Crimson Bones

Chapter two

Soon in the court yard, the beautiful boy who held a deep crimson Hanbok around his thin yet muscular body- was pulling back his wooden bow and arrow to aim and shoot to a straw target that resided fifteen feet ahead of him.
Whilst other's practiced with swords and spears, he did so with his mother's bow. It is what he remembered her by, after he death two years prior in an accidental kitchen fire. But was it really accidental? Or simply a well planned out assassination? The young male did not wish to think of these terrible thoughts of flame and murder, so he shot another arrow; but due to his distractions he missed the centre of the target as it hit its edge instead.

"Ugh," he declaims a sigh of annoyance to no one but the spirits of his ancestors around him, sheathing his bow to around his body, he closes his eyes and rests his neck back.
An adamsapple moving with a gulp.
Two lips opened as white teeth revealed.
lovely orbs opening to raindrops falling unto his gentle lids.

He had almost forgotten about Chu watching him, as he took a moment to cool down from unwanted thoughts that fulfilled his intelligence covered brain. Though he feels someone watching him, so as he breathes heavily; he turns his head in a slow manner to stare back over to Chu. Though, she was asleep. Eyes shut and head resting against the bark.
Then what did he feel? Who's eyes did he feel upon his unsettled body? He shivers at the thought of a stalker. Anything but an assassin, he thought.

   Wishing to shake the feeling away, he moves and walks closer to Chu. Being by someone else would make him feel safer and much more secure. He smiles and sits next to the sleeping Princess who did not make a single peep, running a finger through a strand of her lovely black hair.
"Chu?" Whispers across his lips, "Wake up, Its raining. You'll get your Hanbok dirtied..." though with much prodding and touching her to get her to wake up, he begins to worry. Was she really asleep? He did not see her chest moving. What was becoming of her? She looked pale as a corpse, her body stiff as stone.

   Though, upon further examination as he turns her body to pick her up and escort her to a medical examiner, he feels something sticky against his soft small fingers. Leaving them in the fluid for a moment, he parts his lips and slowly pulls away from her body.
Red.
Red covered those dark hands.
His eyes seemed to widen, his mouth seemed to open.
He releases a scream of horror, seeing as a puddle of deep velvet forms beneath her innocent body.

She was dead.

Was she truly?

This all happened so quickly, how could this happen so fast? They were just talking a hour ago, laughing and talking of her dress and accessory. But now, she was laying silent. A wound punctured the side of her violated chest.

Backing up, the beautifully afraid male with eyes as shimmery as the rain drops that fell from a fitting grey sky, Park Jimin lets out a cry for help.

Help arrives soon and the woman is hauled away to the infirmary; as Guards suspect the area and look for possible suspects. The prince was prime; especially in the eye of Chu's father who was angry and enraged in a deep sadness. Jimin of course did not murder her, but Chu's father would blame anyone in a pit of rage.

Though through the yelling and sobs and talking, Jimin stood behind it all, staring down at the dirt with a blank face, lips shut; not even a part. Who killed his Fiancée? Who would do such a thing? Would he be next?