The Crown and the Sword

One Night Stand

The court started, and the queen announced that today, Sehun would be granted a wish by his mother. The court held its breath as Sehun stood before them, his eyes shining with anticipation.

"My son Sehun," the queen said, her voice trembling with emotion, "it is your wish today. Tell me, what do you wish for?"

Sehun smiled, his face filled with confidence. "I want a one-night stand with Commander Jungkook." The words echoed through the chamber, causing a stir among the nobles and guards alike. Jungkook's eyes widened in shock as he turned to face the queen, his heart racing.

The queen looked at Sehun, her expression a mixture of surprise and disapproval. "My son, I don't think that's an appropriate wish," she said, trying to reason with him. "As your mother, I must deny you this request."

Sehun's face flushed with anger. "No, Mother! You must grant me this wish! It's my right as your son!" The tension in the air thickened as the queen considered her options. She sighed heavily, running a hand through her silvery hair. "Very well," she said finally, "I will grant you your wish, Sehun."

Jungkook gaped at her in disbelief. "But, Your Majesty, I am a commander! It's not my duty to fulfill such a request!" he protested, his voice shaking with fear and confusion. The queen fixed him with a steely gaze. "Nevertheless," she said firmly, "I have given my word. You must obey."

Sehun watched the exchange with a smug expression, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's face. Jungkook felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. This wasn't what he signed up for when he dedicated his life to protecting the kingdom. He had never felt so powerless.

The court fell into an uneasy silence as the implications of the queen's words sank in. Jungkook's status meant nothing in the face of the royal decree. He was bound by duty to honor the wish of the prince, even if it meant compromising his own morals and beliefs.

The queen stood from her throne, her silk gown sweeping the floor as she approached Jungkook. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Your valor on the battlefield is unmatched," she whispered. "But now, I ask for your service in a different way. It is for the sake of my son's happiness." Jungkook's eyes searched hers, looking for any hint of understanding or mercy, but he found none.

Sehun stepped closer, his smirk growing into a full-blown smile. "It's all for me, Jungkook," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "You do this for me, and I promise, no one will ever know." The court watched in silent shock as the usually stoic commander was backed into a corner by the whims of the prince.

Jungkook took a deep breath, his mind racing. He knew that refusing the prince would be treason, a crime punishable by death. Yet, the thought of giving in to such a ludicrous demand was almost unbearable.

"Your Highness," Jungkook began, his voice steady, "I am a man of honor and loyalty. I will do as the queen commands, but I ask that you consider the implications of your wish. My duty is to serve the kingdom, not to be a plaything for personal desires."

Sehun's smile faltered for a brief moment before it returned, more cunning than before. "Oh, I know you're a man of honor," he said, his eyes gleaming. "That's why I'm sure you'll give me a night to remember."

Jungkook's jaw clenched, and he turned to the queen, desperation in his eyes. "Your Highness, please, reconsider your son's wish. There are other ways to show your affection and ensure his happiness."

The queen sighed, her eyes filled with a hint of sadness. "Sehun, perhaps you should choose something else. He is right; this is not a suitable request."

But Sehun was determined. "No, Mother. This is what I want." His voice grew louder, echoing through the room. "I want Jungkook to be mine for one night!"

The court erupted into whispers and gasps, the scandal of the prince's demand rippling through the crowd. Jungkook felt his face burn with humiliation, but he remained stoic, his gaze never leaving the prince's.Jungkook clutched his pendant and close his eyes.

You're my everything, Jungkook. No need to be scared of anyone. You are soon to be Kim Jungkook,Remember that.

"I would rather die than share my night with a good-for-nothing prince," Jungkook said, his voice clear and unwavering. The words hung in the air like a sword, slicing through the hushed whispers and laughter that had filled the hall moments before. The room fell silent, the clinking of silverware against porcelain plates abruptly ceased. Even the flickering flames of the candles seemed to still, as if in shock at the audacity of the young man's declaration.

Sehun's chair scraped against the floor as he shot to his feet, his eyes burning with a fury that could melt iron. The prince's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, a stark contrast to the pristine white of his royal garb. "How dare you?" he roared, the sound echoing off the high arched ceilings. His hand shot out, fingers poised to deliver a stinging slap to Jungkook's face. The tension in the room was palpable, as if the very fabric of the air had coiled into a tightly wound spring.

Jungkook retorted, his voice a low growl. " Yes you are good-for-nothing .She chose Kim Taehyung as king, not you. Perhaps there is a reason for that, Your Highness." The gasp that resonated around the room was almost tangible, a collective intake of breath that seemed to suck the very life out of the space.

Sehun's hand made contact with Jungkook's cheek, the sound of skin on skin as loud as a thunderclap in the sudden silence. But Jungkook was ready. He slapped back with a force that rocked the prince's head to the side, the resounding smack echoing through the chamber. The room erupted in a cacophony of gasps and murmurs, the courtiers' eyes darting between the two men, their expressions a mix of shock and horror.

The queen's voice cut through the din, a sharp knife through butter. "Commander Jungkook!" she bellowed, her voice filled with a fury that could have melted steel. "Do not forget your place!" Jungkook's smirk grew wider, his eyes never leaving Sehun's. He knew he had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. But he also knew that he had spoken the truth, a truth that had been whispered in the shadows of the castle for far too long.

Leaning in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that only Sehun could hear, Jungkook said, "It's Kim Jungkook for you now." The words were a declaration, a challenge. He had made his stand, and he knew that there would be consequences. But he also knew that he had the support of the his one and only.