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The atmosphere within the lavishing suit was tensed and air was heated as well considering the incoming noon of Arak yet even the air-condition was unable to cool down Xena's steaming head and boiling blood. It didn't take an intellectual to figure out the visibly sulking face of the General and be smart enough to keep their mouths shut if they wished to keep their genitals intact which was what both Jimin and Kishore had prayed for.

The moment she silently stepped into the bedroom and made her presence known, Jimin knew he had just sprinkled a handful of salt onto the open wound of their newborn relationship which he still had no idea what what exactly they are. A king and his General? They touched, kissed and fucked so that's a no. Friends? You kidding? Punching buddies? Could be but there's more to them then kicking ass together. How about- no, that's impossible right? I mean, it's not even a casual thing among civilians because most people just went along with their family legacy or planned marriages since vessels wanted to keep their power flowing down the family tree.

Same goes to Jimin and any other royalties, their parents would of course court them a lovely partner from either the same kingdom or their allies or sometimes even from the kingdom of their power's weakness to prevent themselves from being completely annihilated. Sadly due to biological reasons, it is always preferred for vessels of the same powers to marry so lesser hybrids will be produced. It shouldn't be a question weather Jimin have been to courting ceremonies that his mother threw for the hundredth times to find a suitable partner. However, Jimin could only apologize for wasting the guests' time or just went straight to his bedroom and call in an escort.

He absolutely hated the fact that he was forced to marry in order to be greater. No. He never believed in them and he need no marriages to build an empire. He need no courting crap to be power because he himself was already powerful enough but unfortunately his hidden identity had him in his mother's palms for many many years but now that he's crowned, he is going to choose his own partner and it seemed like someone has caught his eyes though now she doesn't really seemed as interested in him compared to last night.

Jimin kept his eyes on the sulking General beside him in the mirror as she and his friend busied themselves with dying his hair. The black wax extracted from the scorpion's shells was what Kishore needed to make a temporary hair dye to cover Jimin's silver lock. The law of Arak prevented even the royals to get a hair dye so they had no choice but to do it the most traditional way. With the help of the General, they were able to speed things up before their busy day.

Xena and Kishore were standing at either sides of Jimin who was in deep thoughts surrounding the same question while he stared at the General in the mirror of the vanity table. She hasn't spare him a single glance at all and Jimin was itching to kick Kishore out so he could be alone with her somehow dissolve this mad tension before he loses his mind.

Back to his swirling mind, what are we? Jimin sighed at that thought, clueless and stressed out about it. It can't be those ridiculous labels that teenagers nowadays use and it most definitely has nothing to do with royal tradition of courting or whatsoever because it meant something more than those. He could even tell by the looks on Xena's face that she too felt the heartfelt connection between them and yet he stupidly spatted those words at her as if their night was just another sleepover. Obviously he had no intention of sounding like an asshole to her while she's equally confused too but his frustration and stress has taken the best of him, resulting in their current stuffy atmosphere.

At one point in the time of their hair dying session, Xena had to move slightly to the front of Jimin to apply the dye onto his fringe and she had to lean down so she could make sure the black doesn't stain his precious skin. Almost immediately, Xena made eye contact with Jimin and was a little taken back when she found him already staring at her, making her felt small all of the sudden but she masked it as she leaned down. Ignoring his stare, the General focused back on painting the dye onto his hair.