The Arrows Of Love || VMIN

A Request

Author's Note: From this chapter, as we're gonna see the gods properly, here is a reminder:

1. They're 100% certified assholes. They casually do and talk about extremely morally disturbing things like they're talking about the weather. Don't expect anything from any one of them, really.

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A trembling hand grazed the cerulean velvet, fingers curling into it, tight, seeking something indescribable that lifeless fabric could never provide.

"Don't," a rough voice croaked, no hint of its previous sweetness there to be found. "Don't tousle them."

Right.

"My apologies." The woman released the creased sheet from her grasp, as if back to her senses. "Your Grace."

The other woman, standing before the mirror, winced at the title, as if hot iron had been pressed upon her neck, then turned towards her sister sitting on the edge of the unused bed.

"Stop, Eun. Just stop. What have I done, that you're tearing us apart like this?"

Nothing.

The younger Princess closed her eyes, a shaky exhale of unending misery falling out from deep in her chest.

Nothing they had done for her to act like this towards her sister. Towards anyone, actually.

Yet she wanted to. Wanted to dig her uncared for nails into the flesh of the forsaken monster who had caused such destiny for her dear brother, her family, and her kingdom- and tear him apart to shreds, limbs to limb.

"I am sorry, sister." The second Princess stood up, truly apologetic, walking towards the window for clear air, to breathe away the stuffy atmosphere of their brother's abandoned bedroom.

Misun didn't answer, but nodded, resuming to clean the thin layer of dust on the mirror of the dresser.

It was too much of a generosity from the Queen of Olbene, but behind these closed doors of the bedchamber of Virtine's dead Prince, they could just... be, without their titles.

Eunjung stared outside the broad window, at the pale skyline of newly arrived autumn blanketing their father's kingdom.

Two months, nine weeks, sixty four days had passed since the King of Virtine had brought the order to offer the Prince to a beast. Sixty three days had passed since Jimin had departed from their former home. For forever.

When their father had returned from Didyma, in the middle of the night, both of the sisters had been urgently summoned to their parents' room. And at that moment, none knew what was waiting for them.

From then, it had been a blur that Eunjung still couldn't remember in detail. One moment they arrived in their parents' wing, concerned and curious, only to find their father unconscious, laying on his bed, like a corpse whose life force had been snatched away.

And the unforecasted news had taken their own.

Their mother had lost her foothold after the trusted attendant and companion of the King had finished explaining the incident at Didyma, throat closing up; cries of the maids present in the room clouding any further words left to be understood.