A Demon's Angel

~17~

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music creds to yt: PaintAMelody

~12 Hours After Separation~

She blinked a few times, unsure of where she was. But it smelled like burning, and somewhere within all her senses she smelled her mother's expensive perfume. In an instant, she knew where she was. She picked her head up, looked down at her clothes, and then saw the vanity in the corner of the room. Except it wasn't white, it was black and burned and had the glass had been shattered into tiny pieces.

Her room wasn't the same as she remembered it. It wasn't the way she wanted it. She wanted the castle to be lively and crowded with people, just the way she had left it on the night of her birthday. That was the way she wanted it to be when she came home, or when she would wake up from the terrible nightmare that wasn't so terrible because Jimin had become her angel in it.

Jimin.

An unwanted tear ran down her face just at the thought of him. Then more tears came as she realized that she was alone.

She wandered down the halls, these halls where she had walked down thousands of times already. She looked up from the red carpet she had been walking down and saw the giant painting of the royal family, hanging on the wall behind the 3 thrones that ghosted the room. She still remembered the day she had that picture painted and Eun, her mother's favorite painter. It was a day full of her father's grumbling, her mother's nagging, and Hoseok's words telling her to patiently sit there and behave until the painting was ready.

Though the room was empty and the walls and floors were burnt and ashy, she heard the sound of footsteps in the back of her mind. She slowly let her feet drag down the stairs and let all her gathered frustration and loneliness out with a suppressed and unearthly scream. She doubled over and suddenly fell to the ground.

"I swear I heard a scream. Do we have to be here? Omma already told us not to be h-" a little girl wandered down the halls by herself.

"Oh come on, Eri. Stop being such a baby. Appa is outside, so go to him if you're going to be a big old scaredy cat. Don't you want to see the room of the lost princess and travel through the castle that used to belong to the most powerful royal families? The one Appa was supposed to marry into?" Jung, the second child, followed his oldest brother into the ballroom.

"Jung? Won?" the little girl called her older brothers, "If you're trying to scare me, then it's not wor-" She skipped into the room and halted. Both boys were staring at the woman who seemed to have fainted at the bottom of the stairs.

"Is that-" Wang Jung cowered behind the eldest boy, Wang Won. They knew who she was.

The 3 siblings just stared at the unconscious girl for 2 minutes, thinking she was dead. Then she let out a sleepy murmur. Wang Won urged his little sister with a shove, "Go get Appa! Hurry!"

"Appa!" the little girl screamed.

As Nari's eyes opened once again, light invaded her vision. She couldn't feel the world beneath her. No, she was being carried. She looked up and at the face of the person who was holding her so closely and cautiously.

"Baekhyun," she breathed. He looked older than she remembered, much more mature and he wasn't wearing the clothes of a prince. He was wearing the type of clothes a king would wear. "H-how?'

"That's what I'm trying to understand, Nari-"

"Appa, is the princess awake?" a small voice came from behind them. Baekhyun was about to say something as he turned his head, but another voice interrupted them.