The entire palace was busy in preparation for the war. The smile was snatched from their faces within a single night. Hyesoo got elegantly dressed in a dark maroon gown. She caressed her baby bump and spoke to the little being inside it, "Let's bid farewell to your father with love. He is a strong man. He will be back sooner than we expect."
The Emperor of Elesia was dressed up in his golden battle armor. The last time he wore that was when he had attacked Realia. The chest had a dent in Hyesoo's sword. He deliberately didn't mend that for memories.
(Imagine its golden)
"Your Majesty, I shall prepare the army for departure." Namjoon bowed and left the room. He was looking extra big in the battle armour. His heavy metallic steps echoed in the corridor until they faded.
Yoongi took a sharp breath in and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The onyx eyes of the image were judging him. He took a sharp breath in. He was tensed. Not for the battle, he knew it would be tough but not anything that the Min Emperor couldn't handle. He was afraid of not being with his wife during her labour. He had promised to stay by her but now circumstances forced him to leave.
"The Empress is here, your Majesty." The guard informed.
Yoongi turned around to discover his elegantly dressed wife being escorted by the maids. The women left the royal couple alone. Hyesoo and Yoongi stared at each other for some seconds, trying to formulate what to say because none of them were mentally fine.
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