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12. 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

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Myrah POV

Did he figure me out? No way, I held the hands that had the dagger, I moved it down, near my heart.

"What do you want, Myrah?" he asked as I huffed, "Kill me if that makes you trust me," I valiantly let out.

He answered back with silence, my grip on his hand constricted as I tried to push it in against his strong grip, but he quickly pulled out his hands. Hah, I knew so.

"I don't want you dead, give me your heart, yourself into me... For me to trust upon us," he spoke as he gazed into my eyes.

Something inside me cried that I shouldn't do this, but it ended up with me claiming, "I am all yours."

I was sure I was being calculative, but a fear grew inside me... What if it was genuine?

He leaned closer for an indisputable kiss, damn I was waiting for this instant. As his face crawled near me, we were deterred by Namjoon.

"Your Majesty, your attendance is extremely essential somewhere, please follow me," he implored as Jimin sighed.

Kiss me before you depart, I prayed.

He turned around to give a peck, just a peck.

That's bad... or conceivably best for me since I don't have to fret much about this "Jimin effect."

"Take care of the nation. I will be back by the next day," he insisted. Concerning less about him, I nodded and clutched onto him. "Take care Jimin."

His feet faded away at the corner as I looked around and clapped my hands, a few maids rushed in. "Bring me the best red wine," I asked.

How can I not drink wine, being in a vineyard?

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Mature content ahead

Thankfully, I was not tipsy enough for me to lie down anywhere. Though I had a glass bottle of wine in my hands, I have good booze tolerance.

No Jimin... The whole bed is for me! I was joyful as I opened the door to my room. As soon as I got inside, I felt goosebumps when the chill air etched around my skin. I moved near the lamp, desiring to heat myself.

The large yellow lamp that lit on the side of the wall, illuminated in warmth. How nice... I sat down on the chair nearby and gulped down a few chugs of wine.

Hic-

My daze zoomed out, and as glinting dark shadows danced in the light, I intuitively bent down as a dagger flew through the air. I turned to face the figure, there were three of them, covered in themself in dark excluding their dark eyes.

They got no chance against me, I am amused myself. One of the men swayed his knife near me as I kicked his leg and stood up. My hands gripped the golden dagger that I retrieved as I looked at him, bringing my left hand towards my right which carried the dagger defensively. My eyes grew wide in prudence, my heart beat rapidly as all three lunged at me, swinging their swords in the air as I moved back, circumventing their attack.

My back hit the wall as the man spoke behind his clothed face, "You're cornered, Miss," he spoke brashly.

My hands clutched the curtain and hauled it down, bringing down the wooden stake that supported the curtain. The large satin cloth fell upon the men as I shoved my dagger onto the clothes, ripping the apparel along with one's skin as the man grunted, I twirled the knife as the other men, cut the clothing.

I realized that I stabbed that assassin's abdomen. That feels good, I remarked with a new good feeling about this.

Not giving them a sheer chance to revise to their surroundings, I pulled back the dagger and jabbed at one of their necks, his hands held upon mine, relaxed as he fell.

Pulling his rapier, I launched at the last man, his blade moved close to my shoulder in a swish as I impaled him. With my other hand, I stabbed his other side continually, as I roared in pleasure when the silence was restored.

One man was still breathing. I shifted near him and paused as I hiccuped, chafing my chest soothingly. I sat in the same chair, looking at the man who was drawing breath heavily, with his other hand above his bleeding abdomen.

I kicked his knife away and hiccuped again. I groaned as I took the bottle and had a maw of fizz wine, burning down my throat, I moaned. Hyper... and moody.

A faint view of Jimin appeared in front of my eyes as I fluttered my eyes, I threw a dagger at the man's neck, sulking. I stood up and proceeded towards his almost dead body, and I pressed my shoe upon the handle, "This is Queen Myrah you dipshit!' I spat as I thrust his knife deep, barely attending to my feet.

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After two minutes or so, the room was opened by Yoongi, pursued by his men. I grabbed the bottle and dragged myself out of the room as Yoongi stared at me and the lovely mess I created.

"Nighty Night, Yoongi," I mumbled as I passed by him. Too sleepy, I walked to my hall and crashed onto the sofa.

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A/n:

Dararara ra ra ri...

You guys, am soo excited to write this story, cuz I have prepared a lot. Many twists and treats. Wah wah wahhhh. Stay tuned (●'□')♡