The warm evening sun bathed the palace gardens in golden hues, but Jungkook’s heart felt cold. She sat on a stone bench beside her son, Taegguk, who was excitedly chattering about the new people he had met. Jungkook smiled softly at him, but her eyes flickered briefly to where Taehyung stood at a distance, watching them. She noticed the longing in his gaze but quickly looked away, masking her emotions with an air of indifference.
Jungkook’s POV:
He’s staring again. Does he think I’ll run into his arms? No. Not after everything that happened. He may be my husband, but he never loved me. I begged, I pleaded for even a shred of affection. And yet, he stood by while I was humiliated, broken, and discarded.
Her hand instinctively tightened into a fist as flashes of her past flooded her mind.
The ridicule she endured from the palace elders and ministers who whispered cruelly about her inability to bear an heir.
The night she begged Taehyung, tears streaming down her face, to love her, just once, just for a moment—but he remained distant, locked in his cold silence.
The haunting memory of almost being molested by a minister, only to find her "king" doing nothing to protect her.
The devastating day she was accused of causing the death of their unborn child—a tragedy that had shattered her completely.
And finally, the heart-wrenching moment when, after giving birth to their son, she was unceremoniously thrown out of the palace within a year.
Jungkook blinked back tears, forcing her face into a mask of composure. She couldn’t hate Taehyung, but she also couldn’t forgive him—not yet.
Jungkook’s POV:
No, I can’t let myself falter. He needs to regret what he did to me. He needs to understand the pain I’ve endured. Only then… only then will I decide if he’s worthy of my forgiveness.
Taehyung, gathering his courage, finally approached them. Jungkook noticed his hesitant steps but pretended not to care.
Jungkook: “Gguki,” she said softly to her son, “go to your Uncle Yoongi for a while. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
Taegguk looked at her curiously but nodded. “Okay, Mumma!” He ran off toward Yoongi, leaving his parents alone.
Jungkook stood up, her face devoid of emotion, and turned to Taehyung.
Jungkook: “Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said coolly, bowing slightly.
The formal address hit Taehyung like a slap to the face. He blinked, shocked by the coldness in her tone.
Taehyung: “Jungkook… why are you…”
She interrupted him before he could finish.
Jungkook: “Before you say anything, let me make something clear. That letter you received… the one I wrote with excitement… Forget it. I don’t even know why I wrote it. Maybe it was a moment of weakness. But don’t get your hopes up. I’m here for one reason and one reason only—my son.”
Taehyung flinched at her words.
Taehyung: “Only for him?”
Jungkook: “Yes. Only for him.”
Taehyung’s shoulders slumped, the weight of his guilt evident in his posture.
Taehyung: “I suppose I’ve lost my chance to explain myself, haven’t I?”
Jungkook’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and sadness.
Jungkook: “Explain yourself? I gave you years to explain. Years, Taehyung. I begged for your love, for even an ounce of respect. And what did I get? Silence. You didn’t have time for me then, and now… I don’t have time for your explanations.”
She turned to leave, but Taehyung grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
Taehyung: “Jungkook… don’t you love me anymore? My queen…”
My queen…”this sentence repeated in her mind
The way he addressed her sent shivers down her spine. Her heart betrayed her, skipping a beat at the sound of “my queen.” But she quickly steeled herself, forcing her emotions to the surface.
Jungkook’s POV:
Don’t melt, Jungkook. Don’t let him win this time. He needs to learn what it feels like to lose, to regret, to long for something he can’t have.
She pulled her hand away harshly, her face a mask of defiance.
Jungkook: “Love you? No, Taehyung. I don’t love you anymore. And as for that letter—it wasn’t even my idea. Zhan wrote it because I didn’t want to write anything myself.”
The lie tasted bitter on her tongue, but she told herself it was necessary.
Jungkook’s POV:
Lying is wrong, but this time, it’s the only way to make him feel the pain he caused me. He needs to understand.
She walked away, leaving Taehyung standing there, guilt and heartbreak etched into his features.
Taehyung’s POV:
Taehyung stared after her, his heart feeling heavier than it ever had before. He tilted his head up toward the sky, tears slipping down his cheeks.
Taehyung (murmuring): “Will I ever get her love back? Did I lose her for good? Did I lose my queen… my love?”
You think i didn't do anything but you don't know I punished that minister I punished him brutally that he still in cell of prision bleeding pleading to die .
Memories of their first meeting flooded his mind, bringing a faint, bittersweet smile to his lips.
Taehyung’s Flashback:
He remembered the first time he saw her—her fiery spirit, her determination. She was unlike anyone he had ever met. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was powerful. She ruled over everyone with grace and authority, even over him.
Taehyung (to himself):
You were the most stunning woman I’d ever seen. That brattiness, the way you handled a sword as if it were an extension of yourself… You were fearless, fierce, and just. You helped me win a war, brought justice to the people, and brought light into the darkest corners of my life.
He clenched his fists, his regret growing with every passing second.
Taehyung: “People say queens aren’t born but made. But you… you were born a queen. You were my queen. And now…”
He let out a shaky breath.
Taehyung: “Now, I’ve lost you. I was too blind to see your worth, too late to understand how much I loved you. But I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your love again, Jungkook. I swear it.”
His resolve hardened. This wasn’t over—not yet.
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