Royal Revenge || Jungkook FF

Chapter 18| Queen

I've stayed past midnight on a finals night to write this for you all. You can't say I don't try. Wish me luck on my final exams ❤️ and enjoy the chapter 💕

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"W-what..?" I stuttered. Who's is "her" and how does he know I'm 'her'...

My body left his embrace leaving trails of ice on my skin. "We grew up together. You were meant to be the princess's confidant."

The princess's... confidant?" The title tasted foreign on my tongue. "Then how did I end up abandoned outside? And where's the princess?" I was overwhelmed with the tangle of unanswered questions.

His facade of a deep sigh made me light-headed, "there was an attack on the palace the night the princess was born, everyone positioned within the palace fled."

"Even the King and Queen?" I was prying at every loophole I could muster.

His jaw clenched causing my heart to race a beat faster. "Killed."

My pulse pounded violently against my temples as I make my pathetic attempt to recall the slightest trace of these events. "Why are my memories sealed?"

"For your own safety. The Purebloods were out to exterminate every soul involved with the royals." He explained.

The answers I've been seeking out... each suffocating me one after the next, but there was still one more undying question I needed answered. "Why do you suffer my wounds..."

His expression morphed into one of many. In a coarse tone, he declared, "that's a story for another time."

"Why ca-" before I could finish, my retorts were snapped.

"Get some rest, you've had a long day." He abruptly left my room with not further room for debate.

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Having twisted and turned in my bed sheets until the sun melted into the horizon, I was eager to confirm the answers I had been given. If one were able to confirm the existence of the confidant of the princess... Yuri.

The muscles in my legs were aflame as I raced down the halls. Unfortunately, the flames quickly rushed from my legs to own eyes. The disgusting affair playing out before me begot my fingers into my palm, drawing blood.

The infamous Jenny held a whip laced with rose thorns right in her grip. And at her feet lied a barely breathing palace maid, crawling for the devil's mercy.

Failing to control my fury, I raced over and helped the maid up from the ground. Jenny's lash landed on my shoulder. Each and every thorn delving into my flesh, coating them in fresh warm blood.

Infuriated I stood to my feet. "Who are you to go around biting people like an insane dog!"

She hissed. "I don't need to justify my hobbies to a lowly human."

Her words caught me on a tangent. The term human circling my mind like a merry go round. A weak cough from the maid pulled me from my thoughts.

"You're doing this for... fun?" Disgust leaked from my tone.

Proudly, she said, "yes." Jenny took a step closer, our faces inches apart, "and I strongly advise you to not meddle with it."

I threw her a tilted smile. "You shouldn't advise me against my own hobby."

Her eyes narrowed, flickering between the shades, "Don't think I won't hurt you because he protects you." With rage burning, Jenny turned on her heels and left.