I will Never Be Yours Your Majesty..(HopeV Fanfic)

Chapter 6

It was mid of the night, the moon is spreading it's moonlight in the dark sky, and falling on the white snow and the white walls of the palace, making it look more ethereal.

Namjoon, the royal advisor of Jung hoseok, is standing in front of him in his chamber, with a stern expression on his face, as he want to ask answers of his hundred of questions.

"Your majesty, how you can just pick a random prince, and that too from a small village, which existence do not even known by half of the world? How can you decide a person to become the queen of Ethiopia, who is almost a kid, and do not know a thing about governance at all?!" Namjoon asked sternly, but in his formal voice.

Hoseok placed the chalice of his makgeolli on the table, and turned his attention towards the royal advisor now.

"Are you, doubting my verdict by any chance, royal advisor Kim namjoon?" Asked hoseok, and namjoon fell silent.

"I gave this work of finding a perfect wife for me to you a long ago, but you failed to do it. So, I decided to take this in my hands, and selected a perfect queen for Ethiopia." Hoseok said, with a stern face. Namjoon sighed, and rubbed on his forehead in frustration. That kid, is nowhere of being perfect. He understand it very well, that the king is marrying him, because of his ethereal beauty only.

"But your majesty, he is too young to understand the role as a queen. And that too, when the reign he will have to rule on, is Ethiopia, which is not only the biggest reign of this period, but also the strongest." He said, trying to make the king understand, and realize about the situation.

"You do not have to worry about it, namjoon. He is going to be my wife, and my queen. It is the thing, about which I should be worried. So, you can leave for now, as I want to take rest." Said hoseok, with his hands placed on his back.

Namjoon nodded, and bowed to him, before leaving the chamber. The chamber, is dimly lighted by light of the oil lamps, and very little light of moon, is coming through the curtains of the terrace, making the room light up a little.

Hoseok's pov

As soon as he left, I picked a vase in my hand, and threw it on floor with all my strength, making tyhat vase shatter in million of pieces.

I am breathing heavily, as my I am feeling rage raising in my body.

Namjoon ruined my mood. But if I think about it, he was not wrong. He was just concerned about Ethiopia, and fulfilling his duty as a royal advisor.

But.

No one is allowed to question my decisions, does not matter, who the person is in front of me.

As I was thinking about all of this, my eyes fell on the painting of taehyung, which is kept on my bed.

I walked towards it, and picked it in my hands. For few moments, I stared at it, without even blinking. He is, beautiful. So beautiful to be real. I thought to myself, and caressed on it with my thumb.

Slowly, I laid down on my bed, with my eyes still stuck on the beautiful painting of my soon to be wife. His eyes, nose, lips, which are soon going to get intoxicated by me, his hair, his jawline and his cheeks. Everything about him is just perfect.

"How can someone be so beautiful as you, Kim taehyung." I mumbled to myself.

I can not wait to mark him, and claim him as mine now.

Tomorrow, you will be mine, totally mine, prince taehyung. I thought to myself, and smirked little.

Slowly, I placed my lips on the lips of his painting, with my eyes closed, imagining doing this, to him tomorrow's night.