The King || Yoongi ff

Taken

Back at the castle, you lie in bed. It was late in the morning, almost afternoon but were too tired to get up. Traveling the entire night was not ideal and had messed up your sleep schedule.

A knock brought you back from dozing off again.
"Princess. Miss Naomi is here to see you."
"Send her in please." You sat up and tried to rid yourself of the grogginess.
"Y/N! Quick get up, get dressed!"
"Why what's going on?"
"Today is the annual village festival! Did you forget? We go every year together!"
"Sorry we did a bit of traveling yesterday. Let me throw on some clothes and fix my hair."

The annual festival was the same every year. Hoards of street vendors selling various foods or handmade goods. The entire town wandering around chatting having fun. The only difference was that this year, wherever you walked, people stared.

They parted for you when you stepped to a crowd, when you stepped in line the people in front moved out of your way. It was aggravating to say the least. Having had enough, you grabbed a wooden stool from beside one of the vendor booths and Naomi helped you to stand on it.

Clearing your throat it seemed everyone stopped to look at you.
"I appreciate the respect that is being shown. I know it is a spectacle to see me out like this. But I have lived here my entire life. I know most of you in passing and some more personally. I grew up alongside alot of you and would appreciate if I stopped receiving special treatment and was able to enjoy my day like a normal person. Please. And thank you."

Bowing you stepped off of the stool and a vendor clapped at you. After that show, everyone seemed to loosen up around you. They still stared but made it less obvious. Naomi and you did everything you did every year. Eat, drink, laugh.

Once the sun began to set you decided to head home. You dropped Naomi off at your old house, wishing her goodnight and began the trek back towards the festival where the car was parked and waiting for you.
Only, you didn't make it.

You screamed. Tried to scream over the distant noise of the festival but you were so far nobody would hear you. You hoped someone was wandering around but you never received help.

A bag was thrust over your head and you thrashed as you were dragged. Dragged away from where you left your guard by the car. Dragged away into darkness. A hand pressed to your mouth through the cloth bag to keep you quiet but you fought and fought until a sharp pain in the side of your neck was all you felt, and then, sleep.

When you awoke you were blindfolded. You were on your feet just barely, your toes on the ground but your heel in the air and your arms bound up above your head. The room was cold and you could tell whoever took you had rid you of your dress. Anger surged and mixed with the fear. Worry cut through it at the thought of Yoongi finding out you were taken.

You tried to focus on your senses. The room smelled like blood and rotting flesh. You couldn't hear anything until a door creaking open echoed in the room.
"Hello princess." You knew that voice. Having just talked to that voice the day before.

"Chul?! You took me?!" You screeched and tried to free your hands only to have the rope bite into your skin. He laughed and then went silent. His footsteps were all you could hear and then his fingers touched your face.
"I can see why Prince Yoongi likes you, under all those clothes you aren't half bad. For a peasant." Releasing your chin harshly he stepped away.

"Did you know that my father is dead?" He laughed again, more sinister than the last.
"Of course not, nobody knows yet. But soon everyone will. It was time for a change of authority around here. My father was weak, he didn't even try to stop your precious prince from taking what belonged to us. Just sat there and let him cut all ties so we would suffer. But I'm not like him. I killed him and took the thrown, and when your precious Yoongi comes for you I will kill him too."

"You're evil!" You yelled but that only earned you a slap.
"Don't worry though. Once I've taken his kingdom too I won't have a use for you. You will be free to go back to your old life. You are no threat to me." His steps grew quieter and you heard the door opening again.
"Hang tight." He said and then you were left alone again.