The Fate's Wind||Taejin

10

The flickering candlelight cast ominous shadows across the room, reflecting the storm brewing within the King's mind. He paced back and forth, his usually composed demeanor fraying at the edges, his fists clenched in barely restrained fury.

A messenger, his face pale and voice trembling, stood by the door, hesitant to speak further after delivering the news. The king's expression was one of deep frustration, his mind racing with the implications of what he had just learned.

"So," the King began, his voice low and simmering with anger, "The Immortal has ventured into Ross. He has distributed supplies to the villagers, aided by none other than that foolish Omega, Seokjin." His words were measured, but each one carried the weight of his growing wrath.

The messenger swallowed nervously before nodding. "Yes, Your Majesty. The news has already begun to spread among the other villages," he said cautiously.

The King's eyes narrowed, his anger now mixed with a palpable sense of dread. "Do they not realize the chaos this will unleash? The other kings will see this as favoritism. They will send their own Omegas, hoping to curry favor with the Immortal, or worse, they will beg for his aid, demanding supplies and assistance. This will not be seen as a mere act of charity, but as a declaration of favoritism toward Ross. The jealousy it will breed... it will lead to riots, to war," he said, his voice rising with each word until it was nearly a growl.

The messenger flinched but remained silent, knowing better than to interrupt the King's tirade.

"And Seokjin," the King spat, his face contorting with fury, "instead of keeping the Immortal content, instead of ensuring that he needs, he has dragged him into the very heart of the village. What was he thinking? Does he not understand the precariousness of our position? The danger he has put us all in?"

The King's pacing grew more frantic, his thoughts swirling in a chaotic tempest. "If the other Kings perceive that Ross holds the Immortal's favor, they will stop at nothing to gain his attention, his resources. This act of charity could be the spark that ignites a wildfire of unrest across Avilles," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking the words aloud made the threat all the more real.

He stopped abruptly, his eyes dark and filled with a dangerous determination. "Send word to Seokjin. He is to return to the castle immediately. I will not have him jeopardize the fragile peace we have managed to maintain," he ordered, his tone final and brooking no argument.

The news of Taehyung's unexpected visit to Ross reached Yoongi like a thunderclap. His heart raced with a mix of fear and urgency, the weight of his brother's safety pressing down on him like a heavy cloak. Without a moment's hesitation, he dismissed the courtiers with a sharp wave of his hand and swiftly made his way out of the palace.

The corridors echoed with the hurried steps of his boots as he moved through the palace, his mind consumed with the thought of Seokjin. What had his brother gotten himself into this time? The implications of the Immortal's actions weighed heavily on his mind, but more than that, the worry for Jin's well-being gnawed at him relentlessly. The Omega was far too precious, too vulnerable in the face of the dangers that could arise from such an unprecedented event.

As soon as he reached the stables, Yoongi mounted his horse with a fluid motion and urged the steed forward, the animal's hooves pounding against the cobblestone as they raced toward the village. There was no time to waste. He had to reach Seokjin before anything else happened, before the fragile peace was shattered by forces beyond their control.

Meanwhile, in the village, the atmosphere was far more lighthearted. Seokjin and Jungkook wandered through the winding paths, their laughter echoing through the air as they reveled in the simple joys of each other's company. The villagers, though wary at first, slowly began to warm to the sight of Seokjin, their beloved Omega, returned to them after so long. His presence brought a sense of normalcy, a fleeting moment of happiness amidst the hardship they had endured.