You all are habitual of me writing Author's pov most of the time to explain both of their povs but since last 2 chapters I am only giving yn's pov that might confuse you, 'cause the things which you all know due to author's pov, Yn does not know that... For eg., jin getting married. so I would like it if you read it carefully and don't get confuse.
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‹★Queen was never born— she was made after carrying the scars wrapped in silk.
Villain was born, since no one asked the back story behind the flames he ignited, neither he cared to explain. ★›
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YN'S POV
I was sitting on the floor of a huge room. The mannequins of bride gowns must be laughing at how pathetic I must be looking. He dropped me in this room and ordered me to change into whatever I like.
Like?
I hated this. The image of horror was still fresh in my head, making me tremble every time I remember how the shadow skimmed jungkook's father's face and it was more terrifying that—me, the stupid, foolish me, was staying with the same Shadow under delusion.
But it was strange how beneath that fear I was furious. Maybe because he tried to harm my daughter, maybe because I loved him. Maybe because I saw him as someone he wasn't but worse.
Door opened as I flinched hard and tried to get up, wincing at the ache in my leg as I stopped and hugged my knees. My eyes met his in the giant mirror which was infront of me. He was in a black three-piece suit, a perfect groom collection from one of his brands.
But for my eyes—I saw nothing but the devil. One of the monsters of my nightmares.
“Why are you not ready yet?” he asked calmly, walking towards me; the boots clicked on the marble floor, making my surroundings more eerie.
“I didn't like any of it. You said wear whatever you like.” I grit my teeth watching him casually look through the gowns ignoring my words before grabbing one and walked towards me.
It pissed me off as well as made me feel so weak that my words didn't affect him at all. My heart, my stupid heart, was still trying to smooth the trauma my mind was recalling instead of accepting the bitter truth.
“Wear this one.” he stood up in infront of me, holding the gown as I shot him a glare.
“I would rather choose death than wear this for you—ahk!” I yelped when he slid his hands under my arms and picked me up until I was standing on my feet. I looked up at him with wide eyes but my breath hitched when I smelled nothing but blood and smoke.
