Eclipsed hearts {T.K}

Chapter 6

Third person's pov

“We have to be extremely careful,” Taehyung said, his gaze sweeping over the assembled officers and advisors.

“Our forces will be divided into eight groups, each consisting of two thousand soldiers. Four of these groups will go to the Celestial pack to fortify its defences. Alongside them, we’ll send two thousand nurses to care for the wounded.”

He paused for a moment before continuing. “The remaining four groups, along with three thousand nurses, will stay with us on the battlefield. Each group will attack from a different direction, forcing the enemy to divide their attention and resources. This approach will create confusion and give us the upper hand.”

As Taehyung laid out his strategy, the room was silent, each person hanging on his every word. Jungkook couldn’t tear his eyes away from him. The authority in Taehyung’s tone, his deep eyes—it was mesmerizing.

Hyunjin, seated nearby, noticed Jungkook’s focus on Taehyung remained silent, keeping his attention on the plan being discussed.

When Taehyung finished, he turned to Jungkook, “Your Royal Grace, what do you think of this plan?”

Jungkook blinked, pulling himself from his thoughts, and nodded in agreement. “It’s a solid strategy, Prince Taehyung. We need to ensure our forces are well-coordinated, and this plan accomplishes that.”

Jungkook then addressed the room. “You have your orders. Begin preparations immediately. We can not afford any delay.”

The gathered officials and advisors rose to their feet, bowing in unison. “As you command, Your Royal Grace,” they chorused before filing out of the room.

Once the door closed behind the last of them, Jungkook turned to the maids and Hyunjin, “Leave, all of you. Except for Prince Taehyung.”

The maids exchanged brief glances before bowing and exiting, with Hyunjin following suit without question. Now alone with Taehyung, Jungkook clutched the long end of his hanfu.

Taehyung took a seat beside Jungkook, “You want to say something, Luna?”

Jungkook hesitated, his eyes moving from his hanfu sleeves to Taehyung's lap, “Prince… when are you turning thirty?”

The question caught Taehyung off guard, and he tilted his head slightly, trying to understand the reason behind it. “This month, on the 31st.”

Jungkook hummed in acknowledgement, though his mind seemed elsewhere.

Taehyung also wanted to ask something, so he shifted slightly and said, “Your Royal Grace?”

“Yes?” Jungkook responded, moving his attention to Taehyung once again, even though it was never away from him in the first place.

Taehyung smiled faintly, “Do you still like anklets?”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to Taehyung, taken aback by the sudden question. “Why are you asking?”

Taehyung hesitated, debating whether to tell Jungkook about the anklets he’d made. Instead, he shook his head slightly. “Nothing, I was just wondering.”

“You should prepare for the war, Prince.”

Taehyung nodded and stood up, following Jungkook’s lead as they both rose from the chairs. He noticed there were no maids around to hold Jungkook’s veil—Jungkook had dismissed them, after all. Without a word, Taehyung reached out and gently took hold of the trailing fabric.

“What are you doing, Prince?” Jungkook asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“I’m holding your veil,” Taehyung replied, his tone calm, “There are no maids here, and I’m afraid you might get a neck cramp.”