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Taeyong (NCT): Royal Pain

(A/N: Dedicated to my friend racheruna 😊)

It was known by all those surrounding the kingdom of Seoul that the royal family was the key to peace. The king and queen had ruled peacefully over the land for twenty years. Although they had ruled for an extended period and their marriage had brought about much love and happiness, they had only one son. A son was a heir, a heir that they needed in order to secure the future of the kingdom. The only problem was their son was not as peace loving as they would have hoped, Taeyong loved war and he had dreamed of being a warrior king since he was a young boy. He wanted ultimate power over Seoul and all the surrounding kingdoms.
King Yejun had tried to teach his son all the positives of peace but time wasn't on his side. On his way back from Ilsan he and his wife were mugged and killed by the inhabitants of the kingdom. Now more than ever Taeyong wanted war, and as the new King of Seoul he could have it.

Rebecca hated working in the palace; she hated how rough and power thirsty the people were at court. It had been better when King Yejun and Queen Mya had been on the throne, their experience helped them understand that there were those who desired self power over the wellbeing of the kingdom. Taeyong, on the other hand was still young and believed that his advisers were looking out for what was best for him.
It wasn't that he work was horrible, it was just the fact that she always had to be in the company of King Taeyong. Plus she needed the money; her father was seriously ill and working as the handmaid to Taeyong's betrothed was the only job that paid high enough for the medicine he needed.
Before leaving for work, she made her father is usual breakfast of a crust of bread with a spread of the market's cheapest margarine; knowing that it would be left untouched and they would have the same pointless argument about who needed the food the most.
"I'm going, Dad." She told him as she headed to the door. "I'll be back at the usual time."
"Don't work yourself too hard." Her father called back from his bed before one of his usual coughing fits took over his body.
"Dad, don't worry about me." Rebecca told him wrapping her frayed cloak around her shoulders. "Just eat your breakfast, please."
Her father grunted in response which she knew meant that he wasn't even going to try. She would have stood there and argued with him but she knew that if she did she would be late. "Just try please." She pleaded as she opened the door.

The court was full like always Taeyong noticed with a grin; he loved to be surrounded by those who admired him. He touched the crown which was always on his head in these council meetings. He knew how good the gold contrasted with his salt blonde hair and loved the fact that it showed he had power.
He clapped his hands together. "So," he announced with a grin "In the last council meeting we were discussing the best strategy for war. Does anyone have anything to bring to the table in accordance with that?"
His main councillor, Yoonwon, stepped forward with a small smile spreading on his lips. "My lord, I would like to put my ideas forward if you wouldn't mind."
Taeyong grinned at him, Yoonwon always seemed to be on the same wave length as him when it came to war. "Pray tell the court your thoughts, Yoonwon."
"Like we discussed in the last meeting, war is the only way to make sure that those who killed the late king and queen are punished." Taeyong nodded in agreement; he would take revenge on the whole kingdom of Ilsan if he had to. "But this punishment should be personal to you,sire."
Taeyong frowned not quite catching on to what Yoonwon was suggesting. "Continue." He ordered with a flick of his hand.
"What I mean sire," the councillor continued walked towards the King as if to make the impression that it was a private conversation. "is that you should show these traitors who cruelly took away your parents that such an advance is not acceptable"
Taeyong was intrigued. "And how do I do that?"
"You should lead the soldiers into battle, my lord." Yoonwon told the young king his expression full with faith. "You should show them just how personally they have attacked you; it should be your hands that take the revenge that is so desperately needed."
The whole room erupted into noise. All the councillors were expressing their views at the same time: most hated the idea, Taeyong realised, as many were questioning his safety. One councillor went to great lengths and suggested that he wasn't experienced enough to lead the men into battle and that it should be left to the more experienced fighters.
"Enough." The young king demanded, he hated when people questioned his abilities because of his age. He was the best fighter in all the kingdoms he told himself smugly, his mother had always thought so.
The council room fell into silence and the inhabitants regarded the king with expectanct glances wondering what their next commands would be.
"Leave me to consider what Yoonwon has suggested in peace." He told them.
Yoonwon smirked as he turned to leave with the other councillors, Taeyong didn't see but one of the servants caught it. She realised that he had a plan, and that plan was not going to be in the best interests of the king. A councillor of his status would gain much from the death of Taeyong.
The council room was empty apart from Dong Sichen, the king's best friend and Rosa, his bride-to-be. Rebecca decided that was when she could make her move.
"I can't believe you're actually going to take that into consideration." She announced into the quiet room.
The three of them stared at her. It was only then when she realised she had fallen into the snake pit and she was definitely going to get bitten.

(A/N: I know that these imagines are only meant to be 1000 words,but this story really clicked with me. It will have no more than three parts. Rachel, I hope its lived up to your standards 😂)