Taehyung, November 7, 1985, Castle of Darenia
"What? Why?" I ask.
"Why not? The kingdom has to know about their new queen. And do not question my decisions," Jungkook says. "Come in!"
The door creaked open slowly and in glided two maids, their presence announced with a graceful bow. "Your Majesty," they greeted in unison, their voices soft and respectful.
"Dress him up. Make him pretty." Jungkook orders. His gaze then settled on me as he casually remarked, "You haven't showered, right?"
"I haven't," I reply.
"Very well. Go shower. Do you need any help?" Jungkook says, tilting his head with a smirk plastered on his lips.
The maids cough as I turn red. "No thank you." I quickly rush towards the bathroom and slam the door shut.
As I strip out of my garments, I think about Jungkook. Why is he doing this? Why isn't he acting suspicious of me? He's acting as if this a normal marriage done under normal circumstances. I let the warm water cascade down my skin as I stand there, thinking about what Jungkook is thinking of doing. His normalness is scaring me.
I step out of the shower enclosure as I wrap the towel around my torso that goes down to mid-thigh. "Now what am I supposed to wear?" I mutter to myself. I inch open the door and to my shock and demise, Jungkook is still there and he's looking straight at me.
"Come out, dear," Jungkook says.
"Pass me the attire that I'm supposed to wear," I mutter.
"Come out. The maids will dress you," Jungkook replies, his eyes glistening with that sickening glint.
"I am not dressed. I only have the towel," I mumble.
"There's no need to be shy, dear. It's just me and the maids," Jungkook answers. "Now, come outside before I lose my patience."
Fuck this men. Fuck him. Absolutely fucking fuck him. Summoning all the courage I could muster, I pushed past the suffocating fear that threatened to consume me, taking a deep breath before finally stepping out of the bathroom. With every fiber of my being screaming for invisibility, Jungkook's gaze felt like a searing spotlight that stripped me bare, his words piercing through the silence like a knife through flesh. "My, my. What a beautiful masterpiece," his tone was laden with a possessive admiration that made my skin crawl, a reminder of my helplessness in his presence. The bile rose in my throat as I raged silently against his appraisal, feeling every word like an accusation, a violation seeping into the very core of my being. I heard his words like a taunt, a cruel reminder of my vulnerability in this twisted game of power. I want nothing more to rip out the ground and sew it onto my skin. Anything to hide myself from his shameless, lust filled, eyes.
"Where. are. the. clothes?" I say through gritted teeth.
"Ah, yes. Got a bit distracted," Jungkook smirks. He then gestures towards the maids to give me the clothes. A royal blue top with matching black dress pants. The top had just a mere string at the back holding it in place.
"This is too scandalous. I cannot wear this," I mutter.
"You will wear what I tell you to wear," Jungkook says. "Go and dress him. Make sure not to touch him. Do you have your gloves?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," one of the maids replies as they both hold up their gloved hands.
"Good. Be quick," Jungkook orders as the maids walk towards me.
"Wait, they're dressing me here?" I yell.
"Of course," Jungkook replies. "Don't raise your voice."
The maids unwrap the towel that was tightly wrapped around my frame and hold it up so it covers my body. I turned around from Jungkook so I didn't have to see him staring at me. This couldn't get more embarrassing. I quickly put on the attire as the maids drops the towel and put it in the hamper.
"Come closer, Taehyung," Jungkook muttered in a low, commanding voice that sent a shiver down my spine, making me comply by taking hesitant steps towards him. "Turn for me," he instructed, his expression unreadable as he deftly clasped the two strings, their ends meeting in his grasp as he skillfully tied them together with a precise motion. In that moment, all I could think of was creating distance from Jungkook, a sense of unease stirring within me, but his firm hold on the strings only served to draw me closer, his gloved hands coming into contact with my skin in a disgusting sensation that made me involuntarily gasp. "There you go. Pretty little bird."
The maids make me sit in front of the vanity as they apply some type of powder on my face. It made my skin look brighter.
Happier.
Healthier.
It's all fake, though. Just to make me look like a normal human.
Which I'm not.
When the maids finish, Jungkook hauls me up to my feet. His eyes rake over my face and then my body. "Perfect. Now, be quiet and only speak when spoken, too. Keep your eyes to yourself and do not even try to run away. You know there's no chance. Stay right beside me and do not question anything I do or say. Understood?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," I say, mockingly.
"Good boy." Jungkook leads me outside and I turn my head just so slightly to see Jimin staring at me. His eyes held some type of jealousy and hatred. I give him a small smile as Jungkook leads us closer to the hall. I stare at my surroundings in awe. The castle is indeed majestic. I hope whoever lived here rests in peace up in heaven.
I wonder if I'll get to go there?
Probably not. I'm a monster. I'd be kicked out.
Guards bow as Jungkook and I pass by. Our footsteps echo off the marble floor until we finally arrive in front of the towering set of doors. Just as the massive doors start to creak open, a sudden warmth wraps around my waist, causing me to instinctively flinch. I attempt to subtly loosen myself from Jungkook's firm touch, but his grip only strengthens, guiding me confidently into the opulent dining hall. The room is filled with an array of distinguished figures—lords, nobles, and various other esteemed individuals—all acknowledging our presence through reverent gestures of bowing. Their formalities persist until Jungkook and I eventually reach the prominent head of the table, where we assume our seats. It feels awkward to be seated here with all these people. I feel out of place.
Especially sitting beside Jungkook.
"You may sit," Jungkook orders and the people immediately sit down onto their chairs. "Eat."
It's as if Jungkook controls the whole group of people. He's the puppeteer.
We are the puppets.
"Do I need to give you a separate invitation, dear?" Jungkook whispers against my ear, his voice low and airy. "Eat. Now."
I nod as I try to choke down the meal. It's not that it wasn't good, its just that I can't eat. Firstly, because of the battle and then secondly, because of the stares I'm getting from the lords and nobles. It makes me want to shrink down into my seat.
As everyone finishes up, I gulp my food down quickly as the servants quickly clear up the table. Jungkook, stands up, and everyone starts looking at him.
"As some of you may be informed, I have chosen a partner for myself and a queen for my kingdom. Kim Taehyung has shown to be rightful of this as he's a very dear weapon of mine. He has helped me win this battle and this kingdom. In the future, he will do much more useful things," Jungkook utters as the people listen to him, intently. "Get up, dear."
I slowly get up and stand beside Jungkook. I stop myself from trembling as Jungkook places a hand on my waist. "Meet Kim Taehyung. Your soon-to-be Queen."
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