Taehyung, October 9, 1985, Royal Palace of Azura
"Follow me, dear," Jungkook says as he stands in front of my cell. We had arrived back in Azura just last night, and the familiarity of being confined within these four walls once again gnawed at my sense of freedom. Oh, how I despised the suffocating nature of this space.
"To where? Training?" I inquire, pushing myself up from the uncomfortable cot, my movements a blend of weariness and curiosity.
"No, silly. You will be getting your fitting done for the wedding," Jungkook explains.
"Why bother? You already know my measurements. Small and meek," I murmur quietly, a hint of resignation lacing my words.
"Get up, Taehyung. Don't waste my time, dear," Jungkook utters and I slowly walk towards the cell doors. "Unlock him, Park."
After a firm nod, Jimin unlocks the cell doors with a determined expression, allowing himself to enter the confined space. Swiftly and with utmost care, he reaches out and grasps my hands, skillfully removing the irksome chains that bound my wrists before replacing them with sturdy metal bracelets resembling rigid bars. 'Take care' he mouths to me and I give him a slight nod.
I slowly walk out of the dimly lit cell, feeling a sense of unease creeping over me, and Jungkook's strong grip on my arm startles me as he forcefully twists me around. In a firm, almost possessive manner, he raises my hand, his sharp eyes glaring into mine.
"Where's your ring, Taehyung?" Jungkook growls, his voice laced with suspicion and authority.
I raise an eyebrow defiantly, a smirk playing on my lips. "It might've slipped off, Your Majesty," I retort, trying to maintain a façade of nonchalance.
Jungkook's expression darkens, his patience wearing thin. "Park! Order the Royal Jeweler to replicate the same design of the ring, twentyfold," he commands, the sharpness in his tone echoing through the dungeon.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Jimin says.
"20?" I ask.
"Correct. It seems like you're very good at losing things so I'll have to get 20 to make sure my ring is always on that pretty little finger of yours," Jungkook declares, his grip on me tightening as he begins to usher me forcefully out of the oppressive confines of the dungeon.
"Are you not going to blindfold me?" I ask as we step out of the dungeon.
"I'm not. Or would you like to be blindfolded?" Jungkook's breath tickles my ear as he poses the tempting question, his tone a blend of mischief and desire. "And perhaps even gagged and tied up?" he continues, his words causing a shiver to run down my spine. What is he saying?
"What? No," I murmur and look around at the Royal Palace. It's even more elegant than any other castle I have ever seen. Portraits of Jungkook, exquisitely framed, grace the walls alongside ornate and expensive-looking paintings that catch the light in the most mesmerizing way.
"Hmm. Walk faster, dear," Jungkook says softly, gently tugging me along, diverting my attention from the awe-inspiring decorations. As we make our way to our destination, I find myself continuously gazing around me, utterly captivated by the sheer beauty of it all. This place, it's truly breathtaking. "Ah, here we are." A guard opens the door to a room and we walk inside. Once within the room, the opulence of the space enveloped us, with an array of luscious fabrics, intricate threads, and various sewing implements meticulously arranged throughout the chamber. The room exuded a sense of creativity and industry. Upon our arrival, the women who had been seated on the plush sofas rose gracefully, their movements synchronized as they respectfully bowed in our direction, acknowledging our presence with a show of reverence and respect.
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His Dearest Weapon┃Taekook
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