Kim Taehyung, lord of a dragon clan on the brink of war, needs a healer, fast.
With no other choice, he forces a reluctant Jeon Jungkook to be his.
He says it's for the good of his people, but his dragon-half-and his heart-have other plans...
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Mickey spotted them first. Taehyung could see his small figure on a watchtower wave to them and then run for the horn to announce their arrival. He blew it and the sound echoed, long and low, a welcoming noise to Taehyung's ears. All through the castle, torches were lit and Taehyung's clansmen crowded out of their rooms, throwing open the castle gates.
The riders clattered to a standstill in the courtyard, jumping down from their horses before they'd fully stopped. Gingerly, the injured men were plucked from their perches and laid on wooden slats, carried by fellow clansmen, and taken to a room next to the kitchens that had been cleared and kitted into an infirmary. The riders were ushered away to clean up and be fed.
Taehyung transformed and hit the ground running, chasing after the injured men. He waved away the people who tried to help him, pushing towards him food and towels. He was focused only on saving his men.
Right as the horn had begun to blow, he had heard one of them stutter in their breathing and the sound had shaken him to his bones.
"Wake His Lordship!" Taehyung called to Aki, who had appeared at the castle gates, her eyes wide at the activity in the courtyard. She nodded and fled, racing up the stairs to Taehyung's bedchamber, her wings out to help push her faster.
Taehyung entered the makeshift infirmary and immediately scooted to the side, pressing himself flat against the wall as a clansman rushed past him, his arms stacked high with clean toweling.
The room was in chaos. Each injured man had been placed on a mattress stuffed plump with hay, and around every one of them, a crowd of people gathered. Family members, friends, and clansmen who wanted simply to offer help all jostled each other for space.
Behind Taehyung came a whiff of floral soap and warm sleep, and even before he turned, he knew it was Jungkook. He was a heavenly vision for Taehyung, who had been starved for far too long without a glimpse of him. He strode in wrapped in the blue robe Taehyung had picked out for him, his feet hurriedly shoved into his riding boots, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Where are the injured?" Jungkook asked, blinking adorably against the bright torches lit around the room. Then Jungkook saw him and Taehyung was fascinated by the rapid play of emotions on his face: surprise, delight, a flash of sadness, and finally, worry. Taehyung knit his brows. What had he done to scare Jungkook?
"You're hurt," Jungkook said, his voice low and distressed. He reached out tentatively towards Taehyung's chest and Taehyung glanced down, realizing how he must look. Four nights without a bath or a change of clothing, all of them spent on horseback or in a cave, smeared all over with dirt and grime and the blood of his men.
