Metanoia

Chapter 7

Secrets Behind Closed Doors.

About four hours later, at roughly three in the morning, a small witch in a room further in the castle was slowly awakening. The witches eyes stung as he forced them open, but apart from that he felt fine. It took him a moment to assess the scenery around him, he was slightly surprised to see the gorgeous room he had been moved to. He had a nice and comfortable bed with heavy duvet and soft pillows. There were heavy red curtains on the window and a soft black rug atop the deep wooden floors. Yoongi struggled to make out the colour of the walls due to it being so dark. With the flick of his wrist a small candle in the corner of the room lit up, and now the witch was able to distinguish the pale beige walls.

The witch stood from the soft bed and stretched his arms tall above his head. He wondered in what part of the castle he was in specifically. Wanting to explore a little, the boy searched for a door, and surprisingly found two. He chose the one opposite his bed, but frowned upon discovering that it was locked. Not thinking to use magic to open the door, he chose to simply use the other door. However, as he got closer, the witch could hear faint noises. He pressed his ear against the door. He couldn't clearly identify the sounds, but was growing more and more inquisitive with each passing second.

He tentatively twisted the doorknob, almost gasping when he found it was unlocked. He pushed the door open slowly, not even an inch per second, the noises could now be isolated as two hushed voices. It took the small witch a painful two minutes before pushing the door open enough to fit his body through, and what he was greeted by struck him with unfiltered shock.

He was in a gorgeous bedroom. Big chandelier, bookshelves going across the whole back wall. Big comfy sofas surrounding a fireplace and pretty flowers in almost every corner. In the centre of the room was a large double bed, which in itself was beautiful with four posts and large strides of silk falling along the back and both sides. However, it wasn't the bed that shocked the small witch, but rather the people on it.

Prince Taehyung sat on the bed, or rather, on a certain guard that sat on the bed. The royal guard that the witch had scratched on his first day of being here sat with the young prince on his lap, the elders hands cradling his neck while the pair engaged in a passionate dance of lips and tongues, both whispering soft confessions, praising the others beauty and vocally enjoying the kiss. Not being one for gossip, and especially not wanting to get in more trouble, the witch decided to retreat back to their room, only for the door to creak loudly on its return, alerting the other two of his presence.

The guard stood up, protectively wrapping an arm around the prince while arming his sword towards the direction of the noise. The two couldn't see much in the dark, Jungkook blindly demanded, "Step forward or pay the consequences."

The witch meekly stepped forward, flicking his wrist once again and light filled the room, everyone now given the gift of sight once again. Now, Yoongi felt partially guilty, this was somebodies private room and they were free to do as they wished here, but he really didn't mean to intrude.

The guard loudly groaned upon sight of the witch. "Oh. It's just you."

The witch rolled his eyes, "And its pleasure to see you too."

The room went silent for a moment, until the realisation hit the guard and Prince, to which Jungkook walked only inches from the witches face, pointing the tip of his blade under his chin.

"How much did you see?"

Yoongi didn't want to cause any trouble, but he wasn't fond of threats, or being held at knife-point.

"I saw what I saw, so I suggest you drop the blade, or would you like a repeat of this morning?"

The guard growled lowly before returning to the bed where he sat with a huff. The prince sat at his side, "Its alright Kookie, it'll be fine-"