Regent . PJM [Completed]

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[Sera's POV]

This was it. Today was the big day. 

I was dressed in a white dress, a wedding dress to be exact. 

That's right, I was getting married. 

My hands were sweaty and cold as I gripped onto the silk dress. 

"Ten minutes!" 

I sucked in a large breath and tried to calm my beating heart. This isn't so bad. Not bad at all. 

I tried to lie to myself. 

I didn't hate this marriage, but I didn't love it either. 

Love. 

The most important piece of marriage didn't exist between us. 

"Five minutes!" 

Gathering all my courage, I stood from my chair. I didn't even bother to look at myself one last time before turning to the doors. There stood my father, along with a few guards. 

My father was busy talking to the photographers, paying no attention to me. Approaching the doors, I locked eyes with Min Yoongi. He was my personal bodyguard ever since I turned eighteen. He was young then, but he did his job well. 

I had grown fond of his bravery but also kindness. 

I wanted to be like him. Fearless and powerful, but also humble and thoughtful. 

"Are you seriously gonna walk out looking like that?" he asked. 

"Why? Do I not look good?" I turned to look at the mirror but he gently cupped my chin, turning my face back. He then poked the sides of my cheeks, prompting me to smile. 

"Pretend you love him."

"I've never felt love."

"Yes you have. You love him, don't you?" My breath stopped. 

"Two minutes!"

Only Yoongi knew how much I liked him. How much I wanted him. 

Not Jimin. 

I didn't want Jimin, but we had no choice. 

If Luke ascended the throne, I didn't even want to think of what chaos it would land Islac in. Not only was he careless and immature, but he was also vicious and full of malice. He liked destroying whatever he could get his hands on. 

It was our duty to protect our people and if this is what I had to do to protect them, I'd do it.

"Pretend it's him up there."

"I can't. It's different."

"Sera-" he was cut off when my father walked over to me, taking my hand. Yoongi bowed his head and retreated to his post, giving me a warning glare. 

Smile. The fate of the country depends on it. 

Like a smile could save it. 

"Are you ready, little one?" Little one. He always called me affectionately, but they were just words. 

Cold, empty words. 

"Of course, father," then, the doors opened as the wedding march commenced. I allowed him to lead me down the aisle to the altar. 

I didn't dare look up. 

I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to see how empty his eyes were. 

How empty his heart was for me. 

But as we neared the steps, I had no choice. 

Clunk, clunk, clunk. 

Jimin descended the steps to take my hand. 

They were warm, but at the same time, felt so icy. 

Gathering all my strength, I looked into his eyes and put on a bright smile, squinting my eyes as if his face shone, glaring my eyes. 

His eyes were indeed glaring. 

So glaringly devoid of emotion. 

But his lips were curved in a gentle smile, which would fool anyone in thinking he was taking the hand of his beloved bride. 

Well it didn't fool me. 

He was a royal after all. We were the best at putting on a show. 

Smiles were our specialties. 

We made our way onto the stage and began the vows. My hands in his, I forced myself to lock eyes with him. 

Still, they were blank. 

"And do you, Park Jimin, take this woman to be your beloved wedded wife?" 

At least there was no hesitation as he answered, "I do." 

But wouldn't a hesitation mean he truly thought about it? 

It sounded robotic. 

I was so lost in my thoughts that I nearly missed my only line. 

"I do." 

And with that, his lips came onto mine, sealing our fate. 

They were warm, but I didn't feel anything. No butterflies, no rapid heart beat.

It was short. 

Short but not sweet. 

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