𝐀 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 5 │𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱? ❦

In the heart of a dense forest, a man admired the surrounding flora. He walked down the forest lane, his one hand carrying a shotgun, as his small inclined eyes explored the fauna for a suitable target.

Another male tailed behind him, with his alert mind to safeguard the man walking in front of him, at any cost. He then spoke with his doe eyes and melodious voice, "Hyung, look there! You've got your perfect target for practice."

The older male wasted no seconds, and looked in the direction of his pointing fingers; his eyes landed on an enchanting pixie bird resting peacefully on the shrub's branch, chirping a melody. Its yellow feathers had a hint of glitter in them making them glisten as the morning sunlight reached the ground, tearing the canopy created by the leaves and branches of the heightened trees.

The Hyung in question pulled his shotgun upwards, holding it towards the little enchanting creature. He couldn't deny the hint of guilt he felt in his heart, but it was soon buried by the satisfaction of hitting such a trifling target perfectly.

His fingers hugged the trigger guard, as he slid his index finger, he glanced at his younger brother standing beside him, whose orbs were filled with anticipation. But before the bullet was fired, a voice interrupted them.

"Your Majesty! I apologise for interrupting your session, but I have bought what you've ordered me to," a royal guard said.

"Show me," the man with the shotgun, said while dropping his gun.

The sentry moved ahead while lowering his neck, to hand the envelope in the King's hands, but a strong hand with tattoos stopped him from doing so.

The younger male, whose features once carried a soft look enhanced by his doe eyes, was now totally gone, turning them into a look of anger and agitation.

"How dare you directly offer the envelope with your filthy hands to His Majesty!" The younger male retorted while snatching away the envelope in his command.

"I am sorry, sir! This won't happen ever again. Please, Your Majesty! Spare me this time!" The royal guard bowed as he pleaded in front of the King.

"I chose you for this task because of your excellent skills at a young age, and you even completed it successfully.... so maybe I can spare you for your first mistake, but," the King paused.

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"Didn't Bulter Ahn announced referring to both of my brothers with honorifics!" the King growled in a thick voice.

Ever since Father left us behind these peasants are losing their discipline. The King thought before he pointed his shotgun at the pleading royal guard.

"Maybe I found my final prey," the King spoke with venom wrapped around his tongue and smiled lewdly.

"Your Majesty! Please spare me! Your Majesty... PLEASE!" The guard's cries echoed in the forest as he went on his knees and pleaded.

"I can spare you," the King whispered in his low husky voice, which made the guard's head rise in hope, "Only if I'm satisfied by the content written in here," with that being said, the King took the letter in one hand while the other was still pointing the gun towards the guard.

King's eyes traced every letter written on the piece of paper, and slowly a smirk made its place on his lips. He handed the paper to his brother and straightened his arm, pointing the shotgun in the guard's direction.

*BANG*

The chirping birds that sat across the branches of the trees abruptly flew away, from the roaring voice of a gunshot. A  traumatized howl was heard along with some whimpers.