The Prince Of War (A Park Jimin ff)

IX

{Rie's POV}
               Rie stares blankly at the sunshine as she sits on an armchair. The side of her face still stung when she tried to open or move her jaw. She noticed the handles of the window panes, the ones which separated her from freedom to the other side. She stood and moved towards the window, laid a palm on the glass pane.
             "Rie. Are you alright?" Jimin's voice raspy from sleep but full of urgency.
               Within minutes he'd stumbled to her side and removed that palm from the window. She didn't yank her hand away. She doesn't have the energy to protest.
              "I'm stopped from going to the other side." Her lower chin wobbles and tears start blurring her vision.
              "I really want...to go over to the other side..." she sobs, falling to her knees. Jimin follows her.
             "Where? Where's the other side?" Jimin stares at her hard. And heard her say as she pointed to the outside.

Freedom.

Heaven. 

Painless and easy.

Carefree.

Home.

               No. Her legs give out. Jimin widens his eyes.
             "No..don't...don't you dare give up on yourself! I'm here! Remember? Jimin! I'm here. Okay? I'll fight with you!"
               Rie only stared back into those eyes. She didn't want to fight any longer.
              "I'm tired. So very tired. Tired..." she leaned onto Jimin's broad chest.
               The injury on his back long forgotten. In fact, it doesn't hurt anymore. He reaches behind to touch his back. Smooth skin replaced the raw injury.
              "Bring me to execution. End it for me. Please!" She suddenly gripped his shirt and pulled him down to meet her at eye level.
               Tears sprang out of her eyes. Desperation. She wanted to just end it. Why live when she had no reason to anymore?
               She doubted that she would see her parents, who were the world to her. Meeting Taehyung was her gravest mistake. Making friends with him was one. Falling for him was the second.
               Why did he need to help her escape prison? Why not leave her to her own death? She was going to die anyway. No. She wants to die now. She didn't want anything to do with living. Jimin cupped the sides of her face.
              "Stay with me. I beg of you. Just stay with me." Jimin gently helps her up on to the armchair she was previously sitting on.
              "What.." he searched her eyes. "What do you want?" She looks at him.
              "I want my life back." She replies unblinking.
              "I miss my life. Bring me back. I miss Mother." She says, leaning towards Jimin for his warmth. He pulls her to him, and hugs her tightly. 
              "You will see her again. I promise."

Jimin's POV

               He had had the biggest shock in his life when he saw her by the window, gazing out, her palm on the window pane. Suicide clear in those eyes.
               He'd got her to calm down, consoled her some more. She'd wanted to go back to her room. Thankfully for Jimin, her room was just opposite his quarters.
               He'd have to think of a way to get her back. Running a hand through his scalp, he picked up the records from where he'd dropped them last night. He read her family's address and decided to pay the Chang's a visit.
               He went to wash up and walked out of his quarters with the stack of records . Without thinking, his feet brought him right to Rie's room. He'd quietly opened the door, and saw that Rie was scribbling on a piece of paper with a quill. Panic starts to rise in his throat. She puts down the quill, and turns to him.
              "Jimin. If you're heading out, could you please pass this to Mother? Thank you." She holds out the paper she was scribbling on.
              "Alright. Do you want to go for a walk?" She shook her head.
              "What about some brunch? We have good-" she just shakes her head.
              "You want to stay here then?" She pauses. Then slowly, nods her head.
             "Alright...I'll see you in a bit, okay?" He tells her. She stares at her hands and give the subtlest nod. Jimin walks out and closes the door. The note clutched tightly in his hand. He tucked it away safely in the binder after reading the note.
               To his relief, it wasn't a suicide note. He'd made it to the stables and dragged a saddle over a mare. She harrumphed and Jimin swings his leg over the saddle one by one. Then galloped off to find the house.
               He arrives to a standard cottage. He re-read the address to make sure. And he knocked on the door.
               A lady in her mid-60s opens the door. Her face familiar. Her name at the top of his tongue. She didn't look like Rie, or did she look like a Kov. The lady gets down to one knee.
              "Your majesty. What brings you here?"
              "You are Chang Min soo , am I right?" The woman nods her head. He hands her the records of Rie. She widens her eyes.
              "Where is my Daughter?"
              "She's in the palace. And she's not doing so well." She flips through the documents some more. Her eyes widening slightly. Her reaction not exactly what Jimin was expecting. She nods at the stack of documents. "Please enter, if you may. I have a rather interesting fact that I might want to share with you your majesty."