Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

My King At Night (Part Two)

A/N: I apologise sincerely for taking almost 20 days to upload the second part. I did not expect life as an exchange student here in Japan could be so hectic. Then again, I guess it's my fault for joining many events, but hey, I'm here for an experience, so I'm doing all that I can!

[My King At Night (Part Two)]

Lee Daehyun sat at the edge of the pond in the garden between the King's quarters and the Ladies quarters, tears dripping from her eyes as she sniffled. It had already been half a month since she moved into the palace grounds and even though she had been prepared to do anything as long as her family lived more comfortable lives, the life that she was currently leading now was not exactly the way she had imagined.

Sniffling and wiping away the tears despite the fact that they were overflowing, Daehyun thought about her parents and little brother and hoped that they were doing alright because she did not really enjoy her situation at the moment. Because she was the only commoner who had been called into the palace ground to be a part of the King's harem, that had attracted many insults from the other ladies already within the harem who were all from important families. Then, as if the disdain from unhappy officials' daughters was not enough, Daehyun supposed that the biggest slight she felt was the fact that the King had made her a trophy. She had never seen the man ever since coming into the palace, and despite the fact that she could clearly hear him engaging his nightly activities with the other ladies within the harem, he had never asked for her.

Was it because he doubted her service? Even though Daehyun had no experience engaging in such nightly activities and probably would not do it well on her first time, she was still rather affronted at the fact that the King had made her a harem lady, and then completely ignored her presence once she had moved into the palace grounds.

"Lieutenant General!" The call, followed by sounds of many rushed footsteps made Daehyun look up from her introspection, but it was too late, because a force bumped into her from behind and took her by surprise. And because she had been sitting at the edge of the pond, Daehyun gave a short shriek as she fell into the water.

She struggled in fear, gasping for air as she waved her hand around in hopes of grabbing something that could give her buoyancy. Swimming was a skillset that was not required for daily life and Daehyun had never assumed that she needed to learn it to save her life; at least until now. She had been prepared to die by her disease in the next 6 months, but drowning to death here was a little bit...

"I've got you, Lady, so can you please stop struggling? You're splashing water everywhere." A voice sounded close to her, and she startled when she spun around to see the face of a stunning man with stunning blue eyes and white hair clinging to his face.

"Lieutenant General! Are you alright?" Someone asked with worry, and Daehyun turned around again to see a small crowd of soldiers still standing safely on the bank of the pond, looking down at them with worry.

"I'm fine, and I've got the lady. Hold her; I don't think she knows how to swim." The man behind her replied, and it was then that Daehyun realised that arms were actually wrapped around her waist, and her back was being propped up in the water by a sturdy body behind her, keeping her head above water.

She was all too glad to reach out her hands to grab the helping hands reaching out from the soldiers on the bank, and soon enough she was safely on land again, her legs too jelly to stand up and feeling cold and just shocked.

"T-Thank you for saving my life, Sir..." Daehyun stuttered a little from the cold, looking up at the man who was walking himself out of the pond, dripping water from his impressive uniform. She remembered the soldiers calling him Lieutenant General, and he was clearly dressed the part. The only surprising part of his image was his white hair and blue eyes, as well as the sword that hung on his back.