ROYAL DESTINY
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Genre: Historical!Au, Fantasy!Au, Empereor!Au Romance, Smut, Angst
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader/ Yoongi ( Daewchita version) x Reader
Characters: Princess!Reader, Empereor!Yoongi, Daewchita!Yoongi, Merchant!Jin, Soldier!Jungkook, Adviser!Namjoon, Servant!Jimin, Servant!Taehyung, Traveller!Hoseok
Summary: Many emperors have led the people of the Joseon Empire, who are considered bloody tyrants and who are great guides for their people. This story telks about of two twin brothers heirs to the throne of the empire whose first noble blood ready to risk his life for a bright future, next to his beloved. The second of toxic blood, ready to condemn to death anyone who can turn against his path
CHAPTER SIX
POV’S YOONGI
My eyes open slowly and everything I can see is blurry. I can't figure out where I am, but I feel like I'm lying on top of something soft. Not as soft as the sumptuous goose down mattresses like those of the imperial palace, but it was better than rocky ground on which I had lost consciousness.
Hold on... I had lost consciousness near one of the banks of the Han River during the escape from the imperial guards. Where am I? Am I in heaven by chance? Or....
With difficulty I tried to open my eyes a little more wide to widen my sight and slowly everything began to become clearer. I was in a small scruffy bedroom, furnished with small old and moldy wooden furniture. It was a really poor room and the same thing could be said about the blankets that covered me. They were the result of low-value fabrics sewn with each other. But I couldn't complain. It was already a miracle that I was still alive.
But waking up in a room unknown to me? Why does this seem so familiar to me? It is as if I had already experienced a similar situation...
I got up a little so that I could sit on the small bed. It looked like a real poor and bare house that could contain only what was necessary to be able to live. In fact it was completely different from the riches of the palace.
The palace? Agust? Yes? Y/n!! Who knows how it was now...
Was she recovering? Had she been left alone with my brother? I hope Jungkook and Namjoon can keep an eye on her. I can't believe he got away with it. The court had found him innocent and Jimin betrayed me. He lied! Why did he do it? Had Agust blackmailed him or something else?
My grip became even stronger on the miserable blanket of anger. I can't believe it. I was not given the opportunity to be next to the person I loved and wanted to marry. Now I was wanted for treason to the crown when all this happened because of the wickedness of my twin brother. I hated him. Just thinking about him, the blood boiled in my veins.
But my thoughts were interrupted when the door opened wide and a young boy with a brown hanbok and long white sleeves. He had thick light brown hair, the same color for his eyes and huge fleshy lips. He was just a boy of indescribable beauty.
"Oh. His Majesty! You woke up. Finally" he entered the interior of the room. He could have been the owner of this house. But... how did he know who I was?
"From your confused expression, Min Yoongi, you may be wondering how I get to know you. Well... your scar is a legend in our village. That long scar that passes over your eye... it is your symbol that most distinguishes you. Especially from your twin brother, Min Agust. You are our emperor and…" continued the boy "... it is an honor for me, Kim Seokjin, to serve you until my last breath."
"What? Uh... I am honored Mr. Kim by your veneration of the imperial family, but... I don't think I deserve that. I am only the son of the emperor and probably my election as the next heir to the throne has disappeared. I.... "
Suddenly Seokjin stood up and he came towards me, grabbing me by the shoulders.
"No no no. You must be our next ruler. You are the one who will lead Korea into a prosperous and bright future. If your brother were to take possession of the throne... He is wickedness in person... with him... our country and its people will perish for very long years and will not survive... "
"I can understand my motives for hating my brother, but I don't understand yours? What did Agust do to you so badly to detest him?"
Seokjin lowered his gaze and a veil of sadness decorated his face.
"Because of him... our village is living in absolute poverty. It's draining us of all kinds of resources and I and the other villagers can barely move forward."
Agust? What did he do?
"Seokjin. Please tell me what Agust did to you”.
Seokjin sighed and he sat next to me on the battered bed.
"His Majesty... a few years ago our village was prosperous and rich in raw materials, both for agriculture and for cattle breeding. Our people live happily and there was always a lot of laughter in the streets. But one day a group of royal guards appeared from the depths of the woods and with them an intimidating boy. His long blonde hair was gathered between two chopsticks with precious stones and he wore a hanbok with fine filaments and fabrics. But his expression... it instilled fear only with a glance. He visited our village and all it could offer. We also gave him a banquet to celebrate the arrival of the young prince. But before his departure he imposed a tax that was too demanding. He wanted the proceeds of 80% of each of our products and that we had to consider it as a duty to the crown. He threatened to exterminate us if we didn't. Because of him we are starving. Because of him, we find it difficult to provide for the children. Because of him we are living in poverty... we are dying and no one can do anything. At least that's what we thought. "
"You mean...?"
"That's right. Only you can do something. Only you can help us live again and guarantee a future for our children. He is a tyrant, but you, Min Yoongi, can save us. In the empire it is now known that you are kind-hearted and willing to do something."
"Seokjin... I would like to do something, but now I can no longer set foot in the palace. I don't know if I can do it anymore. Something serious happened and I was sentenced to death by my own father for something I didn't do. Agust is too powerful and because of him I'm risking losing the person I love the most and I don't know what to do. I would like to help you... really, but..."
Seokjin wrapped his arm around my shoulders as a sign of comfort, "Can I call you by your name, His Majesty?"
"Please do it..." He gave me a feeling of comfort. A feeling of a friendly person.
"From what I understand, unfortunately, we are both not in a good situation, but one thing is certain. Our problems were caused by the same person and I am sure that together we will be able to invent a plan and have what we deserve and destroy the beast that is condemning us to so much suffering. Then as soon as you meet a friend of mine and we will invent something. He is a warrior and now he is out hunting to look for some beast to be able to have some people dine. He is our angel. He is skillful and positive about anything. He was our only hope we had to survive but now that he has you too, Yoongi, we can definitely do something. Then it was Hobi who told me about the good heart of the emperor's son with ebony hair and scar that he met many years ago.
"Wait. In what sense. But who are you talking about?"
"Ah right. I didn't tell you who he is. He came to our village when he was three years old and I was six. He has always been a great friend to me. His name is Jung Hoseok."
"Wait. Did you say Jung Hoseok?" That name... why did it seem so familiar to me?
"Why so thoughtful Yoongi? Do you know Hoseok?"
"Well I..." but the knocking of the door interrupted me.
"Hyung! Are you at home? I'm back" a ringing voice came from the other side of the door. A cheerful and loud voice.
"Ah, Hobi! You are here. Come inside. I'm here with a special guest," Seokjin shouted, as a smile appeared in his face.
Would I have known this Hobi right now? But why did that name, "Jung Hoseok", already seem familiar to me? Why does that name pervade my memories? But I found my answers at that small juncture of a second, when the boy entered the room.
I couldn't believe it. His gaze also became petrified as soon as our eyes crossed.
"You"
"YOU"
I couldn't believe it. Those playful eyes and those heart-shaped lips... Hoseok...
His appearance had completely changed. He had become a man and was no longer that three-year-old, chubby and docile child. He had survived the execution... he had really survived...
"Hobi..." a tear slipped from my eye, wetting even the scar... that scar that introduced me to him and his father.
"Hello, Suga. How are you?"
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POV’S AGUST
"Guards! Then? What's new about my brother's escape?"
I was at the entrance of the imperial palace, waiting for the guards. I was furious. My brother managed once again to escape to death. So little was missing and he would die. The sentence had ended in my favor, but he had carried a dagger with him. How did he get it? Hadn't it been inspected? I absolutely had to find out who the traitors were and who had helped him. I will kill them with my own hands as soon as I discovers them.
A guard approached me, bowing at my feet.
"I hope you have good news" and pray for your life that it will be so.
"His Majesty... his young brother... was not found. His traces have been lost, but..."
"But?"
"But... we found this ring near the Han River. We assume that he dived into the water as an attempt to escape. Today the current was really strong and I don't think it managed to survive. When the river is angry, it spares no one..."
I grabbed the ring from the filthy hands of my guard and began to inspect it. It was my brother's ring. A golden tiger was engraved on it and decorated with small red and emerald gems. The initials "Y" and "M" shone. As I stared at the ring, an idea came to my mind. If indeed my brother had died or not, to finally have my beautiful Y/n, I can tell to her that her beloved Yoongi has died and this small object could be used as a testimony of some attack on him. If he had survived, he would not have dared to return. He would have been killed. But to be more convincing there must be blood...
I looked at my guard still kneeling like a terrified look. I couldn't hide my evil grin.
"You did a great job. Obviously I was hoping to see my brother's body, but already one of his objects is something. Indeed, if you can give me your sword for the oath. I want to raise your guard rank and make you a commander. Would you be so kind as to offer it to me?"
The poor man, with trembling hands, drew his sword and handed it to me. He had a huge smile, as if he couldn't believe my words. Oh, you don't know what awaits you.
"What's your name, young man?"
"Hyung... Hyungwon, His Majesty..."
Gently rest the blade on his shoulder
"Hyungwon. Come to your prince..." and I raised the blade to place it on the opposite shoulder
"I name you..." He smiled at me, but that foolish expression turned into one of full terror as soon as he met my gaze.
"Fertilizer of the royal gardens" and quickly I raised the blade and pierced his throat. Blood splattered from the wound like a fountain, slightly soiling my precious Hanbok.
His body collapsed to the ground, falling over the pool of his own blood. I tightened the ring and lowered myself slightly, enough to dirty the jewel with blood.
"Perfect..." but footsteps began to approach and my name was spoken. I already knew who he was.
"Taehyung. Deal with this mess please"
Taehyung approached me hesitantly and his body froze as soon as he saw the corpse in front of me.
"His Majesty... what..."
"Clean this mess and take care of the body. Throw it in the furnaces. It will burn a wonder."
"As you wish, Your Majesty... but... but first... I have to tell you something..."
I turned around and looked at the face of the young servant. He had swollen, red eyes, as if crying. He probably heard about the death sentence also given to his little lover Jimin. He had set himself against me and now he would pay too.
"What troubles you my beautiful servant. Is there any problem?"
"The princess... she... she"
"Y/n? What happened to my future wife?" I asked her with a nod of poison in my voice.
"She... she's waking up... I thought you would want to see her"
"Of course. Thank you for thinking of me Tae. Indeed, thank you for taking care of her. If you keep that beautiful bottle sealed for everything, you will be covered with gold and fortunes. Nice job, little dog" and I gave him a little caress on the head, ruffling his hair.
"Now take care of our friend, while I go to change and visit my beloved" and having said that, I moved away from Taehyung to go to my rooms to give me a clean. If she saw me stained with blood, she would faint again.
And so I did. I had myself change from end to end and walked to my future wife's rooms.
I gently knocked on the door and entered the room. She was lying on a comfortable bed, so as to help her during her convalescence. Her beautiful long hair was loose and gently framed her face. Small light breaths made her raise her chest slowly. She was still a bit pale but I'm sure that once she is given a chance to get up, her beautiful hue would return. In addition, we are heading towards summer and the sun will help her to get back on track.
I approached and sat in the small armchair by her bed. I felt a strange feeling in me, as if I wanted to keep her just for myself and protect her. It is true that if she was now in this bed it was my fault, but I did it only for us. In such a way that we could live happily and get married, without the presence of that bastard of my brother.
I took her hand. She was so small unlike mine and I loved it. She was also warm and her skin had remained soft. Start stroking it gently with my fingertips. My heart was trembling. Was this considered love? What I so despised as a child and that my stupid mother tried to make me understand with words that made me vomit. If this was really the feeling you felt... I didn't want to lose it. She is mine, only mine and no one would have touched or looked at her. She was just a treasure to my eyes. I will kill anyone who tries to prune her away or desire her. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT.
I lifted her hand with the help of mine and brought it closer to my mouth, kissing it softly. It had a divine smell... I had to preserve it just for myself.
But as soon as my lips left the skin of her hand, her eyes began to open slowly. She looked around a little before her gaze crossed mine.
And with a whisper, I told her...
"Well awakened, my love."
