Divorcing My Royal Highness||JJK FF||

Chapter 1 - 3 years ago

Y/N pov:

3 years ago

As I was standing in front of the aisle with my father, and as I tucked my hand under his hand, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling within me.

The grand hall was adorned with delicate flowers and shimmering lights, reflecting the joy of this momentous occasion. My heart fluttered, not just with the thrill of getting married to Jungkook, but also because of the weight of my father's protective presence beside me.

I was feeling a little happy because I was about to marry Jungkook, a man whose bravery in battle had been the talk of the kingdom.

Who wouldn't want to marry a valiant and handsome ruler, revered by many and admired for his strength? The stories of his valor had painted him as a hero in my mind, and now, standing here, I felt a rush of pride to be his bride.

Honestly, I wasn't really feeling sad after leaving my family. Instead, a sense of liberation enveloped me, a new chapter waiting to be written as I envisioned my life beside Jungkook.

My gaze searched for him among the gathered guests, and the moment our eyes met, a smile spread across his face, brightening my heart.

It was an unspoken connection that reassured me I was making the right choice.

My father, adjusting his suit with a hint of nervousness, caught our interaction and leaned closer to me, his voice low yet firm.

"Don't expect anything from this guy. He may have a beautiful smile, but remember, it can manipulate many women into his sugarcoated trap."

His words hung in the air, heavy with caution, and I felt a wave of confusion wash over me. What trap was he speaking of? I had no reason to doubt Jungkook, but my father's words lingered, leaving me momentarily unsettled.

However, as we began taking steps toward Jungkook, my heart pounded in my chest, drowning out my thoughts. Each step felt monumental, the fabric of my wedding gown swishing around my legs, amplifying the surreal nature of the moment.

I was filled with a beautiful feeling that I had never experienced before, a blend of joy and trepidation, but little did I know it would not last.

My father gently placed my hand into Jungkook's, a symbolic gesture that marked my transition from daughter to wife. As my father returned to his seat, I felt a rush of shyness envelop me.

Jungkook's grip was firm yet tender, and the warmth of his touch sent a blush creeping up my cheeks, deepening the crimson hue. I glanced up at him, and our eyes locked; in that instant, the world around us faded, leaving only the two of us in that sacred moment.

Suddenly, the priest entered the hall, his presence commanding yet comforting. He greeted the assembled guests with a warm smile, inviting them to join in singing the opening hymn, "Gloria."

The sound of voices filled the air, creating an atmosphere of unity and celebration. After the hymn, the priest led us into an opening prayer, his voice resonating throughout the hall, asking for God's blessings on our union.

"Now let us humbly invoke God's blessing upon this bride and groom, that in His kindness, He may favor with His help those on whom He has bestowed the Sacrament of Matrimony," he said, his tone solemn yet hopeful.

As the prayer concluded, it was finally time to exchange our wedding vows. I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I began, "I, Yang Y/N, take Jeon Jungkook to be my lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will love and honor you all the days of my life."