Join V(Kim Tae-hung), a skilled archer and avid reader, as he discovers an ancient book in his grandparents' village. The book, filled with mysterious symbols and forgotten stories, leads him on a journey of time travel and romance. As V unravels th...
The royal guards approached with measured steps, their armor gleaming under the palace's golden light. Taehyung, who stood with Jimin in a quiet corner, paused mid-sentence as they approached.
Guard: "Taehyung, His Majesty has summoned you."
Jimin's gaze sharpened, his body tensing. "The King?"
Taehyung's expression remained unreadable, though the faintest shadow of unease flickered in his eyes. He inclined his head.
Taehyung: "I will accompany you."
As the guards prepared to escort him, Jimin stepped forward, gripping Taehyung's forearm.
Jimin: "Tae, listen to me. Be careful. If the King knows about you and Na-Rae..." His voice faltered. "He'll kill you. If he asks, deny everything."
Tae placed a steady hand on Jimin's shoulder, a reassuring smile on his lips.
Tae: "Don't worry about me. If anything happens, I won't let you get involved."
Jimin: "I don't care about me!" Jimin's voice rose slightly. "You're my brother. I just... don't want to lose you."
Tae chuckled softly, pulling him into a brief hug. "I'll be fine. Trust me."
Taehyung: "Trust me, Jimin. I have no intention of leaving her—or you—behind."
Breaking away, Taehyung followed the guards with measured steps, his heart steady but his mind bracing for what lay ahead.
Scene: Inside the King's Chambers
The grand doors of the King's chambers groaned open, revealing the monarch seated on an elevated dais. His piercing gaze settled on Taehyung as the latter entered and bowed deeply, his forehead nearly brushing the polished floor.
Taehyung: "Your Majesty, you summoned me."
The King leaned forward, his voice cold and sharp like a blade.
King: "What is your purpose here, stranger?"
Taehyung straightened, his expression neutral. "I do not understand, Your Majesty."
The King rose, his robes sweeping the floor as he descended the dais, his presence growing more imposing with every step.
King: "You are not of this kingdom. You appeared out of nowhere, and now you linger near my daughter like a shadow. Speak, or I shall cut you down where you stand."
Taehyung's heart quickened, but his face betrayed no fear.
Taehyung: "Your Majesty, I swear upon my honor, No one sent me."
The King's expression darkened, and with a swift motion, he unsheathed his sword. The metallic hiss echoed through the chamber.
King: "Do not insult my intelligence. Who sent you to weave your web around my daughter? Speak now, or I will end your deceit with my sword."
Taehyung inhaled deeply, meeting the King's gaze without flinching.
Taehyung: "I speak only the truth, my lord. No one sent me. I am here because..." (pauses, voice steady but heavy) "I love Princess Na-Rae."
The King's face contorted with rage. In a flash, he raised the sword and pressed its cold edge against Taehyung's neck.
King: "Love? A man like you dares to speak of love for my daughter?"
Taehyung stood his ground, his eyes unwavering. Not a single muscle twitched, nor did he blink as the sword bit into his skin.
Taehyung: "I dare, Your Majesty, because my love for her is true. If it costs me my life to confess it, so be it. I would rather die than deny what I feel."
The King studied him, his fury slowly giving way to scrutiny. He stepped back, lowering the sword, though his grip remained firm.
King: (voice quieter but no less commanding) "You stand before me, a man of unknown origin, and claim to love my daughter. Do you not fear death?"
Taehyung: (calmly) "Death does not frighten a man whose heart already belongs to another."
The King's chambers were shrouded in tense silence, the air heavy with unspoken accusations. The King's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, his gaze burning into Taehyung.
King: "Guards! I want his head at my feet. One stroke—clean and swift. Make it so."
Taehyung's lips curved into a faint chuckle, the sound startlingly calm. He bent down on one knee, lowering his head as though offering it willingly.
Taehyung pov:I am sorry mom and dad .. Taehyung: "If my death eases your anger, my lord, I accept it. But know this—my love for Na-Rae will not die with me."
The King's sharp eyes studied Taehyung's every movement, his fingers twitching in frustration.
The guards drew their swords, their steps deliberate as they approached. One guard lifted his blade high, ready to strike the fatal blow.
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