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Mr. Emperor (Agust D)

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You had your royal maids prepare your bag to leave with the charming emperor from Korea.

You were currently preparing for an evening lunch which you invited the male to eat with you. Luckily he wasn't too busy with the trading route and agreed to accompany you in the palace gardens.

The clock in the palace hall soon stroke 2pm and you made your way to the spacious gardens before being greeted by a bowing man.

The top half of his figured lifted slowly and you were greeted by the handsome man you've seen a day earlier.  He held out his hand and you reached to accept before he placed a sof kiss on the back of your hand.

Your brown cheeks expanded back into a bright smile which displayed your pearly teeth. He took a few steps around you and pulled out your seat far enough for you to place your bottom down and have a seat.

He pushes the chair back in before he goes to fix his silk cover and haves a seat.

You both enjoyed your meals with small talk and light drinks of fresh wines Yoongi brought back from Korea.

Your watched him in awe as the fluent Malagasy rolled from his lips and spilled into every ounce of the conversation. It felt as if you both knew each other for ages as you both got to know each other while enjoying the scenery of native flowers and trees of Madagascar.

"So, about the plan to travel back to Korea with me...."

His voice trailed off as he made eye contact with Lio through the window behind you.

"How would you feel about staying there for a while?....maybe for about a month?"  Lio's eyes widened behind  after over hearing the male words.

"Hmm, A month in Korea you say? What about my Kingdom? Who would run it while I'm gone that long?"

He fixes his low bamboo woven rice hat and looks back up with a concerned look in his eyes. Lio gives a happy smirk in the background and decides to come outside.

His eyes landed directly on the Emperor as he spoke.

"My Queen, You have new shipments from the Netherlands coming in now." 

You nod your head and looked over to Yoongi who had a rather pissed expression at the male.  You looked back at Yoongi with a pout as the lunch date is sadly over and you had work and the palace  to attend to.

"Well, Yoongi it seems as if our date ended right here.....I shall be prepared for our trip by the end of the week!"

The male stands and gives a brief bow in which you return the respectful gesture. He tips his hat towards the male before walking u to you swiftly. He takes two of his fingers and turns your head to the side to deliver a low whisper for only you two to hear.

After his few words he continues his walk through the garden and gives a final wave off. You turned to see Lio's face staring at the leaving male in suspicion. 

You eyed Lio with suspicion a final time before dismissing him to guard the gates.

You hurried to the trading route with your guards to meet with the Netherland's new shipments. You seen people board off the ship and instantly felt threatened.

They came with heavy weaponry just to deliver an average shipment of tea's and silks but why so heavily armed? You raised your hand slightly and soon assembled all of your guards. They surrounded you with their weapons ready for any given action.

From the corner of your eye, you seen a familiar robe cover with a beautiful yellow dragon surrounded by orange and purple flowers on the silks print. The males lowly dipped bamboo rice hat sat on his head and covered his face from any dust that might be in the air.

He walked with four of his guards who surrounded him with swords and hand guns that kept in care of close combat.

He soon reached the middle of your guards surrounded circle and stood in front of you as protection.

"Thank you for coming...but there's something about this shipment that doesn't sit well with me."

You fixed your printed scarf with your anxiety soon starting to take control. You felt a warm hand touch yours and it's as if your stress melted away instantly.

"We'll take care of it hun, don't worry Queen..."

Yoongi lifted his head to look at the strangers with his sharp cat-like monolids. His tooth pick left his mouth and onto the ground as he swiftly drew his sword.

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