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The moon shines brightly that night, and the young princess watches it from her bedroom's window as its glimmering light seeps into the room, so bright to light up the dark, but not bright enough to conceal the shimmering stars.

"I miss you, brother," She says to the moon, a little hope in her that the moon might deliver her message to her late beloved one, or that, rather unbelievable, the moon is her beloved one.

"At least you don't see the mess going on in the Palace right now," She adds, her eyes fixed on the beaming silver disc, "You're better off up there, I believe."

With one last glance and sigh, she shuts the windows and changes into her night gown before proceeding to walk towards her bed.

Her fourteen year old body climbs to the mattress, pulling the covers over her and blowing the candles.

She shuts her eyes, wishing for some peace amidst the chaos in her mind, and soon enough, she's drifting off to dreams.

The door opens slowly, a figure carefully stepping inside and closing the door. The woman takes firm steps to the bed, gently hoisting herself up on it.

She grabs a pillow.

The young princess' eyes open up wide, but they see nothing. She wheezes for air, only to choke on nothing. She flails her arms around, not fully comprehending the situation.

More pressure.

The princess feels tears in her eyes. She can't breathe. It takes her a few seconds to recognise the soft feeling of cotton over her face.

A pillow?

She fights for another breath, her hand grabbing nothing but the sleeve of the woman hovering over her. She pulls, leaving a small torn piece of cloth clenched in her fist.

"Just die already," A hushed voice emits and the princess shudders in fear and pain.

She screams for help, she inhales nothing and she knows it's the last straw.

Her arms fall to her side, her body finally resting. The woman grins, slowly removing the pillow and getting up. She leaves the pillow in its place on the bed and walks out, shutting the doors behind her.

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"The moon looks sad tonight." Jungkook breathes out, resting his arms on the fence.

Yoongi stands beside him on the rooftop, furrowing his eyebrows at the other's statement.

"How do you know what it looks like?"

The Prince shrugs. "I just do. I don't feel good about it. It's not as bright as it was earlier tonight. I feel like it's growing dimmer."

The General looks up at the said object, his eyes slowly scanning it, then he shrugs. "It looks the same to me."

But Jungkook stays silent. He knows something isn't right. He feels it.

"What it is it, Your Highness?" Yoongi cuts the silence. "Are you not feeling well?"

"I am well," The younger replies, "I just feel that someone is not."

The General gives a small smile, shaking his head a little. "I think you should go to bed, it's way past your bedtime, little prince."

The nickname manages to put a smile on Jungkook's face. One which isn't like his usual, huge with his whole set of teeth showing and eyes wrinkling, but evident nonetheless.

"You're right. Maybe I am just tired," He says, even though deep inside, he knows he doesn't believe himself.

And as the two turn their back to the moon, it cries. It cries for it can not help, it cries for what it's witnessing.

It cries for the young princess.

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"Where were you this late at night?" Taehyung asks once the Marchioness walks in.

She quickly shuts the door, walking towards him with long strides, a menacing grin on her face, making her set of teeth canine-like.

She approaches her husband, taking his hands in hers and earning a disgusted glare from him.

"You won't believe what I have done." She lets out a sickly evil giggle. "One down, three more to go."

The Prince freezes for a second, scanning her face, and she aggressively nods.

"Yes." She smiles proudly. "Yes, I killed someone."

She lets go of his hands, stepping back and turning around. "You must be proud of me for getting rid of that annoying little girl."

"Sohye?" Taehyung asks, and Joowoo turns back to face him, grinning once again.

"I suffocated her in her sleep," She announces, "Oh, poor girl, she didn't live to see the light of tomorrow's morning."

"Have you gone mad?" Taehyung whisper-yells, grabbing the woman's arm and yanking her closer.

"Why did you do it out of nowhere?!" He says through gritted teeth, tightening his grip, "There is no use, you bloody moron. I did not give you orders, did I?"

"And so what?" She furrows her eyebrows, a scowl on her face. "I'm not your follower, I am your partner because soon enough, I'll be queen. So what if I killed her?"

"She isㅡ was too young," He replies, "She was no harm."

"Don't tell me." She scoffs. "You feel sad for her death?"

"She was not part of the plan; I was not planning to kill her and you know it," He growls.

"Whatever." She shakes her head. "The more the merrier. I do not take orders from you, scoundrelㅡ"

Joowoo is cut off by a slap across her face, leaving her cheek burning as she looks back up at her husband.

"Have you forgotten why you are here?" He grabs her hair at the back of her head, inching her closer to him as she shudders in place.

"I brought you here to follow my rules and to only obey my commands," He adds, "That was our deal. Just because you are my wife does not mean I am letting you off the hook because to me you are still my follower. I give orders, and you obey blindly. I do not give orders, you shut up and wait silently like the good b*tch you are for me to give orders."

"Am I understood?" He raises an eyebrow, jerking her forward.

She nods hastily, keeping her lips pursed to hold in her whispers of pain. He finally lets go, pushing her back harshly and she falls to the floor, watching him step over her and walk out of the bedroom.