⚜REST WITHIN ME⚜ [Namjin] [Taekook]

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Five days later.

(They have reached the borders of France after three days of a ride. First they had ported by the harbor of Lisbon in Portugal and have chosen to rest for two days in Portugal....so maximum, it took the crew almost five days to reach the territories, and they have chosen a dwelling reserved for Royals for the stay.

The creamy-pale color mosaic walls hung some of the French designed portraits and tapestries. There are few more ornaments replaced as decorative across the massive chamber. Even a chandelier is swinging on the ceiling above the center, the immense crystals drooping from the edges of its fractals as if they are stretching to grasp the rich carpet hiding the hardwood ground from underneath. But above all, the bed...look appealing and exquisite. The sheets are silky black, alike a black ocean, wherein the stout pillows are ivory in appearance, alike the midnight stars...so white and shining. It looks good of course, and Namjoon prefers the theme color and all....and mostly on the fact that their chamber is the only one dominating this aisle. For the younger prince of Scotland and his lover, their chamber is a stair way below, which is also the only dictatorial bedroom in that hallway.

After clothing himself suitable for the courts, Namjoon picks up his sword and turns around to witness Seokjin buried inside the thick duvets—curled in deep sleep. The travel has been long and wearing, and despite everything, the prince needed the rest—both needed the rest. But since Namjoon has been called off for the meeting which has organized by the king ere the mentioned day, they have showered the exhaustion away and the king has coaxed Seokjin for a rest. And, reluctantly, Seokjin has obeyed.

Since the prince's luggages were not yet returned to their chamber, Namjoon has intended on dressing the younger one of his tops and an underwear. And under the over-sized shirt where the arm-sleeves merely fall over his elbows as well, Seokjin has looked adorable. Namjoon smiles at the thoughts and takes soundless steps towards the bed and bends down to press a kiss on his head)

-I'll be returning soon, darling.
(The king kisses his head again and smiles before stepping back and leaving their chamber, guarded. But as soon as he passes the aisle, his smile loosens from his face and the expression becomes grim and so does the grip around his sword. He takes hasty steps towards the exit of the resident, his gaze lingering to the corners when his knights begin to form a patrol behind him. He gives a small nod to the nearest knight and the person leaves somewhere, along with Namjoon's gaze. But his step becomes sluggish when nearing the withdrawal doorway, since Prince Taehyung stands by the porch along with Jungkook—both of them somber over something)

"Prince Taehyung?"
(Namjoon nods at him, but there is a upcoming frown on his lips as his gaze pass from Taehyung to Jungkook and to their formal dressings. The young prince bows at him along with the knight and looks into his eyes, hazel gaze determined and solemn)

-My lord, I wish to accompany you to the courts.
(Namjoon looks surprised, but soon reforms the state and scowls, his brown eyes narrowing with some unsaid anger. He watches his brother taking a step towards him and tip toeing to kiss his cheeks and all his anger gets drained by the soft contact, gazing right into the hazel orbs with surprise and love. Taehyung takes his hands and applies a gentle squeeze, bread-cheeks appearing as he smiles up at Namjoon)