Sweet Thirst

Chapter 9

Author POV:

He came out of his chamber with the chief following him from behind. There is a more than necessary distance between the prince and the chief, as Yoongi is afraid of his own shadow accidentally touching the prince and committing the most dangerous sin in this world.

The Vampire Prince strides through the moonlit corridors of the castle, each step echoing with a chilling certainty. His footsteps are a symphony of dread, a haunting rhythm that freezes the blood of any mortal who dares to listen.

His boots, crafted from the finest black leather, strike the cold stone floor with unwavering confidence. Each thud resonates through the castle's hollow chambers, announcing his presence like a malevolent proclamation.

The rhythm is deliberate as if he knows he is the master of this domain. His gait exudes power—a predator's grace wrapped in princely elegance.

The castle walls seem to absorb his footsteps, amplifying their malevolence. The echoes twist and coil like spectral serpents, slithering along the corridors.
The Servants huddle in their chambers, clutching crucifixes as they hear these sounds daily and are still not accustomed to it which sounds like a herald of doom.

His is carrying an otherworldly weight of dangerous beauty.
Yet, paradoxically, there's an eerie silence to his approach. The air grows colder, and torch flames flicker as if in fear.

His footsteps leave no trace—no scuff marks or dust disturbed. It's as though he glides above reality, tethered only by malevolence.

The prince’s face is expressionless, but his eyes betray a sense of purpose and determination. As he approaches the court, he slows down and his gaze becomes more focused. The courtiers bow as he enters, but the prince barely acknowledges them.

The throne room is dimly lit with flickering torches on the walls. The throne itself is made of dark wood and is adorned with intricate carvings of bats and other creatures of the night. The king sits on the larger throne in the center of the room, with his queen seated on a smaller throne to his left. The oldest son of the king is seated on the throne arranged on the left side of his mother. The thrones are arranged in a semicircle facing the courtiers who have gathered to hear their ruler’s words.

As the young master of this kingdom stands in the middle of the courtroom, he first glances at the person sitting on the middle throne. The King, his father Jeon Jaehyun. He directly looks at him with blank eyes. But the king saw a bare crease of his pale skin under the eyes, which was telling him that the prince was looking forward to hearing his soon-to-be-coming words.

Jungkook expression changes as he stares at the woman sitting on the throne beside his father. His eyes filled with a sense of anger, disgust, and hatred towards her. His gaze is fixed on the Queen as he thinks about how cunning this woman is, sitting on a throne oh so pridefully, that does not even belong to her with his lovely son.

Lovely, my foot, he thinks as he now looks into the eyes of his dear older brother. His brother's lips are pressed into a thin line, and his jaw is clenched tightly as his younger brother stares at him without an ounce of respect. However, Jungkook kept staring at him with his head held high. His stare is filled with a sense of arrogance, and triumph. He is confident about himself and isn't shying away from rubbing openly on the face of his brother. His lips twitched upwards slightly, curving into his scornful smirk. With this action, he clearly states that he is looking down upon the older. His gaze is cold and piecing and he seems to take pleasure in his Brother's discomfort.