Throne || BTS

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A/N: important note at the end of the chapter please read

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The door opens slowly, letting in a beam of light from the candle-lit corridors. A pair of feet step in, shiny white shoes clicking silently on the floor.

The door closes back again, and the room is completely dark, the only source of light in the room being the moonlight.

The Earl walks closer towards the bed, his hand softly brushing his sword before he gently swipes it out of his belt, and he tightens his grip around it.

His other hand pulls the covers away, and he stands in shock, his sword almost falling from his hand when he sees the bed empty.

Jimin hears a click of the tongue after another and his heart accelerates in his chest, restricting his breathing for a moment.

"Tut, tut, tut, how sad. Earl Park coming to end me by himself?"

The said man turns around, his hand shaking as he locks eyes with Taehyung for a second, then he looks away.

"I feel betrayed." Taehyung shakes his head, a playful smile making its way to his face.

"I trusted you, Jimin," He adds, grinning, as he swirls his sword between his long fingers, "I thought dogs were loyal."

"Your Highnㅡ"

"Tut, tut," He cuts him off, "I don't want to hear a thing."

The Prince tilts his head, and he steps closer, humming a song. His voice is low and melodic as he plays with the sword, flicking it in the air once every few seconds.

"You're pathetic," Taehyung says, "Not even a man; you did not try to come and fight me like one. Instead, you tried to kill me in my sleep."

He stops twirling the sword and holds it tightly instead. Stepping closer, he inches his face closer to Jimin.

"Pa-the-tic," He spells out the word firmly and slowly, then he leans back, and a mocking cackle leaves his mouth, making beads of sweat roll down the Earl's forehead.

Prince Taehyung halts his laughter and lets out a breath.

He swings his sword once, and blood splatters all around the room, dripping down his sword and arm, drops settling on the bed, the walls and Taehyung's face.

He wipes his face with the back of his hand, scoffing at the crimson red liquid smeared on it.

He glances down at the head in front of his feet, its eyes wide open from surprise and hair dishelved from the abrupt swing. He shakes his head, kicking it once with his foot so it rolls away from its body kneeling down in front of Taehyung.

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"What do you mean Earl Park is dead?" Seokjin asks from his throne, furrowing his eyebrows.

Jungkook side glances at him.

"We found his head hung on the Palace's gate in the early morning, Your Majesty," The General pauses, "Far away from the body, which was laying on his own bed."