Díe With A Smile | Taekook

3| Don't Burn Urself.

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The next day arrived all too quickly. Jungkook found himself standing a step behind his father, with his brother Hoseok beside him and Taehyung on Hoseok's other side, all waiting for the King and Princess of Northwind to arrive. The morning sun was already high, casting light across the courtyard, but the atmosphere was thick with formalities.

Hoseok stifled a yawn, rubbing his eyes like he'd just rolled out of bed. "They might have forgotten the way here," he mumbled, almost to himself, as if he wouldn't mind if that were true.

Jungkook leaned in, keeping his voice low enough so it wouldn't carry to their father. "It would be so nice if they did." His expression betrayed him, showing he meant every word.

Hoseok turned to Jungkook, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Looks like someone doesn't care much for Northwind either."

With a playful tilt of his head, Jungkook replied, "Guess that's what makes us brothers, Crown Prince."

Taehyung, who stood next to Hoseok, couldn't hide the quiet chuckle that escaped him, shaking his head softly as he looked ahead.

Soon enough, the deep, rhythmic sound of drums echoed through the courtyard, a ceremonial announcement of the approaching guests.

"Straighten your backs and look as enthusiastic as you can about their visit," the King commanded, his voice firm, like a general briefing his troops before battle. "We cannot afford to lose their alliance."

A reminder of the stakes. Jungkook shifted slightly, his posture tightening, though his mind still lingered on his distaste for the guests. Beside him, Hoseok let out a low, almost imperceptible sigh but complied, standing taller, his princely mask sliding effortlessly into place.

Taehyung, ever composed, adjusted his stance, his sharp gaze flicking toward the entrance. He exuded the calm confidence of someone used to wearing duty like armor, though Jungkook could sense the subtle tension in his jawline.

The procession was near now, the pounding of the drums merging with the approaching clip clop of hooves and the faint rustle of banners in the wind.

The sounds of horses grew louder, their hooves striking against the stone path in a steady rhythm. The procession approached, and one by one, the riders pulled to a halt in front of the grand palace gates. At the center of the formation, a regal sedan chair came to a stop, its ornately carved details reflecting the morning sunlight. A Northwind guard stepped forward with practiced precision, opening the door with a respectful bow.

The King of Northwind emerged, his commanding presence instantly drawing attention. The Kim family dipped into a synchronized bow, their movements precise and dignified. The King offered a courteous bow in return.

Moments later, the soft creak of another palanquin followed. This one, more delicate and richly adorned, came to rest just behind the king's sedan. From within, a figure stepped out with practiced grace a young woman, her every move exuding poise and elegance.

Princess Ha-young.

Her beauty was undeniable, with her delicate features and a smile so polished it seemed almost carved. She descended with an air of quiet confidence, her gown flowing effortlessly around her. The gentle tilt of her chin and the way her eyes scanned the gathered royals made it clear she was not just a princess.