The Duke & The Prince (NamJin)

The Serpent's Whisper

In the dimly lit chamber, the air crackled with a tension thicker than the dust motes dancing in the candlelight. Namjoon, his brow furrowed in concentration, scanned the documents spread across the worn oak table. Each parchment was a brick in the growing edifice of betrayal, each line a testament to the Crown Prince's depravity.

Jungkook, his face a mask of stoic anger, clenched and unclenched his fists. Yoongi, ever the pragmatist, flipped through the files with a practiced ease, his lips pursed in a silent whistle.

"Unbelievable," he finally muttered, his voice laced with disgust. "The sheer audacity of it all."

Namjoon slammed a fist on the table, the sound echoing through the chamber. "He's playing with fire," he growled, the worry for Seokjin gnawing at him like a persistent ache. "And he's getting dangerously close to the whole damn kingdom burning down with him."

Just then, the heavy oak door creaked open, revealing King Junmeyon. His face, etched with lines of worry and a deep-seated weariness, held a flicker of determination. In his hands, he carried a worn leather satchel.

"Namjoon," he greeted, his voice raspy.

Namjoon rose swiftly, a spark of hope igniting in his chest. "Your Majesty."

Junmeyon gestured towards the satchel. "I believe this may be of some assistance." He unlatched the straps, revealing a collection of carefully bound scrolls and a leather-bound journal.

Yoongi and Jungkook leaned closer as Namjoon eagerly unfurled the documents. Inside were detailed accounts of the Crown Prince's secret meetings, coded messages intercepted from his agents, and financial ledgers meticulously tracking the movement of illicit funds. The evidence was irrefutable, a damning tapestry woven from the threads of the Prince's treachery.

"This," Namjoon breathed, his voice thick with emotion, "changes everything."

A collective gasp rippled through the room as they absorbed the explosive information. The despair that had weighed heavily upon them moments ago began to recede, replaced by a simmering anger and a renewed sense of purpose.

"Spread this truth throughout Hydra," Namjoon declared, his voice ringing with newfound authority. "Let everyone know the true face of the man they believe is their heir."

Jungkook, eyes ablaze with righteous fury, snatched a scroll. "Consider it done, Namjoon."

Yoongi, a smirk playing on his lips, tapped a finger against his chin. "We have our network of informants. They'll ensure this reaches every corner of the kingdom, from the gilded halls of the palace to the humblest tavern."

Junmeyon nodded in agreement. "This is a turning point, Namjoon. With the truth out in the open, the people will rise against this tyranny."

"But first," Namjoon interjected, his gaze hardening, "we need to find Seokjin and queen jisoo."

"And that," Junmeyon said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "is where things get a little more...complicated." He gestured towards the final item in the satchel - the leather-bound journal.

Namjoon carefully opened it, his eyes widening as he scanned the elegant script. It was Jia's diary, filled with cryptic messages and veiled references to clandestine meetings. Each page was a puzzle piece, hinting at an unexpected alliance forged in the shadows.

"The Princess?" Namjoon breathed, disbelief coloring his voice. "Jia is involved with the Crown Prince?"

"Unfortunately," Junmeyon confirmed, a deep sadness clouding his eyes. "She has fallen under his sway, manipulated by his false promises."