𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 [Kim Taehyung FF]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦

𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒈𝒐

Fiorella stood before the grand mirror in her chambers, behind her, a maid worked meticulously, arranging Fiorella's long hair with a quiet diligence.

"Listen," Fiorella's voice broke through the silence, "Did anyone find out that I left the palace yesterday?"

The maid's hands briefly stilling in Fiorella's hair. "No, my princess. I followed your instructions. No one is aware."

"Good." her eyes flickering with determination. "I'm leaving again. Make sure no one notices. If anyone asks for me, tell them what I've instructed."

The maid's face tightened with worry. "But, Princess, it's dangerous to go alone every day."

"Don't worry, I'll be back before anyone notices."

With a final glance at her reflection, Fiorella swept out of the room.

The winding corridors of the palace gave way to the vast, untouched forest just beyond its walls. The air was still, and only the soft chirping of birds broke the quiet calm.

As Fiorella ventured deeper into the woods, Her mind wandered to him-That mysterious man who had saved her life only to disappear into the shadows. His face, his presence, haunted her thoughts.

Who was he? She had to know. Something about him pulled her closer, despite the danger she sensed lurking in his silence.

She walked further, arriving at the place where he tie his horse everyday. The space was empty. Her heart sank slightly, disappointment creeping in. Where is he? she wondered, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

The soft crunch of leaves beneath her feet echoed in the quiet as she kept moving.

Suddenly, the distant sound of a horse's hooves broke the silence. Her pulse quickened, and she sprinted toward the riverbank.

As she approached, the familiar sight came into view-his black steed standing tall by the water. And there, by the river, was Taehyung. Clad in all black, he sat at the edge, his back to her, idly tossing stones into the water. Fiorella's breath caught, her steps faltering. It's him.

But before she could call out, Taehyung's body tensed. In one swift motion, he spun, his dagger drawn and cold steel pressed against her throat before she could even react. His eyes, dark and piercing, glinted with suspicion.

"It's me!" Fiorella gasped, stepping back, her hands raised. "I just wanted to talk!"

His gaze narrowed as recognition dawned, but the coldness in his expression did not waver. Without a word, he withdrew the dagger, turning his back on her as he grabbed his horse's reins, prepared to leave.

Fiorella felt a surge of frustration rise within her.

"I'm talking to you!" she called after him,

"Are you deaf?