AKÂSHA : AMBW {Namjoon Fanfic}

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~AKÂSHA~

The silent treatment is what Namjoon was receiving from me. It has been 5 days since our dispute left a bad taste in my mouth. Keta kept apologizing about walking in on us but made the embarrassment worse every time she brought it up. It's almost like it is stuck in her head and she wanted to bring up something about that night. She is not to blame, Namjoon heard her coming. He wanted her to see us, did he think she would like to join? That thought brings me back to the night with Kyung-Tae. Tingles dance all over my body at the memory of that sinful night. I wanted to tell Keta, but the fear of losing my only friend was terrifying to me. Currently, we are preparing to sneak out to the villages. Namjoon and Kyung-Tae have been occupied with preparing for the dreadful war. So I will do as I please, I will defy Namjoons wishes. "Akasha if we are to sneak out, you need to work a little faster." Keta chuckles as I struggle to choose a dress. "Are you not supposed to assist me with these things? Have you forgotten your position, Keta?" I smirk as she rolls her eyes playfully and gets up. "Do forgive me, your grace." She bows and walks into the closet. "I need something...normal." I say and she snorts. "Normal? Have you forgotten your position, Akasha? You have nothing normal in here." She chuckles. 

"It seems as if I have forgotten." I smile and she shakes her head. "No worries, I will grab a few of my common folk dresses. Give me 10 minutes, I'll try to hurry!" She says and turns to walk out the door. But not before running into Namjoon. "Oh! Forgive me, Prince Namjoon. I didn't see you there." She bows and he turns to the side letting her scurry away like a little child. How long was he standing behind the door? "Eavesdropping, are we?" I question, turning my back towards him acting interested in the fabric of a hanging dress. I could feel his presence inching closer to me. With every step, I felt myself losing control. Though I am angry with him, I am still his mate and my body craves him.
"Going somewhere are we?" I could feel his breath tickle the side of my neck. The nerve of this asshole. "Indeed, I am." I answer and move away from him. I go sit in a vanity chair because my legs were beginning to feel untrustworthy. "To what honor do I owe this visit, Namjoon?" He made no move to follow me this time. "You're mine and I am yours. I shouldn't have to visit you in a separate sleeping chamber. You should be rolling around in our bed sheets naked and waiting." He rants and I roll my eyes. Deep down my body craved that, 5 days away from his touch was torture. "Still not answering my question. What do you want?" I finally turn to look at him. His blonde hair was neatly combed and his dark eyes burned holes into me. I noticed dark circles underneath his eyes. Had he not been getting enough sleep?

"Blood." He murmurs and I scoff. "Isn't the kitchen stocked with an endless supply?" I question. "Yours is different, Akasha. It tastes so sweet, nothing like I've ever tasted before. I can feel myself getting stronger after drinking from you." He walks towards me. "If you want blood then I want to make a deal with you." I suggest. "No deal." He murmurs. "I haven't even started my proposal!" He takes a seat in the chair across from me and stretches out his long legs. "No need, I already know what's going through that little head of yours." He smirks. Could he read my thoughts? If he can, I want him to know he's the biggest asshole in the land. "Fine, no blood." I cross my arms. He let out a sigh, silence danced around us for what felt like an eternity before he spoke. "Fine, proceed."
"I want a say at the table when it comes to deciding the future of this kingdom." I say and he bursts out into a chuckle. How dare he mock me?! "What's so funny? A future queen wanting a seat at the table to be involved?! I'm sorry I care about people. Unlike others around here who just use people at their convenience and do not give two shits about people's feelings." I blurt then there is silence. Namjoon sighs and leans back.

"I give a shit about your feelings which is why I was very forward and truthful about not being able to love you. I value you too much to hurt you." He admits and I sigh this time. "Does this have something to do with Binna?" I question and the air shifts. He was now in front of me, glaring down at me. "How do you know that name?" He's angry, maybe I should've kept my mouth shut. "Just answer the question. I deserve to know since I am married to you." I say and he turns around angrily no longer willing to look at me. "Yes, it does. But I refuse to answer anything further." I can't lie the feeling of jealousy started to rise within me. Another woman was able to make him feel like this meaning he deeply cared for her at one point. "Then I refuse you blood." I state and he turns around again. His facial features are hard with the look of exhaustion. "A say in the war was the deal for blood." He replies and I smirk.