Your Majesty {NamJin}

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The harem of the palace was a pen of snakes in human skins, dressed in glittering robes and under pounds of makeup. The corruption in the harem went unrivalled for years, with twenty women all competing for the same goal -- to land a place next to the king in his bed.

And the failure in the harem went unrivalled for years, with twenty women all unable to do so.

I want Namjoon to notice me at the feast tonight, Sura thought to herself, adorning her hair with antique jewelry. I'll be the prettiest girl there.

Such was the mindset of all the girls there, applying makeup and jewels and gems wherever they could to make themselves shine with the fantasy of a dance with Namjoon motivating them further.

But while the girls silently battled in the harem, Seokjin battled with himself, wondering whether or not he should really go to the feast that night. I'll never be noticed in that crowd, he sadly thought. What would I say to him? Nothing, probably, I'd be too shy to talk to him. Why is he so beautiful...it makes me feel such a way...

However, he did have another reason to go. Another noble had said he wanted to speak with him, and sent a message to Seokjin asking that he attend. Thinking about it, he decided to go, only for his friend's sake -- if there was time, he could attempt an approach to Namjoon later.

Pulling out a billowing sea green robe, he began to dress for the night.

As the nobles and officials gathered for the banquet, Seokjin walked slowly into the large hall, looking around the room for his noble friend. His eyes scanned around the silver statues, the silk screens and mahogany tables, the grand velvet-seated throne in the back on a pedestal, the pots of warm tea sending  wafts of herbal vapor up in clouds, the ancient scrolls of kings past.

He found the young man sipping leisurely on his drink and taking in the scene before him, dressed similarly to Seokjin. He walked towards him and sat gracefully next to the man.

"Taehyung," he whispered, getting the man's attention. Upon seeing his hyung, he gave him a smile.

"How are you, my lord?" he greeted, bowing towards him. Reciprocating the formality, Seokjin smiled back.

"There was something you wanted to see me for?"

"Yes. Trouble is brewing in the northern provinces. We need to let His Majesty know."

Seokjin sighed, remembering the last time the northern part of the kingdom was in trouble. An infamous underground group went rampaging in towns, ransacked villages, hurt people. His Majesty easily put them out, however it's become repetitive. And Seokjin didn't want to ruin Namjoon's happiness by informing him of such things.

But he wanted an approach, so there it was.

"Alright. I shall come with you to speak with him later tonight."

"Great. Thank you so much, my lord," Taehyung said, pouring Seokjin a cup of tea. He smiled in return, drinking from the jade.

"His Divine Grace Namjoon arrives!"

Namjoon walked toward his throne, dressed in layer upon layer of red robes, with gold phoenixes sewn intricately into the fabric. Raven black hair fell from the ponytail on the nape of his neck, and a golden crown with points in the shape of maple leaves dressed his head. Here, in all his fine glory, was His Majesty Kim Namjoon.

"Let's speak to him in private, after the banquet. He's already in such a good mood, we can't ruin this for him," Seokjin whispered, honestly captured by the beauty of his king sitting before him.

"Good idea," Taehyung said, smirking a little as he watched Seokjin melt at the sight of Namjoon. Smiling to himself, he chanted with everyone else in the room.

"Your Majesty blesses us with your presence."

"And you bless me with yours, my wonderful people. Come, let us eat!" he said, raising his hand in the air. At that, servants poured from the main entrance to the banquet hall with plates of delicious looking and wonderfully scented food. Serving the upper classed nobles later, Seokjin and Taehyung sipped tea as the young men and women were served first. Stealing glaces every now and then at Namjoon, Seokjin tried to control a defiant blush that surfaced on his cheeks.

But it quickly disappeared as the ladies of the harem entered the room.

"Your Majesty blesses us with your presence," they chanted, bowing at the entrance of the hall. Namjoon held out a hand toward the ladies, motioning for them to sit at the bottom steps closest to the pedestal.

"You all look beautiful tonight, ladies," he said, giving a big smile -- which made the females wild.

"We thank you, Your Majesty," they chanted, sitting at the steps beneath Namjoon. Seokjin hid a pang of jealousy, smiling as he received food from a servant.

These bitches sit at his feet, giggling and kissing his ass. What a joke...if I ever had the chance to stand even close to him, I'd die right there of happiness.

"Go talk to him," Taehyung said suddenly.

"H-Huh?"

"Talk to him. That's the only way he'll know how you feel."

Seokjin looked at Taehyung, then back at his king. His beautiful, amazing king who'd do anything for his subjects. His intelligent, devoted, deserving king who had all of Seokjin's heart at his fingertips.

"A-Alright. I'll do it."