14. 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃

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Myrah Pov (Continuation)

"Yoongi," I called.

Yoongi bowed as he looked at me in amazement, "You are familiar with my name!"

"Of course, Hobi has told me. The man with small eyes and big cheeks- Oh! Hobi really did tell me about this, and the secret Detective of my husband!" I exclaimed. His thin gaze never left my eyes as much as he didn't take efforts to look down or away from my wet, dribbling body. What can I say, I came as soon as he called, in my clammy apparel in the rain.

To his utter despair, he can't do it to even hide his burning face, which I took bliss staring at. I moved near him deliberately as he took a step back,

"I am not here to survey you, My Queen. Rather I am entrusted with the job to stay with you as your guard and shield you and be the head of your security." I rubbed my nose feeling itchy.

"Why would I need one? You did see me tending the killers well enough." I tried to talk to him. If he stays with me, I can't even move a hair to pluck it.

"Namjoon has asked me, Your Highness. And it seems you pretty much took care of yesterday's event," he commented as I nodded my head in an assertion. Should I seduce him?

"Ah- Achoo" I sneezed loudly, bringing my hands to my nose. Well... Not this time.

Yoongi flinched to my surprise and looked around to find something, "Please go back to your chamber, my Queen. You will get ill," he said. That's quite a response.

"Mira was influenced. It is better to keep rivals near. I can take care of it," I ushered him as he replied, "Sure. You can take a nap while I organize my men around. Good night, Your Excellence," he wished.

Namjoon... Namjoon... Namjoon, what shall I do with you..., I kept mulling over as I walked to my space.

*

I woke up as early as possible, dressed, and left my palace grounds when I met Hyunjin. What a sweet face and a way to start my morning! His eyes looked around disdainfully as he came near me.

"Morning, Your Highness."

"What do you have?" I asked as he took a scroll from his robes and gave me.

"This contains the statements about the slave and the minor," he informed me as I grasped it tightly.

"You have the kid?" I asked him if he has some leverage here to get this done in a day, and that is fishy.

"It was tough, yes but within the evening, the son will be in our grips, I assure you, Your Majesty," he replied as I stared at him, and with no further thoughts, I ordered, "Kill the kid."

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