The Arrows Of Love || VMIN

Avowal

"Committing infidelity behind my back, while I always gave you my best only? Shame on you, darling, shame on you!"

"Shame! How dare you question my character of stain, when it's you who have brought me here against my will?"

"Enough! Enough times I have listened to these words from your mouth, which never stops spitting venom regardless how many times I try to make you understand!"

"Understand? Understand what? What more lie do yo-"

The enraged woman stopped in the middle of her sentence, one accusing forefinger suspended in the air retreating, previously pointing at her equally furious husband.

The curled fists of her husband, looking at her with disgust, started unfurling; and the red hot anger from his face escaped like thieves at the sight of royal guards.

For the second time in their life, they glanced at eachother like the first time ever.

This woman, the husband thought; who had believed him with her life while eloping from her father's safe home, had never complained a word of dissatisfaction no matter what condition they were in, just because of her love towards him; how could he throw such a grave stigma at her?

This man, the wife thought; who had suffered a fatal beating from her uncles' hands, had showed the audacity to take her from her home just because of one word from her mouth, and who even now, couldn't utter the slightest of profanity towards her while being in the bitterest of pain, just because of love; how could she spoke so harshly to the one who cherished her so deeply?

The two lovers, ashamed of their behaviour and apologetic to each other, stood at the opposite sides of their marital bed, which laid dishevelled amidst their worthless quarrels, eyes stinging with tears of regret, yet at a loss of words.

Amused by their hesitancy after a marriage of seven years and a love of ten, the divine deity eavesdropping outside of their open window, invisible to anyone, pulled out two more golden blades laced in crimson from his quiver, and shot those at them swiftly, in infallible accuracy, at once.

Then, he waited no more to watch those two humans tangle themselves in a heated embrace, once again; soaring high from earth, in want of tangling himself with his beloved instead.

The Sun had hid himself from the face of the sky quite some moments ago, the god noticed as he pierced the red-flushed violet clouds, light like a newborn after a heavy rain, the blue ink of night spilling on them more and more, little by little.

The past seven weeks he had gotten the Prince in his palace, his earnest will had continued being back home by evening. But hearing this particular tiff, he couldn't resist without visiting.

Adultery.

True or false; one fleck of doubt was enough to bring ruin in any home.

In his and his father's hands, doubt laid as a deadly weapon of wrath, but once in a while, to honour His Grace's affectionate words, he himself would end these feuds in warm endings.

"The more I put an effort in a matrimony, the more you castrate it with renewed vigour!" the Queen of Olympus would complain, cupping his rosy cheeks in his nimble fingers, kissing his forehead, a habit the god had grown since Taehyung was in his infancy. "Save my reputation too sometimes, cub, not just your father's."