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Hoseok // Mask Pt. 2

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You sat shivering in the dungeon, left in your dress. Your weapon long confiscated off you, all hope of getting your throne back gone. The man, the king, was likely going to make your life a living hell so there wasn't a single change of you even hoping for your throne, your crown or your title. Your freedom was stripped from you the moment he held your eyes.

You sighed, leaning your head against the cold concrete wall, tucking your hands underneath your armpits to keep your fingers warm.

"Y/N~ My soon to be wife." The black haired man came into view, his teeth shining in the dim light, his eyes holding a devilish glint. "Do you know who I am?"

"I'm aware of who you are." Your teeth chattered. "But I don't recognise you as a king of this kingdom, nor do I recognise you as a human being, and I most certainly don't care who you are anyway."

"Feisty." He winked. "Lets discuss the terms of our agreement whilst you're cooped up in there."

"Agreement?" You laughed, maybe if you pissed him off just enough he'd kill you and you wouldn't be stuck with him for the rest of your life-

"Yes, our agreement. I'll be rather lenient with you, two mealtimes a day, morning and evening. You have free reign of the entire castle, however one of my captain of the guards must be with you the entire time. You have a week until marriage."

With that the guard unlocked the cell and you remained in the corner.

"You're not going to move?" The man smirked, raising an eyebrow in a challenging matter.

"No. The only way I'm leaving is if you carry me out yourself." You spat. "Otherwise, I'll happily freeze in here."

"Challenge accepted, Y/N." He walked into the cell and you stood up, knees weak from being left there for so long, and you got into a fighting stance, ready to attack. "Are you really going to try that? Your fingertips are blue as are your lips. Now I suggest that you just don't put up a fight so you warm up."

Your brain found logic within his reasoning, and you were already plotting your next move. If you managed to warm up, gain a little strength from a few proper meals you could easily slaughter him in his sleep one night and reclaim your throne and-

"Your highness, are you sure you want to carry her?" One of the guards asked, sorry in his voice.

"I'm sure. She weighs nothing anyway, I'm surprised she took so many of you down."

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Three months later, you two were 'married' by a piece of paper and you were crowned princess once again.

"Y/N." He hummed entering your room, you refused to share one with him. He stripped you of your freedom and your right to the throne with so much ease. He had killed your parents that one night and- "I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner? We have guests?"

"Hoseok, just leave me alone!" You snapped, glaring at the king. Today was your parents anniversary since they had died, and it was a touchy day anyway, and the man hadn't stopped pestering you all day, it was like he knew and like he wanted to torture you just that little bit more.

Hoseok, the man who slaughtered to get where he was now felt his heart sink as he saw the pain in your eyes. Two weeks after marriage, he found that he was enticed by your personality you only seemed to show around the guard he assigned you - Jimin - and he wanted to get to know the real you more. But whenever you noticed him about, you shut off immediately and went into glaring and mentally cursing him out.

"I'll get a maid to bring some food up for you." Hoseok mumbled softly, and left the room. Once he had walked in on you playing the piano, and he stood and listened. He got completely immersed in how you played and the music you played.

He couldn't lie, he had only decided to make you his wife since you had attacked him with no hesitation. No regret. But since he said that, he regretted it since.

You weren't the small, spotty teenager his parents once told him about, who he had met once when you had snuck out the castle. You had developed into a strong young woman, and he was falling for you hard and fast. He looked at the simple band that had one diamond buried in the gold and smiled softly as he learnt against the wall by the door to your room. He was happy that he had married you, but you weren't as happy with the choice.

He looked up, determination filling his entire being.

"You might not love me yet, but I'll sure as hell make sure you do soon." He spoke quietly to no-one in particular before matching down to his office, skipping the meal himself, in order to make a plan to get you to fall for him.