With a few months of fixing up the small log cabin, it soon became a place to call home for you and Namjoon. The two of you enjoyed the company of one another every day, doing activities such as dancing, singing, crafting, gardening, and swimming.
You stood in the kitchen on a decently warm afternoon, preparing a salad with mixed greens and vegetables. Namjoon wrapped his arms around you, hands resting against your bumping stomach. He placed a gentle kiss on your neck, bringing a smile to your face. The sun was setting quickly, and you wanted to finish preparing dinner before it was dark.
"Do you mind cutting these tomatoes for me real quick while I go wash up some carrots?" "Anything for you, princess," he grinned. You wiped your hands on your apron, stepping outside of the cabin and over to the garden with a basket made from woven straw.
Pulling the carrots from the earth and placing them in the basket, you made your way to the little clear stream by your home to wash off the mud. You waved at Namjoon who could see you through the window, him waving back before you bent down at the edge of the water that flowed south. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed something moving.
Standing up, the figure behind the brush came forth. It was a black stallion like the ones back from the kingdom. He was lugging bags that were attached to a leather saddle strapped around his torso.
The horse cautiously approached, sniffing your hand. You glided your hand across his coarse mane and strong jaw. "Kenai!" a man shouted, the horse backing away and turning in that direction. The stranger was about 30 feet away from where you stood.
"What are you doing with my horse?" he questioned sternly. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was only petting him. He's very pretty." "Pretty?" the man mumbled. "Yes sir. Pretty." "He is not pretty. Pretty is for dainty and weak mares. Not a strong beast like Kenai." You looked down, nodding your head and adverted your focus back to his.
He kept staring at your features with scrunched eyebrows. "Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked. "No, I don't believe so." Searching his satchel, he pulled a paper from it, examining whatever was on the beige space.
"You're the king's daughter. The witch." You couldn't find any words to say. This stranger let out a loud whistle. "Hey boys! We got her!" he boasted. Two other men came up beside him, both riding black horses. "Well well well," one of them devilishly smirked.
"Who wants to do the honors?" the one who obviously seemed to be the leader asked. "Do we have to? Can't we just take her back to the kingdom?" the third man spoke. "You know the king's orders. James, take care of this," he demanded before riding off, the hooves of the horse turning up dirt and fall colored leaves.
Hesitantly, the third one did as well. The second man raised a bow in your direction, and you froze like terrified prey. His hand set the sharp arrow free, and you squeezed your eyes shut. But you didn't feel the searing pain of your flesh opening. Just a gust of wind.
"Shit," the man cursed, the sound of galloping horse feet becoming fainter in the distance. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up to see Namjoon's face. His winged outstretched. "I told you I'd never let you get hurt." He gave you a calm side smile before collapsing into your arms. He was too heavy to hold up, so you slid down, legs pressing against the dampened soil.
"Namjoon," you whispered as the cotton fabric around the area of his heart became soaked, changing crimson. He looked up at you, "I'll be okay, princess. I promise." "No. You're not going to be okay, you're-" "I wasn't finished," he weakly smiled.
You nodded, bitting your bottom lip, tears falling down your cheeks. "I kept my promise, so now you have to promise me something." "What is it?" you sniffled. The lilac color in his hair was beginning to fade as your once white dress became drenched in blood.
"Promise...that you won't miss me too much," he spoke softly as his eyes slowly closed. Despite knowing that wasn't possible, you still made yourself say it. "I-I promise," you cried, feeling all of his muscles relax. His tan skin started to shine even brighter than the natural bronze glow it already radiated. This time it gleamed gold.
Namjoon's body began to melt away into golden dust, starting with the tips of his fingers and toes. The particles giving warmth and comfort to your heart. It danced around your body, looping and swirling all about. It hovered over the ground before soaking into the pores of the forest floor. Tiny white flowers budded from the soil where the dust had laid to rest.
The same white flowers that you had entangled into Namjoon's hair in the first spring you two had spent together, officially a couple. Your chest ached at the pain of what you would have rather been an arrow than that of losing your lover.
You lied back onto the grass, staring up at the twinkling stars that came out of hiding to greet one another in the clear night sky. The tear stains that trailed downwards soon dried, and you closed your eyes, tiredness from sadness falling upon your hurt mind.
1 week later
You sat on a rock by the cliff you now occupied alone once again. Your eyes staring at the vastness of the ocean. "Hey, princess." A familiar voice broke the silence. Your heart jumped as you stood up, turning around. "Namjoon!" His lilac hair was now white, the tips of his wings tinted with gold. He was still as beautiful as ever. You ran into his arms, him lifting you into a meaningful hug.
"I missed you so much," you sobbed. "I told you not to miss me too much," he chuckled. "How are you even here?" you questioned, looking up at him. "Let's just say that I was given another chance," Namjoon smiled, planting a passionate kiss on your lips.
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(And by another chance, I mean her mother gave Namjoon her life as an angel to him so they could live happily together.)
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