Unattainable Busan's princess- JJK

Attack

 Back to her P.O.V

I was on the podium waiting for the ceremony to commence and then suddenly my bodyguards were on the ground pierced with arrows. I tried to remain calm. Then one of the masked men grabbed my hands to bind them. This time I could not maintain my composure I screamed very loud. I was hyperventilating now because he was now trying to gag me. Everyone that was protecting me was now gone. No one was left except the citizens and they also were currently running away in terror.

I had no choice but to use the part of my body that was not bound or being bound, my legs. I lifted my leg up and kicked him in the weakest spot. He howled in pain but only for a few moments before he recovered quickly. Instead of buying myself time I made him angrier.

"Listen here b*tch, if you move or try to escape. I will not hesitate to cut off your head regardless of my orders to bring you alive, " he said while pressing a knife against my throat. There was a thin trail of blood trickling.

I had to somehow distract him and buy myself time to escape his hold. So I asked him "Who gave you those orders?"

"Well, wouldn't you like to know? Smart girl trying to distract me and get answers," and with this, he pressed the blade harder around my throat.

Just then an arrow whizzed past and pierced the masked man on his chest causing him to drop the knife and also drop dead. The crowd cheered.

I smiled with relief that it was all over. The ceremony would proceed as planned. In the crowd, there was a chorus of girls squealing.

"Jungkook oppa you are so strong"

"Jungkook is so perfect."

"Jungkook marry me"

And there was also the extreme girl. "I am jealous of the princess. I wish I was hurt and threatened so I could be saved by him too. "

I cringed at the sound of their voices and their desperate statements. I gazed to look at the man who shot the arrow. I would be lying if I said he did not look good. His face was imperfectly perfect, a nice jawline accompanied with doe eyes and a large nose. Not all of his features were perfect individually but combined they were beautiful.

He spun around to me and gave me a wink. I turned and faced the other way pretending to ignore his wink but my blooming red face betrayed me.

The ceremony then went as planned. I was given my crown. My portrait was also painted after a prodigious amount of time. As soon as it was done I received word from a servant that my mother requested my presence immediately.

A/N:

I would like to continue writing this story but I have no readers. Does anyone have any tips on how to gain readers? Also, any constructive criticism on my writing will be appreciated since this is my first story.