╰┈➤ "𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" The king's words were like a dagger piercing through my heart. In the brief moment where his gaze met mine, I felt an overwhelming sense of fear rise into my belly. The question, though simple in its wording, was weighted...
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The throne room stood empty, its vastness echoing with silence, save for the gentle patter of rain against the tall windows. The storm outside was relentless, casting a soft glow of diffused light into the room, painting everything in hues of grey. The flickering candles on the wall added a faint warmth, their flames dancing gently, but their glow was no match for the rain-soaked world beyond. The grand chamber felt unusually quiet, the absence of the usual bustle of courtiers and guards adding a sense of intimacy that was rare in a room designed for royal decrees and solemn affairs.
Jungkook had given strict orders—no one was to enter. Today, the throne room belonged to him and Y/N alone.
Y/N sat upon the throne, her form settled against the smooth, gold-trimmed armrests. The throne—so large, so intimidating in its authority—seemed almost out of place under her gentle frame. Yet, as she sat there, a serene smile gracing her lips, she looked every bit the queen she could one day become. Her posture was relaxed, a quiet elegance exuding from her as she let her fingers trail absentmindedly over the carved designs of the throne. Outside, the rain fell harder, but the calm inside the room was unwavering.
Jungkook stood across from her, his canvas poised on an easel, a brush held lightly in his hand as he observed her with quiet focus. He had asked her to sit on the throne, and when she did, something about the sight of her there stirred something deep within him. She belonged in that seat, and though she looked at it with curiosity rather than entitlement, he saw in her the grace and strength of a queen.
He moved his brush slowly, carefully, capturing the curve of her form, the soft expression on her face. Every stroke was filled with admiration and love, as though he were trying to immortalize this very moment—the soft rain, the quiet throne room, and Y/N sitting in the center of it all, like a beacon of light.
Y/N watched him work, her heart fluttering at the sight of his concentration. He was always so serious when he painted, his brow furrowed, his lips slightly parted as he lost himself in the art. She hadn't expected to be sitting on his throne today, but when he had asked her with that gentle smile of his, she couldn't refuse.
The rain drummed steadily against the windows, filling the room with a soothing rhythm. She glanced outside briefly, the storm providing a perfect contrast to the quiet moment they were sharing. But her eyes drifted back to Jungkook, who was so absorbed in his task that he hadn't noticed her watching him.
He paused for a moment, stepping back from the canvas, his dark eyes flicking between the painting and Y/N herself, comparing the two. "Stay still," he said softly, his voice carrying across the stillness of the room.
Y/N chuckled quietly, adjusting her posture just a little. "I didn't move," she teased, though her heart warmed at the attention he was giving her.
Jungkook smiled, shaking his head lightly before returning to the canvas. His brush danced across the surface, capturing the subtleties of her expression, the light that seemed to frame her. To him, this was more than just a painting. It was an offering, a way to capture the essence of the woman who had turned his life upside down in the most beautiful way.
