Hera returns to her chamber, exhausted and sweaty from her adventures in the palace. Upon entering, she finds Chaeyoung anxiously waiting for her, her nerves evident as she bites her lip.
Chaeyoung's outburst of worry prompts Hera to feel guilty for not informing her friend of her whereabouts. She soothes Chaeyoung's concerns, explaining that she had simply explored the palace and had a casual conversation with Jungkook.
Hera apologizes for her carelessness, but Chaeyoung reassures her, admitting that she had simply been concerned for Hera's safety.
Touched by Chaeyoung's care, Hera reflects on her friends and family from the future, feeling a pang of homesickness.
As Hera's mind wandered through memories of her loved ones, she found herself torn between the familiarity of her past and the uncertainty of her future in Aerith.
The prospect of returning to her own time filled her with a mix of longing and apprehension, while the thought of staying in Aerith posed its own set of challenges and dilemmas.
Lost in her thoughts, Hera was jolted back to the present by Chaeyoung's gentle shake. Blinking away her reverie, Hera noticed Chaeyoung's concerned gaze fixated on a small cut on her clothing near her shoulder, exposing a sliver of bare skin.
With a quick explanation about her dress getting caught on a tree branch, Hera brushed off the incident, choosing not to disclose the true cause of the tear.
She couldn't bring herself to share the intimate moment she had shared with Jungkook, the image of his shirtless form etched vividly in her mind.
Despite her reluctance to reveal the encounter, Hera couldn't shake off the lingering sensation of warmth that spread through her at the memory.
It was a private moment, one she cherished and guarded closely, unwilling to share it with anyone else, not even Chaeyoung, her closest confidante.
As she glanced at Chaeyoung, Hera couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for keeping secrets from her friend.
But for now, she chose to keep her interactions with Jungkook to herself, uncertain of the implications they held for her future in Aerith.
Someone's POV:
Finally, we've arrived, and I don't feel my butt. The guards of this kingdom bowed to me.
I bowed to them, too. "Wait, did I just bow to them?" ! thought to myself.
"I'm a king pfft! I forgot, but anyways humanity, what you take, you give it away," I patted one of the soldiers' shoulders, standing there.
While one of the soldiers went indie to inform about us.
The gate opened by the soldiers. And a person stepped down coming towards us with a smile.
"Your Majesty, we were waiting for your arrival, but you came this late, still we are glad," he bowed to me.
"Who? I mean, who are you?" I asked him. "Vizier of this kingdom," he repleid. "Ohh!" | ohed.
"King Jimin, We are so glad that you're here. Please step in. Everyone's a sleep. You may sleep for now and meet them in the morning," he said, guiding us in.
"It's quite beautiful," I said, looking around. "Where's my room?" l asked him.
"This way, sir," he replied and guided me upstairs. He opened a chamber door.
"Finally, I'll get a bed to sleep, alright, thank you bye now," I said and got inside, closing the door.
Jimin's POV:
I came out from the shower, and now I didn't want to sleep, so I decided to explore the palace at night.
It's night, so no one can disturb me. I walked through the hallways, looking at portraits while whistling.
As I wandered through the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, my footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floors, my attention was suddenly arrested by the sight of a solitary figure standing by the railing, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.
She stood there, a vision of ethereal beauty, her cream gown cascading around her like a waterfall of silk.
Her brownish-black hair danced in the gentle breeze, framing her delicate features in a halo of darkness, while her eyes, the color of rich chocolate, seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.
Intrigued by her presence, I found myself drawn to her, my curiosity piqued by the air of mystery that surrounded her.
As I approached, I couldn't help but notice the small tear in the fabric of her sleeve, a subtle imperfection amidst her otherwise flawless appearance.
A soft smile tugged at my lips as I observed her, captivated by the serene expression on her face as she gazed up at the star-studded sky.
It was as if she existed in a world of her own, lost in contemplation amidst the tranquil beauty of the night.
Just as I was about to speak, she turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows before I could utter a word.
Though she was gone, her image remained etched in my mind, a haunting reminder of the mysterious beauty who had momentarily captured my attention.
With a sense of determination, I made a silent vow to seek her out again, eager to unravel the secrets that lay hidden beneath her enigmatic facade.
And as I continued on my journey through the palace, her memory lingered in my thoughts, a tantalizing promise of encounters yet to come.
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A Love Across Time
Historical Fiction"A Love Across Time" is an enchanting tale that transcends the boundaries of time and space, weaving together the lives of two souls destined to be together. Set against the backdrop of shifting epochs and distant worlds, the story follows the inter...
