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The palace, once shrouded in an eerie silence, was now drowning in the mournful wails of a broken angel. The grand chamber, built of thick stone and gilded with the echoes of history, carried the lament of Kim Jimin—his sorrow weaving through the very walls like a requiem for the lost.

Sleepless maids stirred, their hearts aching for the caged soul who wept within these confines. Even among the royals, unrest simmered. The majestic Queen Kim Seokjin turned restlessly in his bed, discomfort gnawing at him—not because his chambers were lacking in luxury, but because something in Jimin's cries unsettled him. Whether it was mere humanity or something deeper, he refused to acknowledge. He did not wish to hear Jimin's sorrow, yet it seeped through every barrier, forcing its way into his consciousness.

"So much pretense," Seokjin muttered under his breath, sitting up with a sigh. "Acting innocent, acting loyal... How pitiful."

His gaze shifted to his husband, King Kim Namjoon, who lay in undisturbed slumber—a picture of deceptive peace. How different he looked from the ruthless ruler he had become. Seokjin's lips curled slightly, reminiscing about the young prince who had once sought his hand in marriage, a man who had not yet been consumed by power.

Shaking off the memories, he rose and strode toward Jimin's chamber. With each step, the cries grew louder, rawer. His brows knitted in frustration. Was there no end to this grief?

Without a second thought, he slammed the door open.

Jimin flinched violently at the sudden intrusion, his delicate fingers hastily wiping at the tears that traced silver paths down his cheeks. The fine fabric of his attire—still the same from earlier—soaked up his sorrow, though it failed to conceal it.

"H-hyung—"

"Enough, Jimin," Seokjin's voice was cold, his sharp eyes scanning the room. "Stop crying like this."

Jimin's grip on his dress tightened. "I w-want him back so b-badly, hyung—"

His voice cracked, breaking under the weight of his grief. It was not the weeping of a fragile soul, but of a heart that had loved too deeply, a devotion so profound it defied the cruelty of fate itself.

He could still hear Taehyung's voice in his mind, teasing him with playful arrogance. "Rely on no one but me, my love. Give me your all, and I shall be the only star that lights your path. The rest are merely passing shadows, their loyalty bound to the whims of fortune."

Jimin had laughed then, calling him ridiculous, accusing him of craving attention. But now, in the suffocating darkness left behind, Jimin understood.

His world had lost its only true light.