Jennie Kim, the princess of Nereida is soon to marry the crown prince of Celestoria, Jeon Jungkook.
Due to certain circumstances, she meets a commoner who helps her, named Han Taehyung.
Little to her knowledge, Jungkook poses a threat to her kingd...
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"Tae," a whisper ran in his ear, cutting through the stillness of the corridor like a ghostly breeze. He looked all around him, his heart pounding in his chest, the air thick with tension and memories. It sounded like her—soft, familiar, and hauntingly sweet. He spotted her behind the pillars, her presence ethereal as she smiled at him, the kind of smile that once lit up his darkest days. Yet, a chilling realization gripped him; she was dead though. Yet he still wished he could feel the warmth of her wrapping her arms around him.
He took a tentative step forward, his breath hitching in his throat as his vision focused on her, blurring the line between reality and imagination. The flickering candlelight revealed glimpses of her silken dress, a deep shade of blue that appeared ghostly, almost transparent. "Tae," she whispered again, her voice a melody that tugged at the strings of his heart, drawing him closer to her.
He recalled the last moments they shared, the laughter that once echoed through their lives now replaced by a suffocating silence. "Is it really you?" he called out, his voice trembling, wavering between hope and fear. The air grew colder as he approached, his steps fueled with an irresistible urge to reach out to her.
As he neared the pillars, memories flooded back—moments of love, laughter, and shared dreams that had been shattered by the cruel hands of fate. He could almost feel her hand in his, the warmth of her skin, the way she would lean in, her eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. But now, all that remained was a bittersweet echo of what once was, leaving him to wonder if his mind was playing tricks or if she truly lingered in this space between life and death.
"Please, come back to me," he whispered, desperation lacing his voice, his heart yearning for a connection. But as he reached out, the vision of her began to fade, dissolving into the shadows, leaving behind only a whisper in the wind—a reminder that love, even in loss, can never truly be extinguished. His feet stumbled over a huge vase, knocking it down with a thud. He looked down, upset with the reality.
"Tae, come find me," he heard the whisper again, a haunting melody that danced on the edges of his consciousness. The voice was soft, almost playful, yet it sent shivers down his spine. She smiled and walked away lightly, her movements graceful. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, captivated by the ethereal beauty. But as he watched her retreating figure, a hint of uneasiness settled in the pit of his stomach.
He smiled widely, feeling a mixture of hope and desire until he noticed her feet. Her feet were twisted, grotesquely contorted, her toes pointed in the opposite direction of her steps, as if her existence was a deception to reality.
A chill washed over him, and he reminded himself, almost pleadingly, that she wasn't real. Just a part of his imagination, a trick of the mind. His feet stopped in their tracks, refusing to follow her.
She turned back, her smile widening even further, an unsettling contrast to the blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, glistening like red rubies against her pale skin. The sight made his heart race, pounding against his chest. "What is it? You don't love me?" she asked, her voice a mix of innocence and something far more sinister. The question hung in the air, heavy with implications he didn't dare to accept.
