Telling you the tale of Jeongan Dynasty.
About struggle of human against evil.
Not connected by birth but for my motherland. What is a bit of pain ? Just a scratch left to be healed.
What is death ? If i can achieve my obssetion.
Lost there love...
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It was still early after there departure from temple. Glanging at the sky, Looking at the pleasant weather Jungkook decided to go for hunt.
" Coachman turm the carriage towards the hunting ground in west "
" As you wish your Majesty."
Hearing their destination Taehyung was slightly surprise and excited.
But soon his excitement dim down.
Even if they are going to the hunting it isn't necessary that he would be involved. Afterall royal hunting ground is for royals pastime and to impresse there women. Now he also comes under category of these 'womens'.
Folding his hand, slightly angry he can't help but sneer.
Jungkook eyed him in suprise as if not understanding reason behind his displeasure.
Taehyung's calm facade almost cracked no longer wanting to surprass his pampered nature. But after much hardship and reminder of 'Even if you don't want to respect him as king but he was once your hoobae. Hyung should not be angry on his dongsaeng." Only after repeating it like mantra did he calm down. Once again turning himself into saint: pure as snow and immovable as mountain.
(A/N hoobae = junior classmate Dongsaeng = something like little brother.)
The wheels of horse carriage spined leaving debris of dirt behind drifting in wind like the passionate bickering of young pairs inside. ....
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After few short turns around the capital they reached there destination: Royal hunting forest named as 'Xia Yung Ling Forest' .
Leaving the shade of carriage they step in the afternoon sun. There hairs tied up high, back ram rod straight with an elegant posture they stood tall and aloof from the bustling ground. Contrasting to the sweating guards in front.
After being suprise with there presence, an attended hurriedly came towards them holding an umbrella foward with both hands, his intension clear. " Your Majesty ? "
