The Slytherin King || KTH✔

Sixteen

Your head weighs heavy as your conscious gradually reverts back to you. Clutching your forehead with both of your hands, you endeavour to rise and sit upright at the bed, but the unbearable agony shooting through your body doesn't access you so you just let whimpers escape through your lips and fall back creating a sound that succeeds in getting attention of the one present in the chamber besides you.

Your mind stays dived down into thick-honeyed state, your eyes remains shut and without bothering about the one helping you, you accept the assistance being offered to you by the warm hands holding you and making you sit upright, leaning against the headboard of your bed.

"Oh lord! You are finally awake YN." A high pitched voice, belonging to a woman resonates in the room grabbing your attention, making you open your eyes and see the daylights only to find Taehyung grandmother rushing towards you before sitting right beside you.

"King you must have dressed her up." She glares at king and that's when you come to notice two things which you haven't offered your heed until now.

1. King standing in your room, to be precise, behind his grandmother and 2. You being completely naked under the covers.

Your gaze travels up at taehyung when you take in what have happened and evince a subtle smirk floating on his lips as he kept his eyes locked with you before walking out of the chamber without a single word.

"How are you Queen? You aren't feeling cold anymore. Are you?" She asks with worry plastered all over her old face and presses the back of her wrinkled hands on your forehead wanting to check your body temperature. Your heart feels warm contemplating there's still someone after the death of your parents who's worried sick for you and wishes you to be happy and healthy.

Holding her hands in yours, you force a weak smile and softly squeak, "I'm fine. A little headache. That's all." Your voice turns out as a tiny feeble whisper. She smiles and leans to plant a peck on your forehead.

"Rest now. I'll take my leave." She rises up from the bed with these words, earning a nod from you. Your vision trails at her vision before it completely fades out of your sight secluding you alone with your thoughts.

That's the moment when a tear rolls down your cheeks at the haunting memory of your parents death, the smug smirk playing on his lips and at the nude figure of you concealed by the layer of warm blanket only. More tears escape from the corner of your eyes and you don't stop them, feeling numb and complete empty.

Few moments later, wiping out your tears, your shrug off all the thoughts clouding your mind and console yourself with the words, "no, no no it's not true YN nothing happen between you and him. Okay?!"

Immediately cladding yourself perfectly in one of the royal outfit, you order a servant, to call out the royal vedic who approaches you within no time and bows reverently, muttering greetings and honorfics.

"What happened after I fainted?" You blurt out the question, desperate to hear the truth from her mouth.

She visibly gulps and tentatively begins, "Empress, your body was extremely cold and no potion or medicine was being helpful. The only option left was physical warmth so king went with that and saved you." That's where you break down so bad that you have to instantly tell her to leave.

Your knees go weak, legs feel like jelly while your heart weighs heavy with the enormous amount of guilt. "I'm sorry, appa, I'm so sorry, eomma." You shatter down into tears falling on your knees on the ground. Your breathing turns heavy and you cry like there's no tomorrow.

"What happen? Why are you crying?" You feel two hands gripping your arms trying to raise you up but recognising that deep silvery voice, you push the hands away and shout out indignantly, "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME. AND WHY I'M CRYING? I'M CRYING BECAUSE OF YOU."

Your words make him rise up and yell out,

"WHAT DID I EVEN DO?"

"YOU FORCED YOURSELF ON ME."

"IT WAS ONLY OPTION TO SAVE YOU. YOU COULD HAVE DIED."

"I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN BEING TOUCHED BY YOU."

"Do you hate me that much?" His voice softens as these six words leave his lips.

"YES I DO HATE YOU MORE THAN ANY ONE."

"What did I do to get such a hate from you? Tell me YN what have I done? And What if I touched you? I'm your husband." He kneels and grips your arms again, this time even more tightly and ask through his gritted teeth, shaking you in pure wrath.

"YOU ARE NOT MY HUSBAND. YOU ARE A MURDERER WHO KILLED MY PARENTS." You slap him with all your force with these words, leaving his face to lean sideway. His hands fell on his sides leaving their grip around your arms.

Your voice breaks as more tears roll down but you manage to continue, "You killed them because you wanted me. Your courtiers used to visit our cottage often. I heard them talking to my parents. They would tell my parents that you want to buy me and in return you'll give them as much as money they want. But my parents refused to sell me, declining their many offers which angered you so one day your courtiers came and tortured them to death because you ordered them."

Without any another word, taehyung rises up and leaves your chamber. Once again, you was left all alone to cry to yourself unless your tears drain all of your energy and there were no more water droplets to cascade down your dried tear-stained cheeks.