Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Forty Six: Under Noirwood

A/N:

hi, I really miss Jungkook. I miss all of BTS but...

yikes! 

(this doesn't have to do with the Oak Prince lol i mean the real life Jungkook)

whoops. that was bad timing ig.

if any of you are struggling with online school rn, i'm sorry for you.

online classes stink if  you aren't used to them.

anyway. i love you allllll i hope you like the story.

_Izzy_

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Noirwood was normally a calm place. Known for its peace after Jihoon's death, Noirwood's rebuilding process had already taken root for years, helping those who lost so much in the previous war. 

The North was almost fully repaired--food shortages taken care of and relocation efforts proving fruitful. The people were still mourning over everything that had happened, but like always, the royalty had provided its people with ample supplies to combat poverty and prevent misery. 

New homes were on the rise; fresh roads were laid out--people were becoming hopeful for the first time in a while.

On the northern front, people were seeing their homes come back. 

It was beautiful.

But one day, all of that changed. 

And sadly, bombshell events don't discriminate the people they involve.

"Mother!" A girl of about twelve years of age ran her hand along her purple gown excitedly. Her and her mother had recently moved back onto the piece of land they'd escaped from during the first war, and they were ready to start afresh with this new house.

"Yes, darling?"

The girl's mother stood at the outside corner of their humble abode, trying to decide on whether to plant lily or gardenia flowers on the space designated for a fresh beginning.

"I think purple lilies would accent the house wonderfully." 

The girl was a fan of purple ever since she was a child. Her father had gifted her the prettiest little silk boots before he left to train as a Stone Soldier. They were as purple as the weeping sky on a summer night--as soft as the fuzz on a newborn's head. The color stuck by her side as she waited for her father to come back; her purple boots tapped the wall impatiently as she imagined him returning home, running up to the door with that slightly crooked smile on his face, embracing her-

"Lovely choice, hon."

Her mother smiled knowingly at her only daughter. The color purple had been made into a sign of remembrance for her late husband--a ray of hope for the daughter he'd left behind.

As the fatherless girl tried picturing the lilies dancing along the bottom edge of the house, something else caught her eye. A group of people was moving rather urgently up the path leading to their home. The girl watched for a while, trying to make out who they were.

"Mother." She started towards the house. "There are visitors coming down the path."

Her mother stood up straighter. "Oh?"

"Yes, yes! They're coming up the path...wearing solider uniforms!" The girl paced around in a half-frenzy, tugging at the gentle purple cloth wrapped around her petite waist. "Mother, did you hear--they're wearing-"