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⊰ chapter three ⊱
Dara walked into the palace with heavy, angry steps with Jungkook following behind her when she spat, "Did I not say you will make no such scene?"
The soldier did not fight but then changed his mind, "Princess, the situation demanded me to protect your title. I did so the word wouldn't spread from man to man."
"You threatening them won't stop them from spreading things about me! They barely know me, I just got here!" Dara paused on her steps as she turned to startle Jeon's steps. The soldier stepped back with his lashes low as Dara said, "You are to obey me."
"I obey the crown, and then my duties and laws. The crowned King has assigned me to protect your title. You just got here, but the men in the streets are to be threatened so they will keep their mouths shut. Clearly, this is not Meyrem, Princess," he lifted his gaze up, "This is the city of North. This is Zisk. They will be beheaded at every ill word about the blood line's women."
Dara's body hair rose.
"Women are gifts of this Kingdom. You are the gift of His Lord and his heritage. So allow me to protect you," the corner of Jeon's lips tugged into a smile, "I hope you are rethinking your decisions of denying me as your soldier-,"
"A man who will deny my strategy to rule and stick to laws made centuries ago will not be my soldier," Dara stepped closer, breathing itching against Jeon's. She knocked on the steel vest on his chest, "When I am Queen, it's only my decision who will be my soldier."
"I hope you will last with the rest of the soldiers in the palace, then, My Princess," he smiled shortly, his gaze meeting hers, "I have been your father's server for years. He chose me for you for a reason."
"The way you are so desperate to serve me makes me question your intentions," Dara grinned coldly.
"I can feel your suspicion," Jeon commented, nodding, "All your life, you have learned to prepare as a Queen while I have learned to prepare for her right-hand-man. Of course, I am desperate to serve you, be at your feet. Isn't it every man's dream?"
Her cheeks flushed red but she fought the heat and stared back at him. Her lips tightened, "Prove it, then. Today or tomorrow, before my descent, prove to me you are worthy of worshipping me and obeying me. If you cannot, I must plot an execution against you."
Jeon Jungkook's laugh was buried, "Nothing can kill me but the crowned one's hands only, My Princess."
Dara's eyes twinkled wickedly as she lifted her chin up, brushing off the dust from Jeon's jaws with her thumb, her mouth opened with a smile, "When I was at Meyrem, I killed all four of my soldiers and buried them in my chamber's hood. I stole horses from the stables and rode away to the jungle at midnight and hunted pigeons myself, made fire and ate them. I spent hours in the dead forests of Meyrem to rejoice in peace from the academy. You haven't sensed the least of what I can do,"
