The Promise ♡

🍃 Ji min is back

In the heart of the desert village, whispers of concern echoed through the narrow alleys as villagers gathered anxiously, their faces ached with worry.

The news of the missing Queen and the head's daughter had spread like wildfire. Speculation ran wild aswell, and the villagers believed that the village-head and his loyal guards started from village in search of Mila and to retrieve the missing Queen.

Seeking clarification in uncertain times, the gathered crowd turned to the village fortune teller, the mysterious woman known for her accurate predictions. The air was thick with tension as she carefully drew a tarot card, her gaze fixated on the symbols before her.

"Something dark has unfolded! It's a indication  of a new beginning, but beware— its dark before the dawn....the dawn brings a day of battle, a path soaked in blood. More specifically, ash shall rain at the end of this bloody conflict , and the very sands beneath our feet will turn to ice.... Its going to be cold winter in this desert!!" The fortune teller declared, her words hanging heavily in the air, threatening villagers

The already panicked villagers now shivered with fear for their uncertain future. In the absence of their leader, the village faced the unavoidable task of choosing a successor. An old man, his voice trembling, stepped forward and said...

"Are there any other pure blood heirs among us unknown to the village? Because head and also heads daughter is missing??! Draw another card and reveal the truth." Old man said..

The fortune teller, with a grave expression, pulled another card from her deck. "The only royal blood heir is Mila. Her lineage holds the key to a powerful destiny. The firstborn of her line shall rule, bringing peace in the aftermath of the upcoming battle. Brace yourselves, for the desert will transform into a realm of ice under the rule of her water-infused blood!"

As the revelation hung in the air, the villagers gasped, contemplating the mysterious future foretold by the cards. Their anxiety was interrupted by a sudden murmur as the fortune teller's eyes widened. In the distance, a cloud of dust sighted , folled by the arrival of horseback riders breaking the mirage.

"It seems our fears may be unwanted. Look, there they come!" the fortune teller exclaimed, pointing toward the horizon. The villagers turned, hope raising  in their hearts as the figures on horseback drew nearer, silhouetted against the desert sun. They thought  that the missing Head and Mila were returning, and with them, the promise of a future they had feared lost.
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In one corner of Jimin's chamber, Taehyung sat, tears streaming down his face, tightly clutching Jimin's blood-soaked clothes. He understood that challenging situation Ji min faced from the blood. Deep down he knew Ji min is really powerful and still alive , yet the sight of Baldy's lifeless head and the blood-stained garments left Tae feeling vulnerable.

"Hey! No one will harm Jimin. The head and his men are on their way to bring him back from the west. I've sent my men to the north and east. Don't cry!" Markov, the King, approached Taehyung, knelt in front of him, and comforted him, holding his hands.

"I know! I know... nothing happened to Jimin. Nothing can happen!!! But who did this to Baldy? Something seems off... King!" Tae expressed his genuine concerns, unintentionally allowing the King to seize control over him.

"Come here..." Markov gently embraced Tae, patting his head with sincere care. However, upon noticing Jeon's shadow in the corner of the room, he withdrew his hands from Tae. Markov understood the need to avoid triggering the natural instincts of a powerful dragon lurking within Jeon.

"Queen is here! Queen is here!" Markov's soldiers cheered upon spotting Ji min among the horse riders.

"Are you happy? Ji min is here. Go!" Markov said to Tae, sending him off with a gesture of encouragement.
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After Tae ran off excited to meet his soulmate,

"Hey Jeon! I heard you and Tae??? Ji min told me all about it... I'm really happy for you. You both make a nice pair. I've known him since the day I married Ji min. Good kid, just like you," Markov blabbered, holding Jeon's hands. His terrified, trembling hands felt the heat on Kookie's palm, triggering a mix of fear and excitement.

Jeon, caught off guard by Markov's words, hd gave a response, " I know  brother!!! Yes!!! I love Tae... we are not in talking terms.. but the feelings are mutual!! Hope he comes around"

Markov chuckled, his tone reassuring, "Relax, Jeon. I've seen many things in my time. If there's one thing I know, it's that love has a way of surprising even the most unexpected hearts. Just be true to yourself, and everything will fall into place." Marco said, he let out a breath he'd been holding for a long time, the weight of anticipation finally lifted from his shoulders. Markov  thought..

Thank god!! He didn't suspect me of anything...

Feels like walking on fire..

Why did I even signed up for this..??!

Jeon, still processing the unexpected conversation, nodded hesitantly.
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Jimin, along with Mila and Yoongi, arrived with three horses, each carrying a lifeless body. The villagers gasped at the sight of their fallen leader, and a collective cry echoed through the air.

Mila, with strength that mirrored her royal lineage, stepped forward and began to draft a heroic narrative for her father's untimely death, emphasizing his sacrifice in the effort to save the Queen and herself. Her words wove a tale of bravery and selflessness, offering solace to the grieving villagers.

In the middle of the sorrow, Tae went to hug Ji min. He clung to him, finding comfort in the familiar embrace. The weight of emotions hung in the air as Tae stayed on Ji min's shoulder for a long time, silently offering support in the aftermath of their shared ordeal.

Mila's storytelling continued, creating a narrative that would shape the legacy of the fallen leader and provide a sense of closure to the mourning community.
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What was supposed to be a festive dinner night turned into the darkest mourning night for the villagers. It took two days for them to settle down from the loss, grief hanging heavy in the air.

In the aftermath, the villagers desired to appoint the head's daughter, Mila, in place of her father. However, Mila respectfully declined the offer, adding a layer of complexity to the village's struggle for stability in the wake of their leader's demise.

"My son/daughter should be the next leader. Until then, our Queen is going to govern the place. This is my father's dying wish.... I hope you people won't object," Mila's words sent shockwaves through the villagers and even surprised the King.
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Two days after the head's demise, King Markov decided to return to his capital city, bringing Ji min, Tae, Jeon, and Mila along. However, Jimin chose to stay for two weeks, wanting to see through the challenges the village faced. He sent off Tae, accompanied by Yoongi and Jeon, back for their safety.

"Jiminahhh... come with us..." Tae cried.. when Markov's  thoughts  were also exactly  the same.

"It's really important for me to stay here for the coming full moon. Also, Mila needs to get along with King; it's important. Mila will look after you. Yoongi hyung and Jeon are there for your protection, so just two weeks... please, baby," Ji min tenderly explained, and Tae understood, nodding in agreement.

After Tae left...

"Yoongi, remember! As we planned, keep Tae away from him on that full moon day," Jimin reminded him, emphasizing the importance of their strategy for the upcoming events.