SEVEN KINGDOMS OF THE ARIAN EMPIRE (BTS ff)

Patience

The chamber was Gothic and dark–but with specs of light from the candles and the windows far in. The doors pushed open for a fine man. He furthered in meeting the back of another man–daring in appearance.

The man wore the most adorable but yet fierce looking majestic robe in the whole of the land.

His hair was black as coal itself and his existence damned any other.

Standing in the quores of his chamber looking down on a mice trapped in a cage while feeling the edge of the cage with his finger tips eeriely, the fine man spoke.

He giggled darkly. "Alas! It is done. What more now?"

The daring man was silent.

He turned around after a while, slowly.

His peeping skin was pale as a vampire, his lips was red like the color blood, and his lashes were pretty and long for a man.

He was beautiful mixed with sinister.

"Patience. Let the fun begin," he spoke in a calm but dreadful manner. "Hoseok is not a fool as you think, Salvador," king Yoongi finished.

"And the girl?..."

"It is her fault to love," he waved his hand off. "Or believe in it."

He nodded. "As you say. I shall be near Incase you need me," then he bowed. "Bless his majesty," he turned around and went on out.

The man smirked to himself.

"Patience, Yoongi, patience."

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Margaret opened the door and hurried in holding her chest in her hands as she daydreamed. Joan raised her brow in a questioning but knowing manner.

"And yet I had to beg you to go," she spewed, going to over to her.

Margaret chewed her lower lip in a tease.

"And I'm glad for it..."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're welcome. I didn't expect you quite this early, did he chase you out," she joked causing Margaret to poke her.

"You know he wouldn't. I left him asleep," she swallowed the last word awkwardly.

Joan gawked.

"You did not!!!!..."

"I was too shy to wake up to his face...so I had to get up first..."

"Do you have an idea what it means to sleep with a man and run away the next morning..."

"I-i didn't run away..."

"That is what you think, that isn't what it is," she huffed a feeling of frustration. "He'd wake up sooner and wouldn't find you in his arms. How do you think he'd feel?"

Margaret dropped her head in thought.

"I didn't think of that."

She sighed. "It happened already. Let us hope he doesn't take it the wrong way," she finished. Then she battered her brows knowingly.

"What," Margaret whined.

Joan grasped her her hand putting it over her shoulder.

"You have some telling to do," she ploped her down on the bed. "Now from the beginning. Leave nothing behind!" She cooed.