𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 [Kim Taehyung FF]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

A smirk played on Taehyung's lips as he waited for an answer.

Fiorella, lost in thought, finally broke eye contact and gathered herself.

"I have no interest in your horse, your palace, or even in you," she declared, her voice steady but her heart racing.

Taehyung's smirk deepened at her defiance. As fiorella turned to leave, she stumbled,

And in a swift, graceful motion, Taehyung caught her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. Their bodies pressed together, their eyes locked in an unspoken exchange.

He held her tightly, his strong arms encircling her petite frame as if she were the most delicate of flowers.

Their faces were mere inches apart, and Taehyung's dark, intense eyes seemed to pierce straight into her soul.

Fiorella's heart pounded wildly in her chest, and she knew he could feel it. The cool, sophisticated breeze that swept through the palace grounds only heightened the tension between them, making the moment even more intoxicating.

She felt his fingers dig gently into her waist, sending shivers down her spine.

For a second, Taehyung's mind couldn't think of anything else but her. His gaze drifted from her eyes to her lips, and he was utterly captivated.

Fiorella, on the other hand, felt a familiar connection, a sense of safety in his embrace that made her feel as if she belonged there. Her rational mind screamed at her to push him away, but her heart betrayed her, yearning to draw closer.

Finally, mustering all her willpower, Fiorella pushed him away and averted her gaze.

Taehyung smiled softly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "If you want to be in my arms, just tell me, princess. Don't be shy. You don't need to make an excuse for falling."

With that, he nodded a farewell, his demeanour cool and composed. Crossing his hands behind he walked away, the guards followed him

Fiorella stood there, too shocked and furious to speak, her heart still racing from the unexpected and electrifying encounter.

𓆩✧𓆪

"Your Majesty, the troops and gold we won from the Incheon war have arrived. Shall we send an official letter instructing them to leave the palace as soon as possible, per your order?"

One of Taehyung's administrators inquired at the royal court, his voice measured and respectful.

"No, there's no need to do that," Taehyung replied, his tone firm yet contemplative.

"Let them remain as they were before and return the gold. We have more than enough. We don't need their gold. However, keep a close watch on them and handle the paperwork properly, inform them that they are now under our territory."

"But Your Majesty, are you sure?
They-"

"I said what I said. Follow my order," Taehyung interrupted sharply, rising from his throne.

The court fell silent, the weight of his command hanging in the air as he strode out.

The administrators exchanged confused glances, but the directive was clear. They had no choice but to obey their King.

As Taehyung walked down the palace corridor, adorned with intricate tapestries and golden sconces, Ju-won hurried to catch up with him.

"Your Majesty, may I ask a question?" Ju-won asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.