Bound by a loveless betrothal, King Jeon Jungkook of Fiore embarks on a final mission before his wedding - the swift takeover of a neighboring kingdom thrown into disarray by a young king's recent ascension. What his advisors deem a simple conquest...
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King Jeon Jungkook of Fiore adjusted his crimson cloak, the weight of expectation a familiar burden on his broad shoulders. Three moons. Three measly moons until his preordained marriage to a woman he barely knew. A political alliance forged in the fires of a bygone era, the union held no spark of desire, only the cold promise of stability.
This final mission, a swift takeover of the neighboring kingdom of Eos after their king's untimely demise, was supposed to be a formality before settling into his preordained life. His advisors, weathered men steeped in strategy, assured him it would be a bloodless conquest. Eos, they scoffed, was a fledgling kingdom, ripe for the picking.
Jungkook, ever the dutiful king, led his cavalry with stoic resolve. But as they breached the Eos borders, a tremor of unease snaked through him. The air crackled with a defiant energy, unlike the expected air of surrender.
The battle that ensued was a whirlwind of steel and sweat. Eos' forces fought with a ferocity that surprised even Jungkook's seasoned veterans. But eventually, Fiore's superior numbers prevailed. Standing amidst the dust and the groans of the wounded, Jungkook was ushered towards the fallen enemy king's tent.
Inside, bathed in the dying sunlight filtering through the fabric walls, sat a figure unlike any he'd ever encountered. Clad in shimmering silver armor, his raven hair cascading down his shoulders, was a young man, eyes blazing with defiance despite the despair etched on his face.
"You... you must be the new king," Jungkook rumbled, the weight of his title heavy on his tongue.
A sardonic smile played on the young man's lips. "King? More like a lamb to the slaughter, wouldn't you agree?" His voice, surprisingly high-pitched, held a surprising amount of sass. "Though, by the looks of you, perhaps a rather handsome one."
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