Chapter 12: His Jealousy

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The day unfolded with Hera and Chaeyoung weaving through the labyrinthine corridors of the palace. With each step, Hera drank in the splendor of her surroundings, her curiosity propelling her forward despite the lingering ache in her body. She was determined to explore every nook and cranny, to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within the palace walls.

As they walked, Hera couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, a sensation that prickled at the back of her neck like a persistent whisper. But when she glanced over her shoulder, there was nothing but the empty expanse of the corridor stretching out behind her.

Lost in her thoughts, Hera was startled when Jungkook and Taehyung suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, their voices carrying through the air as they engaged in conversation. With a polite bow, Hera and Chaeyoung stepped aside to make way for the approaching duo.

Jungkook's expression was one of mild concern as he addressed Hera, questioning her decision to roam the palace in her current state of health. Hera brushed off his concerns with a nonchalant wave of her hand, insisting that she was perfectly fine and merely wished to explore her surroundings. Jungkook's sigh of resignation was almost imperceptible as he relented, urging Hera to exercise caution.

As they exchanged pleasantries, Hera couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Taehyung's demeanor. His eyes seemed to linger on Chaeyoung, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he greeted Hera with a sheepish smile. Hera couldn't suppress a smirk at the sight, relishing in the playful dynamic between the two.

Before long, Jungkook intervened, redirecting the conversation and dismissing Hera and Chaeyoung with a gentle reminder to prioritize Hera's well-being. As they departed, Hera couldn't shake the feeling of tension that lingered in the air, a silent undercurrent that pulsed between them.

Alone once more, Jungkook found himself grappling with conflicting emotions. He couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that tugged at his heartstrings as he watched Taehyung and Hera interact, their easy camaraderie a stark contrast to his own reserved demeanor. But he pushed aside his feelings, chiding himself for his irrationality.

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook made his way down the empty corridor, his footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors.

He couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that gnawed at him, a silent reminder of the tangled web of emotions that bound them all together.

As he retreated into the solitude of his chambers, Jungkook couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store, his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic presence of Hera and the undeniable connection that simmered between them.

As Jungkook sat in his chamber, the weight of unfamiliar emotions bore down on him, clouding his thoughts.

The grandeur of his royal chamber seemed to mock his inner turmoil, or perhaps it was just his own unsettled mind playing tricks on him. He couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was amiss, something he couldn't quite pinpoint.

Closing his eyes, he allowed the memories of Hera to flood his senses. Her laughter echoed in his mind, a melody that seemed to soothe his restless soul.

"I forgot every beauty of universe, the moment she smiled."

Despite his best efforts to ignore it, he found himself drawn to her, inexplicably tethered to her presence. With each passing moment, the walls he had built around himself began to crumble, revealing vulnerabilities he had long buried.

In a moment of introspection, Jungkook found himself reaching for a canvas and brush, compelled to capture Hera's essence in his art.

With each stroke, he poured his conflicting emotions onto the canvas, his brush dancing with a fervor born of longing and uncertainty. He painted her as he had seen her in the village, surrounded by the simple beauty of nature, her eyes alight with wonder.

Hours passed in a blur as Jungkook lost himself in the act of creation. As dawn broke, he finally completed the painting, a testament to the tumultuous emotions raging within him.

Gazing upon the finished masterpiece, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and resignation. Perhaps he was destined to be the artist to Hera's art, forever entwined in a tapestry of fate and desire.

With a heavy heart, Jungkook set aside the painting, knowing that his duties as king awaited him.

As he prepared for another day, his thoughts strayed from Hera to the welfare of the kingdom, a constant reminder of the responsibilities that weighed upon his shoulders.

Yet, beneath the veneer of regal duty, a part of him longed for the solace he found in Hera's presence, a longing he couldn't deny

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