Dragon's Love (Jungkook ff)

♡ Chapter 59 ♡

A dull morning light crept into Y/n's chambers like a whisper, barely brushing the edge of the curtains. The fire in the fireplace had died down, leaving the room cold and still. The air carried a hush - the kind that came just before something big.

Y/n stood before the tall mirror, wrapped in silk and silence. Her body still ached in places, but the healing had worked - Chester's magic and the herbs had done their job. She could breathe again without pain. She could stand without trembling.
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In the early hours of the morning, when the sky was still a pale grey and the world had not yet stretched itself awake, Chester stepped into her chamber. The air was cold, quiet, like it, too, was holding its breath. He crossed the room softly, his boots barely making a sound on the stone floor.

"Y/N," he said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "It's time to wake up."

Her eyes opened slowly, heavy with sleep and dread. For a heartbeat, she forgot what day it was. Then it hit her-the wedding.

She sat up, her voice dry. "So it's happening?"

Chester shook his head. "No. Not really. But you still need to get ready."

She looked at him, confused. He took a seat at the edge of the bed and spoke quietly, as if the walls might be listening. "Until Jackson returns with news that the dragons are safe-until Tieran is dealt with-we have to pretend. Act like everything is going the way Tieran wants."

Y/N's breath caught in her chest as she looked at the dress.
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So right now she wore a pale silver gown, soft and flowing, with tiny pearls stitched into the sleeves like drops of morning dew. Her hair, tied up to a messy bun some long stripe of hair escaped from the bun and curled around her shoulders. Her eyes, though calm on the surface, held storms.

Chester stood behind her, fixing some flowers in her hair with gentle hands. His fingers worked quickly but with care, like her hair might snap if he wasn't careful.

"You look beautiful," he said, voice soft - not just in admiration, but as if trying to steady her heartbeat.

Y/n gave a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Feels like dressing for a funeral."

Chester paused, meeting her gaze in the mirror. "Then let me remind you... you're not walking into this alone."

Y/n quickly turned her head toward the raven. "What?"

"Hmm, I asked Master if I could walk you down the aisle to him."

Before she could answer, the chamber door burst open with a loud crash.

Jackson stumbled inside, barely upright, one hand pressed against his side, blood seeping through his coat. His other hand gripped the edge of the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him standing.

Y/n spun, heart lurching. "Jackson!"

He tried to speak but staggered forward, knees buckling. Chester caught him before he could fall, lowering him gently to the rug.

"Dragons-" Jackson choked out, his voice raw. "They're gone... I couldn't find them. Not even their tracks."

Blood soaked through his fingers, dark and thick. Y/n dropped to her knees beside him, already reaching for a cloth.

"Gone?" Chester echoed, alarm spreading across his face. "That's not possible. They were moved to new cells in a sealed tower. After that, Tieran didn't change their location because he used so much power and strength just to seal it."

"They're not there," Jackson gasped, collapsing to his knees. "I checked everywhere I could... I'm so sorry, Y/n. I don't know what to do anymore."
His voice broke like glass beneath heavy feet. "I'm sorry I'm useless. Mother Nature... she took most of my powers away as punishment. I was only meant to guide you, to show you the way to change the future. But I got involved in this matter... which means I went against Mother Nature. And now-"

Blood spilled from his lips. He tried to hold it back, but it stained his hand, red and dark.
Tears traced down his cheeks as if the guilt had carved paths through his soul.

Y/n knelt beside him, panic rising in her chest. She pressed a cloth to the wound on his side, her hands trembling. "No," she whispered, shaking her head.

But then, his hand shot up and caught her wrist-still strong, still warm.

Silence settled over the room like a fog.
Y/n looked at him, her breath caught somewhere deep in her chest, refusing to move.
All the plans. All the courage. The promises, the hope... gone.
And with it, the dragons.
The last hope of their world.
Gone.

Chester stood still as stone, jaw clenched, eyes dark with fury. A faint light began to glow in his palm as he knelt beside Jackson, channeling what healing he could offer into Jackson's broken body.

"What do we do now?" Y/n's voice came out soft, cracked like dried leaves in the wind. Her gaze drifted to the raven.

Jackson looked up at her, pain written in every corner of his face. "You might not have a choice."

Y/n sank back, the silk of her wedding gown spilling around her in gentle waves, like moonlight poured across the floor.

Tears welled in her eyes, but she forced them back.

"I'll do something. Don't worry. I'll do anything to stop this. But for now, just-"
Jackson tried to speak, but the words tangled in his throat. His voice trailed off.

Then, below them, the bells began to toll.
Slow.
Steady.
Cruel.
Each ring a reminder. Each chime a chain around her heart.

To the world it was like she was walking toward vows and roses.

But she was walking into fire.

And she had known fire before.
After all, her lover is a dragon.

She closed her eyes. The pain in her chest pressed down like a mountain. Her heart felt too full, too heavy. She wanted to hide. She wanted to scream.
She wanted to vanish.
Right now, if someone offered her death, she would have taken it.

But when she opened her eyes again, something inside her had hardened.
A piece of her broke free and took shape-sharp, strong, and cold.

"I'll go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, rising slowly to her feet. "But not as a bride."

Chester stood too. He didn't speak. Didn't move. He only looked at her, and something in his eyes shifted.

"I'll go as a storm."