Cantarella

10

A/N:

Surprise? I guess xD

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Taehyung was just a little boy, growing up within his castle wall. He remembered when the Queen from the North came to his place to celebrate his father's birthday.

He was barely four years old at that time and he wondered why he could remember this memory as clear as the day when he forgot what he ate for breakfast yesterday morning.

Maybe because the dominant presences of the Queen or maybe because his old self knew that this woman would hold such an important role in his future.

He was in awe when he saw the fragile woman took the sword from the general's hand and out the big man down with ease.

'That's so cool! How could you do that?!' he shouted in excitement, the older woman blinked, the little prince waited impatiently.

The woman chuckled, 'you're not supposed to be here right, little prince?' the prince put his finger in front of his mouth.

'Don't tell my nanny!' he whispered, the Queen laughed once again, 'tell me, tell me!' Taehyung prompt.

The Queen smiled softly, 'the key is to use the momentum, my dear,' she unsheathed her sword, not the one with a big blade but the one with a really sharp blade.

Taehyung used to adore her, the way she could build a strong kingdom from the ruins of the corrupted kingdom.

Her strong and solid figure, refusing to be taken down by anyone. When Taehyung was a teenager and he once again met the Queen in the formal gathering for the rulers and soon to be rulers of their countries.

He thought that the Queen was unbeatable, she was calm and collected yet he also saw that thin string of a broken woman and he thought who the heck that could hurt a woman like her.

Taehyung was just a little boy, growing within his castle walls.

So naïve and childish.

"Let me go to Seokjin," he clawed at the iron door of his prison, he could felt and heard the whining from his mate, his hurting mate.

He choked out a sob when the connection of their wolf sent out the pain, a little part of the pain and he already struggled to breathe.

It hurt, so much.

"Seokjin Hyung," he cried, "Please let me go to him," he begged, kneeling before the solid iron and the walls that separated them.

The guards remained still out there, obeying their Queen's order to keep them apart. She wanted them to suffer, she wanted Seokjin to feel the pain of being separated from their mate; with an incomplete bond that hurt the omega side more.

She could handle the pain, there was no way the son of that man couldn't handle the pain better than her.

She was blind with hatred when she saw the same face; heard the same voice; she hated him, she loathed him.

She was all alone and she survived, Seokjin could survive too, even when she hoped the omega to die because of the pain but she also wanted the male omega to see his beloved prince die in her hands.

It was decided, that she would kill the East Prince at the sunset later. She didn't plan to kill him, she just wanted to take over the West and the East kingdom and took them under her.

She planned to leave them no choice but to join her, but yet, shits happened and the moment of truth revealed.

She didn't think that she would open her wound again, digging her own nails to the rotten scars; to tell that bastard's son the real story from her side.