His Dearest Weapon┃Taekook

Chapter 14 | An offer

Taehyung, November 6, 1985, Royal Palace of Azura

Training has been really tough for me lately. Jungkook has been pushing me to my limits, starting from the crack of dawn and not stopping until the sun sets, leaving me utterly exhausted with sore limbs, drained powers, and a spinning head. While the purpose behind this rigorous training remains a mystery to me, I can definitely feel the positive effects on my physical condition and the strengthening of my powers. Being out in the field with Jungkook has highlighted the shortcomings in my abilities, especially my lack of previous combat experience due to rarely utilizing my powers back at home. Despite a noticeable improvement in my speed, my hand-to-hand combat skills still remain lacking. Jungkook has assured me that there will be more training sessions to come, indicating that my current progress, albeit imperfect, is satisfactory for now; however, his exact intentions with this arrangement remain unclear to me.

"Come here, love," Jimin's soft voice whispered, a gentle tug on my thoughts leading me from my reverie. With measured steps, I approached the spot where he sat, a comforting presence beckoning me to join him on the makeshift cot. A sense of peace enveloped me as Jimin tenderly encircled me with his arm, drawing me snugly against him. Amidst the rigorous training sessions, he served as my haven, a source of solace in the relentless storm of our demanding obligations.

"How did His Majesty agree to remove the surveillance cameras so swiftly?" Jimin's inquiring gaze met mine, curiosity etched upon his features.

"I simply asked," I answered. "He was bit suspicious but I managed to convince him. However, that might mean that he may come down here more often."

"He's acting way too kind for someone like him," Jimin says, a hint of suspicion in his voice. "He wasn't this nice to the Royal family when he slaughtered them."

My breath caught in my throat, my eyes widening at Jimin's revelation. "He killed his own family?" I asked.

"That wasn't his family, love," Jimin answers.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"Centuries ago, when this Kingdom was first forged, a hallowed law book was penned into existence. Among its decrees lay a fateful rule—a decree proclaiming that whosoever dared to slay the royal family would earn the right to wear the crown," Jimin recounts, his voice laced with reverence for the ancient law. "Numerous souls ventured to challenge destiny and sever the lineage, yet none proved victorious in their endeavors. All except one—our revered King."

I try to wrap my head around the new-found information. So, whoever kills the Royal Family, may take the crown? "How did he do it?"

"Manipulation," Jimin replies. "His weapon."

"T-that's what he used with me," I whisper, my mind racing back to the events that had unfolded with me. 

"Don't think about it, love," Jimin says, tightening his grip around me. "You'll get out of here."

"Jimin, what if—what if I kill him?" I suddenly blurt out, the gravity of my words hanging heavy in the air. "I could end his reign with one strike and claim the throne for myself, right?"

"Well, yes—but Taehyung, you can't simply eliminate him," Jimin responds, his tone laced with concern.

"Why not?" I press, my determination evident.

"First of all, because of those," Jimin says, pointing towards the chains.

"I could kill him without my powers, Jimin," I answer.

"But, Taehyung, you must realize he's constantly shielded by vigilant guards," Jimin emphasizes, his eyes reflecting worry.

"Then I need to find a way to breach his defenses. Earn his trust just like he deceived mine. And when the moment is ripe, I will act," I vow, my voice resolute.

"That is a good plan," Jimin says, "but I'm scared for your safety, love."

"I'll be fine, Jimin-ah," I say, ruffling his hair. "But how can I get closer to him when I'm locked up here most of the time? I need to get into the palace walls. I need to get him alone."

"Yes, that's right," Jimin replies. "But to get into the palace walls without the guards hoarding you, you need to get Jungkook on your side."

An idea hits me.

An awful idea that makes me want to rip out my brain.

"I could—I could get m-married to him," I whisper, my voice a low whisper.

Jimin, startled by my confession, physically recoils and swiftly turns to face me, his eyes wide with disbelief and concern. "W-what," he stammers, a mix of fear and worry evident in his voice.

With a mix of determination and desperation in my tone, I continue, trying to rationalize my idea. "I c-could marry him and he'd have to take me into the palace," I stutter, the weight of my words hanging heavily in the air.

"If you got married to him, you would have to be his husband. You would—you would stay in his chambers. You would have to s-sleep with him," Jimin says. "That horrid man could do anything to you, love. And you wouldn't be able to object."

"No, I would never let that happen," I declare resolutely, my voice unwavering despite the fear creeping in. The thought of being subjected to him in such an intimate manner sends a shudder through me. "I'll kill him on the wedding night," I declare, the steely resolve in my gaze not faltering.

"Taehyung, you know this could lead to your death, right?" Jimin whispers. 

"I won't let him end me," I mutter. "After I kill him, I will be crowned King and I'll bring peace to the Kingdom, unlike that bastard."

"What makes you think that His Majesty will agree to marry you?" Jimin asks. "He's been known to be solitary."

"I'll offer him something that he just can't resist."

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"Get up, my dear," Jungkook utters. "It's time for you to help me."

I hurriedly get up from the cot, a rush of emotions flooding through me as his words sink in. My eyes widen in confusion, searching for answers as I stammer, "W-what do you mean?"

"A battle has come up," Jungkook answers. "And you're fighting in it."

A battle. Is that why he's been training me all week? "I will not."

"Oh? But you will," Jungkook leans down until we're face-to-face, his piercing gaze locking onto mine with unwavering intensity. "You keep forgetting that I'm the one in power here," he asserts, his voice laced with undeniable authority and a hint of intrigue.

"You could force me but what guarantees that I'll try my best to win the battle?" I question.

Jungkook tilts his head, a flicker of curiosity dancing in his eyes. "What are you playing at, Taehyung?" he queries, his voice a mix of skepticism and curiosity.

"If you do something for me," I start, carefully measuring my words, "then I'll willingly help you. I'll make sure to end your enemies on the battlefield."

"Hmm, it would be pleasant if you willingly fought," Jungkook says, his tone contemplative as he ponders the significance of my proposition. "What is that you want?" he inquires, his interest piqued as he waits for me to reveal my request.

Taking a deep breath, I utter, the weight of my words heavy in the charged silence between us, "Make me your queen," I express, the distaste evident in my voice as I voice my request.

Jungkook's lips curl into a vicious smirk, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of amusement and satisfaction. "A great offer, my dear," he murmurs.

Oh how I regret this.

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