Third person POV
Dawn was creeping timidly through the curtains, painting the living room pink where Keeho and Y/N had spent the sleepless night. The furniture was scattered in disarray, silent witnesses to the haste with which they had prepared for battle. Keeho, his gaze lost in the dying fire of the fireplace, clutched the dagger he intended to use on Intak. Y/N, approaching him with a bowl of warm water and bandages, placed a hand on Keeho's shoulder. "Don't let hate consume you," she said softly. "Revenge will not heal your wounds, nor those of our people." Keeho looked up at her, pain and determination reflected in equal measure. "How can I sit here while he's out there? He hurt you, he hurt us all." "But you're hurt, Keeho," Y/N insisted, dipping a cloth into the water and starting to gently clean the wounds on his chest, while he blushed at the gesture, and while Y/N cleaned his wounds, he placed a quick kiss on her lips, and she giggled. "Let me take care of you, now." The conversation between them was a succession of unspoken words, of loving glances, that communicated more than a thousand speeches. Y/N worked carefully, dressing each cut on his chest, his back and his abs, with an attention that went beyond the simple gesture of care. It was a silent promise, a pact of life that bound their destinies. Outside, meanwhile, the battle raged with unprecedented ferocity. The clang of swords, the cry of warriors, the thunder of galloping horses blended together in a symphony of chaos. Prince Jongseob, his armor shining like the rising sun, fought on the front lines, but an unfair blow hit him, knocking him to the ground. Soul, who had fought alongside him, picked him up in his arms and carried him away from the battlefield, towards the safe house where Keeho and Y/N were staying. Urgently knocking on the door, Soul entered with Jongseob's lifeless body. "Keeho, Y/N, I need your help," he said in a breathless voice. Keeho stood up, his own injuries forgotten for a moment. "What happened?" "Jongseob is injured, seriously," Soul replied, placing the prince on a sofa. "The battle is endless, and Theo has called for reinforcements. But I fear they won't arrive in time." Keeho looked at Jongseob's pale face, then turned to Soul. "What about you? Shouldn't you be out there?" Soul shook his head. "My priority is the prince's safety. But now that he is here, with you, I must return. I left my heart on the battlefield, and I cannot allow it to fall into enemy hands." Y/N, after ensuring that Jongseob was stable, approached Soul. "Go, Soul. We will take care of Jongseob and Keeho. Return victorious." With one last look at his companions, Soul wrapped himself in his cloak and walked out, leaving behind the promise of a return. Keeho and Y/N sat next to each other, watching over Jongseob. Their conversation was a whisper of words of comfort and hope, while outside, the fate of their world hung in the balance by a thread as thin as the blade of a sword. Y/N watched as the light of dawn filtered through the windows, bringing with it the promise of a new day, but also the memory of the darkness of the night. The sound of battle, though distant, was a constant background hum, a reminder of the danger that loomed over them. "How can you stand this sound?" Keeho asked, noticing his thoughtful look. Y/N turned to him, her eyes reflecting a sea of emotions. "It's hard," she admitted. "Every sword that clashes, every cry that echoes, makes me fear for you, for Jongseob, for all of us." Keeho took her hand, holding it in his. "But you are strong, Y/N. Your strength gives us hope, keeps us together even in the darkest of times." A sad smile touched Y/N's lips. "Perhaps, but my strength can't stop a sword or heal a wound. All I can do is wait here, hoping that you all come back safe and sound." "Your waiting is our shield," Keeho said with a firm voice. "And your love, our armor. Never forget that." Y/N nodded, finding comfort in Keeho's words. Even though her heart was heavy, she knew her role was crucial. She had to be the stronghold that Keeho and the others could return to, the light that would guide them through the darkness of war. Keeho stood at the window next to Y/N, his arm around her waist, staring out at the horizon where the sky was dyed with the colors of conflict. For him, battle was an inescapable duty, the answer to the call of blood and honor. "Don't you fear death?" Y/N asked, approaching cautiously. A bitter smile spread across Keeho's face. "Death is an old friend," he replied. "We came close that day they took you. But it's not death I fear, it's failure." Y/N stood silent, listening to the words carry a weight that only those who have fought can understand. "This fight," Keeho continued, "is not just to avenge the wounds Intak inflicted on you, me, or our people. It is to ensure that no one else has to suffer as we have. It is for a future where you can live without fear." Y/N placed a hand on Keeho's shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles. "What if that future could be achieved without bloodshed?" Keeho turned to her, his eyes dark as the starless night. "Then I would be the first to lay down my weapons. But as long as men like Intak walk this earth, my place is in battle." Keeho's words were a vow, an oath carved in time and fate. Y/N knew then that her love, Keeho, was as much a warrior as he was a protector, and that his fight was for something greater than themselves. Keeho and Y/N then knelt down beside the couch where Jongseob lay, his breathing now regular a sign that consciousness was returning to him. "Jongseob, can you hear me?" Keeho asked, his voice low but steady. Jongseob's eyes slowly opened, confused and filled with pain. "Keeho? Y/N?" His voice was a whisper, weak but alive. "Yes, we're here," Y/N replied, offering him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, we're healing you." Keeho, his hands betraying brotherly concern, began cleaning the wound on Jongseob's side with a cloth soaked in clean water. Y/N, for her part, was making a healing salve, mixing herbs and oils known for their healing properties. "This might sting a little," Keeho warned, applying the salve to the wound. Jongseob gritted his teeth, but nodded, accepting the pain as part of the healing process. Y/N worked gently, wrapping Jongseob's side in clean bandages, making sure they were neither too tight nor too loose. "You need to rest," she said softly. "Your body needs time to recover." Jongseob looked from Keeho to Y/N, and a look of gratitude crossed his face. "Thank you," he murmured. "For everything you do." Keeho shook his head. "There's no need to say thank you. We're family, and that's what families do." The room filled with a comforting silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Keeho and Y/N sat down next to each other, their hands finding and intertwining, a gesture of mutual support. As Jongseob rested, the weight of the battle seemed to lift slightly from their shoulders, replaced by the hope that, together, they would get through this ordeal.
To be continued...
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