ɬɧɛ ɱąɖ ƙıŋɠ//℘ʝɱʄʄ

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Unlike the other nights in Arak, the streets were rather quiet and more behaved. No drunken men, no strippers, no drug dealers. The streets were spotless and it was all for the departure of their well-known ally as well as their young prince who had made a last minute decision to visit the fiery land of Inferno after a long and quiet stressful discussion regarding their most recently formal letter from Fern.

Yes, Kishore will be tagging along Jimin back to Inferno for the purpose of further planning and discussion about the motives of Fern. Arak hadn't written back to Fern after their not-so-smart move on trying to persuade them to join force against Inferno. Little did they know Jimin was right there when the Arak king reveal the message and both had the same thought about it. Ridiculous and laughable. Everyone can agree on that.

It seemed like without their almighty General, Fern was doing not fine at all. In fact, they were falling within, losing trust of their neighboring kingdoms and colonies withdrawing from their contracts not caring the threats from Fern because they knew they weren't as strong as before. The worth of the General was much more than just a misfortune to the coward Ferns, she was the foundation, the strong soil, the steel arm, the cornerstone of the once growing country. When they destroyed her, they were destroying themselves too.

After being hit by realization like a brick, the Ferns quickly reached out to the strongest ally of Inferno, offering their best deals and treasures in exchange for their power and assist in battling with Inferno and to taking back their beloved General. But who knew she had grown fond of the one who kidnapped her and now she plants herself in the soil of Inferno and shall not waver in hands of the young king.

Strangely, Jimin himself didn't speak much about what he had planned or about Fern overall after him and the General's little mishap in the bedroom. Xena wasn't stupid to notice his vagueness towards the whole situation and how he always tried to divert the attention away from the topic, well mostly hers, and for a reason she had yet to know.
Then again, she's just his General and there's no need for her to stress about what is he gonna do. All she needed to do was to guard over him 24/6.

Which was what Xena is currently doing in the flying chariot that was about to depart. She sat in the opposite of the two royal friends with her sword on her lap and seatbelt buckled. She eyed everyone around the chariots, making sure those who were boarding weren't spies or criminals. She paid extra attention to those who were passing by the seats of the royals, to make sure they weren't up to no good. Just a General and her usual work that caused paranoia.

Then, Xena felt a foot stroking up her legs as it teased around the inside of her calve, causing her to look in front of her only to lock eyes with a stern looking Jimin with blank face and intimidating stare. She cleared her throat and slightly frowned at him, asking him to stop as she was on duty and she takes her job very seriously. Jimin stopped stroking her leg with his foot and leaned forward instead but the seatbelt restrained him so he gestured her to leaned forward as well.

The General softly hummed and leaned forward with all ears on him and anticipating for his command or some issue for her to deal with. But instead, Jimin abruptly leaned in and slammed his lips onto hers. Xena gasped loudly as she pulled away with widened eyes and a palm over her gapping mouth while Jimin casually leaned back and glanced around as if his smoothness had gotten him out of trouble and his smirk was mischievous.

Xena just rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue, knowing well there's nothing much she could do other than being secured in her seat by the seatbelt while Jimin smirked victoriously. She mentally noted to herself to get revenge on him. Honestly, she was quite surprised too seeing how carefree and relaxed she is with the young king who both silently agreed on playing a role of the ruler and the subject whom he was obsessed with which now turned into something more.