Myrah Sanchez, a woman whose blood drums in rhythm when she holds her sword, married Jimin to gain her retribution. Unfortunately for him, it was his close people who were about to meet their end. Even when he banned her, she grew wild enough to kil...
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"When the sun rose in the corner, I adored its beauty Unrealizing that it overshades the moon."
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4 days later
Myrah pov
A large purple robe hugged my body gloriously. I can't help but adore my body, my beauty– a particular reason I love myself.
What is the use when my soul is grey? Convincingly, I find my stoic expression suits me more and makes me irresistibly intimidating, and the easier it is for me to play with my senses.
Love yourself to forgive yourself, I reminded myself.
Today is the Day of the Feast. Lots of fun awaits and I just can never wait for it, I supposed and chuckled at myself.
Silly me, A poison takes time to corrupt the soul, and nothing can remedy it.
*
The Grand Palace was swarming with maids and soldiers and every feasible High Birth.
The huge main hall was festooned with exquisite designs and huge seating areas, with ample use of red silk and gems and stones.
Jimin walked towards me with a warm smile. "You look incredible. My Queen," he complimented.
"You look incredible as well, My King," I replied reticently, gulping down a few words as well.
He laid his soft hands on my back and guided me through the place as we met some princes all along.
My mind was jittery and my legs dragged themselves to the garden as my hands kept squishing the fabric. I grew wary even though I know the plan will not go awry, yet I was anxious. I was deeply lost in thought.
Someone bowed lightly and introduced himself pulling me out of the predicament.
"Greetings Your Highness, I am Prince Kim SeokJin of Qin." I bowed back, fascinated with his features, his thin lips, large eyes, and proportional face with highlighting broad shoulders, he looked like an angel. Sadly that's not my type, I reckoned.
"Greetings to you as well Prince Seokjin," I grinned back
"You can call me Jin, Your Highness. I saw you leave back then. As they said, the moon is covetous of your beauty. I couldn't help but notice your anxiety, Your Majesty. Are you all right?"
You're the moon, Jin, I thought.
"Certainly. What can harm me in my kingdom?'" I asked when someone stepped in and pulled me away from the angel. It was Jimin. I sighed internally. Is he jealous? or maybe not? He is drunk.
