His Dearest Weapon┃Taekook

Chapter 21 | His to Marry

Taehyung, November 14, 1985, Royal Palace of Azura

I am surrounded by designers, stylists and maids as they rush around in a frenzy. It's the wedding day today. At the crack of dawn, I was basically dragged from the 'comforts' of my cell and brought to this room. I have not seen Jungkook since the day he told me about his past. 

I glanced at the clock and estimated that it was approximately midday. The stylists had me seated for what felt like an eternity, perhaps close to 2 hours, meticulously applying layers of mysterious powders and captivating glitters onto my skin. When they finally declared their work complete, the person reflected in the mirror looked like a different version of myself entirely. What I saw in my reflection was the image of someone who was happy, healthy and desired to marry the King.

How did they make me look like that?

The art of cosmetics, I suppose.

"The finishing touches have been made to the dress. Please drop the bathrobe," exclaims the breathless head designer. The designers are going through such measures to make me perfect but at the end of the day, it will all be bloody. I slowly take off the bathrobe that I was wearing and stand there, motionless, waiting for the stylists to dress me. 

I hate the fact that I'm naked and vulnerable but apparently, 'Queens are not supposed to dress themselves'.

Before the cosmetics and hair was done, I was first bathed. I will be honest; it was the best experience in my life. The water was so warm and refreshing. I could've stayed in there for eternity. The maids also used scented soaps on my skin and some other things that I could not identify. After the bath, my flesh was softer than a baby's and I smelt extremely good. 

"His Majesty is so lucky to have such a powerful and stunning Queen by his side," one of the maids murmur and I fight back the urge to scoff. Powerful AND stunning? Sure. 

After a few minutes, I am dressed in the stunning garment that highlights all my best features. I turn with anticipation to look into the mirror. "Your design and skills are absolutely breathtaking," I whisper, my fingers delicately brushing the luxurious fabric of the dress. The dress seemed to embrace me in all the right places, with such a heavenly softness that it was almost ethereal. Every subtle movement I made seemed to make the fabric shimmer as if it held a touch of magic. The neckline sat perfectly, revealing just the right amount of my skin to add a hint of allure without being too revealing.

The designer gestured for me to take a seat once more, signaling to the jeweler to bring over the exquisite jewelry. As the jeweler presented the necklace to me, its flawless beauty perfectly complemented my outfit. The stylist proceeded to delicately fasten the necklace around my neck.

 I was wondering how Jungkook planned to match the cuffs, that prevented me from using my abilities, with my outfit and I'm impressed. The cuffs were re-made to look like actual bracelets. And they looked pretty nice. 

"There we go," the designer says, squeezing my shoulders. "All ready."

"Thank you," I whisper back. I wish I was looking this pretty to marry the one I truly desire not for revenge. 

As a knock resounded through the room, the sound reverberating off the ornate walls, a maid immediately sprang into action, her footsteps hurrying towards the door as she discreetly peered through the gap. "Who is it?" she inquired cautiously.

"It's an urgent message," rang out Jimin's voice from the other side of the threshold. "I need all maids and designers to vacate the room." In that moment, I pivoted towards the doorway to find him standing there, his gaze fixated on the maid who was awaiting instructions.