boy leave.
Yoongi: “It will be done, gguk.”
Jiya watched with a smirk, her eyes gleaming.
Jiya: “This is going to be entertaining.”
Jimin: “What’s going to be entertaining?”
Yoongi: “Prepare her favorite dishes, Jimin. After nine long years, she is coming back.”
Jiya: “Our Queen is finally returning.
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I have made some edits in this chapter
You can see my pattern of writing had been changed that due to my sister I sent her my previous written parts she sent me by correcting it
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