╰┈➤ "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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As I sat on the edge of the bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that everything had changed in just a few short days. It was as if my life had flipped upside down, and I was still trying to find my footing in this new reality. My mind raced back to the moments that had led me here, the signs I had brushed off until they became impossible to ignore.
I had started feeling a strange sense of fatigue creeping in, one that sleep alone couldn't remedy. Then came the nausea that hit me unexpectedly, often in the morning when the sun was just beginning to rise. At first, I thought it was merely a result of the stress of being in this unfamiliar time and place, a side effect of the anxiety that had settled in my chest since Jungkook went off to war. But as the days passed, the symptoms intensified, and I couldn't deny the truth any longer.
Jungkook had noticed my struggle, concern etched into his features when he returned from the battlefield. The moment I confessed my symptoms to him, he wasted no time, insisting we visit the village healer—an old woman known for her wisdom and knowledge of the body. As we made our way through the bustling streets, his presence was a source of comfort, though I could see the worry in his eyes.
When we arrived, the healer examined me with a seriousness that made my heart race. I could feel Jungkook's hand gripping mine tightly, his warmth grounding me as I waited for the verdict. The healer's voice broke the silence, her words heavy with significance. "You are with child," she confirmed, and the world around me seemed to fade away, leaving only her declaration echoing in my mind.
I could hardly process the information as joy and fear collided within me. I was pregnant, carrying Jungkook's child. The reality of it settled in my chest, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over me like a tidal wave. I glanced at Jungkook, his eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and elation. In that moment, everything shifted—this was no longer just a fleeting romance or an adventure; it was something profound, something that would forever tie our fates together.
The implications of it all began to sink in. I would be a mother, and Jungkook would be a father. Thoughts of sleepless nights, the responsibilities of parenthood, and the hopes I had for our child filled my mind. Would they have his strength, his spirit? Would they know the love that brought them into this world?
In that instant, despite the uncertainty and fear of the future, I felt a fierce protectiveness bloom within me, a connection to the tiny life growing inside me. This was a new chapter, one filled with challenges and joys I had never anticipated. As I looked at Jungkook, a sense of determination washed over me. Together, we would face whatever came next, bound by this incredible miracle we had created.
As I sat on the edge of the bed, memories of that pivotal day washed over me like a tide, vivid and unyielding. The room had been small and dimly lit, the air thick with the earthy aroma of herbs and the soft glow of flickering candles casting dancing shadows against the walls. Each flicker seemed to dance in rhythm with the rapid thudding of my heart, echoing the disbelief and anticipation that had filled the space. I could still hear the healer's voice, steady and warm, cutting through the tension of the moment like a beacon of light, offering clarity in an otherwise overwhelming swirl of emotions.
