Dragon's Love (Jungkook ff)

♡ Chapter 60 ♡

The halls were dressed in gold.

Garlands of pale roses hung from every archway, silk banners floated in the breeze, and musicians played soft melodies that echoed like ghosts. Servants whispered behind heavy curtains, and nobles with painted smiles gathered in their finest clothes - yet empty eyes.

Y/n watched them quietly as they stepped into the place, one by one, like shadows slipping through cracks in the world. Their eyes were hollow-dark and lifeless, like mirrors that forgot how to reflect. A chill ran down her spine, not from the wind, but from memory.

She had seen eyes like that before.

At the peak of the snowy mountain, where the wind howled like a beast and the sky bled gray, they had come-those same empty stares, those same soulless faces. And with them, death had followed. That was the day they took Taehyung from her.

Her hands clenched at her sides as the memory came back, sharp and cold like the snow beneath her boots. The echo of his name still lived in the silence that followed.

Now, seeing those eyes again, she knew-whatever curse had claimed the mountain had followed them here.

But Y/n walked like a shadow among them.

Each step echoed in her mind, heavy and slow, like a bell tolling for her own funeral. Her gown shimmered under the light, perfect and untouched - a cruel lie that hid the bruises beneath it. Her lips wore rouge. Her eyes, dark with secrets. Her fingers, delicate and steady... gripped the hilt of a dagger hidden in the folds of her dress.

It was small, old, the handle carved with the sigil of her family - something her mother had once kept in a chest of forgotten things. Chester had cleaned it without a word, then placed it in her hand. He hadn't stopped her.

No one did.

Jackson was unconscious when she left her room, wrapped in healing spells and silence. Chester had only said, "If you choose to do this, make it clean. Make it count."

She had slain the three-headed beast just the day before-its roars still echoed in her bones, its blood still fresh in her memory. If she could face that monster and walk away breathing, then killing Tieran should be easy.

But deep down, Y/n knew better.

This wasn't just a man. He carried shadows around him like a cloak, and behind him trailed a hundred silent followers with hollow eyes and faded faces. Ghostly soldiers, who came here today wearing fancy clothes pretending to be noble. She knew the moment she made her move-just one strike, one breath too loud-they would all come for her.

Still, her heart did not shake.

Even if she fell today, she would not fall alone. If this was to be her last day, she would make sure Tieran come with her. Down into the dark. Into the fire. Into whatever waited beyond-hell.