𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 [Kim Taehyung FF]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝑺𝒊𝒙 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒈𝒐

Taehyung, his figure imposing and stern, held the reins of his black stallion. His cold demeanor reflected in the quiet rustle of the leaves as the horse stood still, sensing its master's composed authority.

Fiorella, dressed in a pale gown of delicate silk, walked toward the horse. Her fingertips gently grazed the animal's sleek black coat, caressing it with a soft, admiring touch.

The stallion neighed quietly, responding to her delicate gesture.
Taehyung watched her with an unreadable expression.

She took a step closer, "You refused to let me near this horse before. Why now?"

Taehyung's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he turned away, "I don't owe you an explanation. If you don't feel like riding, then don't."

His dismissive tone stirred something in her. Fiorella lifted her chin, her royal pride evident. "Stop that attitude, alright? I'm a princess."

Without missing a beat, Taehyung met her gaze, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips, "And I'm not one of your servants. I don't bow to titles."

Her lips pressed together in mild frustration, but she didn't respond immediately. Instead, she mounted the horse, her movements graceful but determined. She would not let him see how much his indifference bothered her.

Fiorella, with a keen eye on Taehyung, noticed the way his posture shifted slightly, as if preparing for something.

"You seem... distracted. What is it?"Her voice was light, but curiosity colored her tone.

Taehyung remained silent for a moment longer than usual before answering. "There's something I need to take care of."

Fiorella raised an eyebrow. "Something? You're being vague again. What is it that needs your attention so suddenly?"

His gaze flickered toward her briefly, unreadable. "Essentials."

The word hung in the air, cold and definitive, as if no further explanation was required.

Unsatisfied, Fiorella pressed on. "Essentials? From where?"

Taehyung's voice was even, but the edge of impatience crept in. "The market. It's urgent."

Fiorella slowed her horse slightly, her brows knitting together. "Why now? Can't it wait until tomorrow? I could go with you-it'd be safer with the two of us."

He exhaled softly, as if the conversation was a mild irritation, yet something flickered in his dark eyes. "I don't wait, and I don't need your company or protection, Princess."

There was something in his tone that hinted at more-something unspoken. Fiorella leaned closer, her curiosity deepening.

"Then why not let me come? What's so important that you can't wait a day?"

Taehyung's jaw tightened, and for a fleeting second, his cold mask seemed to waver. He glanced at her with a look she couldn't quite decipher, before giving a resigned sigh.

"Fine. One day."