A Warrior's Heart

Chapter 29; The emperor

I do not speak Chinese this well, I just used google translate no one attack me on this please thankyou

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Beomgyu grinned proudly as he walked up to the palace grew up in, the cape that was attached to his shoulder pieces and was slightly too big for him dragging over the floor. The small golden chains hanging from his clothes and hairpieces dangled and clanged with every step he took.

Everything was silent except for his footsteps, and the prince felt powerful as the long, seemingly endless rows or warriors, soldiers and citizens watched him. He felt like he could do anything in the world if he wanted to. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

Two tall men walked in front of him, leading him to where he was expected. They were dressed in golden armor, also wearing capes but less beautiful. Their hands rested on the heft of their weapons hanging from their belts out of respect, but also out of care.

The warriors led him inside of the palace, straight into the throne room. Two rows of soldiers stood each on a side of the path leading up to the throne where his father once sat in to rule the country.

Beomgyu tried not to smile too big as he stepped up the stairs. The higher ranked warriors stood closer to the throne, also paired in two rows standing each on one side of the room.

Warrior Yoongi had a small smile playing on his lips at something the younger said, but as soon as he caught glimpse of the first guard walking he straightened his face. Taehyun frowned, confused as to why the older did that but when he looked at the stairs his mouth fell open.

Damn. He knew the boy was pretty but he had never expected him to look this pretty after what happened in the past week. Beomgyu's side profile looked so ethereal with the light shining from behind him, and the golden clippings and chains and the ornaments made him truly sparkle.

The wizard standing somewhere behind them sighed and smiled softly, leaning on his wooden stick. He had seen this once before with the father of the prince, but it never ceased to amaze him.

The corner of Taehyun's lips curled upwards in a soft smile and he raised his hand in a small wave. Beomgyu looked at him but didn't turn his head, his cheeks heating up as he smiled back and Taehyun thought it was the cutest.

When the prince had passed the rows of warriors they all turned to face him, watching as he was stepping up the small stairs leading up to the level the throne was on. The prince stood in front of the throne and stopped walking. He smiled softly at the memory of his father and he set his mind to making him proud, pursuing his fight for peace in the kingdom. He slowly turned around and moved his eyes over the room, looking at everyone and letting his gaze linger on a certain boy.

A man with a thick book stepped forwards and opened it, clearing his throat. "Guówáng huīfùle hépíng." He said. Taehyun frowned and reached a hand up to poke Yoongi's back. "What?"

"With this coronation the peace will be restored," The warrior whispered over his shoulder, keeping his eyes on the prince out of respect.

"Rú rénmen suô yuàn."

"As the people wish-" Yoongi whispered, translating the priest's words for the younger. "Wômen xiànzài jiāng wángwèi jiāo gĕi wángzî." The man said. "-we will now give the throne to prince Beomgyu."

The man continued talking to the people in Chinese, and Taehyun would be lost if the warrior wasn't translating it for him. The priest said something along the lines of how the ministers of the royal family had to listen to him from now on and how the guard would give their life to protect him.

When the man was finished it fell quiet, and Beomgyu swallowed the lump in his throat. This was the moment he had been living up to his whole life. Ever since his father had told him he'd reign over the land someday he had been thinking about it, the thought never leaving him and always being evident somewhere in the back of his mind.

He took one final look over the people as their prince, and saw Taehyun standing between the warriors. He had given him more than he could've asked for, and the prince wanted to make him proud. He took a last deep breath and sat down, changing from prince to emperor.

As soon as he sat all the soldiers, all the citizens outside the palace and all the warriors sat down on one knee, bowing their heads.

Taehyun inhaled shakily. He had never known something like this could make him emotional, make him so happy. He sat on one knee and he made a promise to himself, to someday stand in front of the prince- no.. emperor like that and it not being out of respect.