A world where the most powerful is acknowledged. And Jungkook curses his luck for being born an Omega, so he starts training himself to become strong... in search of the pack only heard of, one that is feared by all, and he wants to challenge the Ul...
I tried not to tremble at the prospect of getting my head beheaded by some immortal male, it would do no good for my pack or for Prince Jimin. But the tension filled air did me no good either, it was such a mess.
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The throne was empty, for the king had been unwell for the past week, so the council had decided to run itself on its own, the elder immortals stepping up to handle the situation.
It could have been avoided if the queen had been ready to replace the king for the short period of time, but she had refused and so had the younger prince.
I hadn't known, yet somehow the whole set of situation felt messy. The immortals were too adamant in not letting the king's retainer solve the problem, they had taken it upon themselves to do it.
And currently they did not like my interference in their work. I couldn't see them directly, no, they were hidden in the shadows of the corners and wall, they liked to boast their achievements, and being mysterious, intimidating, was their heritage.
I heard a bold voice ask me gravely, "Why do you say we let you in, for so long you have been affiliated with those lower lands residents, and suddenly you want us to take you in? Do you even know of what you ask?"
Same old fear. I could clearly see how repulsed they were to even have me here. But a council member's position reflected the decisions being passed, and if someone from the council was involved with evil, it was a necessity for me to see for myself. Like Prince Jimin had said, I was needed to become a part of them, he needed an eye inside the whole bunch of fools.
"Where is Prince Jimin?" another male asked, he didn't even try to hide his distrust in me.
I kept myself from scowling, "Prince Jimin is recuperating, he asked us to wake him up after a week's time, the week has just ended today."
"So why hasn't he shown his face yet?"
I grit my teeth at the question, the older immortals were always a problem, they were too stuck up to know when not to open their mouths. "With all due respect Lord Ersen," I spoke boldly, by now I knew by the voices alone who was who. "Prince Jimin had been constantly at the losing end, all because the immortals didn't support his virtue regarding the lower lands population."
Someone interrupted with a chuckle, a sign of plain mockery, "Your prince is too kind, we had already decided that we didn't want the lower lands population living anymore, if they die, let them. You all still are naive if you support his theory. If he had simply let go of his emotions, then the messengers wouldn't have had such leverage on him."
"The immortals don't get to decide who lives and who dies Lord Ersen," I replied coldly, "I hope you remember your oath. Our ancestors could have simply killed everyone, whom they considered evil, but they didn't, they knew their place, which you have seem to forgotten." Then I gasped, "Oh wait, you were there when that decision had been taken," I mocked, "the ones who decided have left for heaven, but you are still here, you must remember."
