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Fate's Gamble [Ch. 4]

Royalty AU; Magic AU

TW: Unsettling Themes, Implied Minor Character Death, Implications of Insanity, Descriptions of a Tense Moment, Mildly Suggestive Themes

Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader, ft. Choi Yeonjun

YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Summary: In a time where to love a knight was considered high treason, a life of chaos was brought to a swift end with your fairy tale ending nowhere in sight. But when the knight plead to Fate, she took pity on him, and thus formed the gamble that would rupture the Heavens.

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Notes: WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S BEEN THREE MONTHS SINCE I UPDATED THIS I am so sorry seriously I... it's okay, the chapter is here now!

This is a rewrite of my previous series A Tricky Game of Fate

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Faster.

Your mind was racing while your bare feet ran through the forest. You didn’t look back, you couldn’t out of fear that it’d slow you down. The further you ran into the woods, the denser it became. The light began to draw further and further back and the darkness began to enshroud you. You held the hood of the cloak down while you ran. So long as you followed this rugged path, you’d reach the town known only as Prayer. The quaint area that was once an ally of the Northern Kingdom, and soon denounced it after Yeonjun went on his reunification campaign. You wondered how it’d change, you wondered how they would take to you, the queen of their now most hated nation. You don’t know why he did it, Yeonjun, what was the point of this reunification? You knew how it started, it started as a means to find you, but even after he did so he didn’t stop. You asked him why but he didn’t answer you. You’d find these answers one way or another.

“Your majesty!” An unfamiliar voice. “This way!” No, wait… could it be?

“Yeosang?!” You stopped, your feet skidding in the snow that dampened the bottom of your nightgown. “Yeosang! Where are you?” You took the hood off and looked all around you. You saw nothing more than the looming trees and forest all around you. It was foreboding, and you knew of many who had run in here in hopes of escape and then to be never seen again.

“This way!” He repeats. You couldn’t see him at all.

“I can’t see you!”

“Follow my voice!” He says again. You turned around, it was further away from the path. You looked down the path you were currently on. “Come on! They’re waiting for you!”

You had heard tales of an enchanted forest, one that lured its victims in when they were their most vulnerable. But, fairy tales are just that. Or so you thought until you had the pleasure of meeting his majesty the king of Tenebris, and it lead you to reconsider many things. You recalled in the tale that it told of a monster, one of three, who hid in the thickest and densest part of the wood. A monster who stole the voices of the dead and used them to hunt. Then, a new kind of fear settled in you.

“Your majesty! We’re running out of time!”

There was this strange feeling in your stomach about this. You continued down the path towards Prayer.

“Your majesty! You’re going the wrong way!” You shook his voice out of your head. Yes, that was right. You couldn’t find out where he was because it was simply ringing in your ears. “(Y/N)! Don’t be like that! Seonghwa and I are waiting over here!” The name of your once beloved stopped you once again and you zeroed in on the area off the path. Your heart tugged you in that direction, but you second-guessed yourself. After being held captive this long, could he have escaped? Could he have evaded the many obstacles Yeonjun put up? You wanted to believe it, you really did. But your mind has matured and it has learned how to tell of false hopes and lies before they were even spoken of. Even if the tale of the forest was false, you’d be wise to remember the somber ranger that Yeonjun kept close at arms. The ranger who studied magic to better understand the nature around him. This could be him. He always tended to vouch for you in silence, but in front of Yeonjun, he knew his place.

But you were incorrect in that assumption. Although you must have realized, he was there. There, perched atop a tree branch, not looking for you, but rather protecting you. Soobin watched you run, and he reached behind him and grabbed an arrow from his quiver. This was for the best, the others would never listen to him, but he agreed with you when you said that your presence just made his friend the King’s sickness much worse, but his requests often fell upon deaf ears. Now was as much a chance as any to prove that you were both right. He drew back the bow, aiming it at that darkened wolf that followed you.

“Forgive me for this, incarnation of Death.” Then he released the arrow. “Run faster… your majesty.”

You heard the howling of wolves and your heart nearly stopped altogether. Your instincts were right. Faster, (Y/N), you’re nearly there. You could see the hints of light at the end of the path, it was dim, but it was there.

Almost there, the light was getting brighter.

“Don’t turn back,” you repeated to yourself.

Almost there.

You stepped into the light, a large town surrounded by nothing more than wooden fencing was clear. You ran to the town’s entrance, your whole body numb and freezing, and saw the sleeping guard.

“Sir! Sir, please wake up!” You called before you even reached him, he stirred in his sleep but did not awaken. You called to him again and this time he snapped to attention. His eyes grew wide as soon as he saw it was you and he waved you to come in.

“The queen has arrived! Alert the council!” He shouts. You were one foot into the town when you collapsed, your breathing ragged, and all parts of your body sore.

Was this it for you?

~

It was the same routine. A tour of the castle, a walk around the town, and tea time in the parlor. You spoke about the usual, getting to know each other and finding out what he had to offer. It was all a part of the usual suitor visiting process. Every now and then, you’d glance behind the Prince of the Southern Isle and lock eyes with the sympathetic knight behind him. Seonghwa would always match your look whenever Felix did something you weren’t fond of in particular, it was something he had picked up on after the number of suitors that had come to visit.

It was around this time when the line that dictated the strictly business relationship between the two of you began to blur.

It was Yeonjun’s fault, in a way, that you were starting to grow apart from him. As earlier stated, his visits only got less frequent, but Seonghwa was always there, following his father around. When Minho wasn’t there, it would be Seonghwa. Well, to be fair, even if Minho was there Seonghwa would be too. Of course, you would grow closer to the boy who was always with you, as opposed to the one you only saw four times a year. It was a friendship that resulted from continuous exposure, it was bound to happen regardless and you both only grew closer as you got older. You both became each other’s closest confidants, and you thought that you’d grow to despise the night but the opposite was true. Despite the obvious wall of professionalism between you both, there was a link formed between your lives that would never be broken.

While Felix went on about the interesting cultures and customs of the Southern Isles, you felt horrible to admit that your mind was elsewhere. Elsewhere beyond him, specifically at the door leading out of the parlor, where the knight stood in tense attention, neither watching you nor not fully paying attention at the same time. What was this strange feeling you’d get whenever you looked at him? Was it camaraderie? Was it that natural bond that formed through constant exposure? Was it an innocent friendship or was it something more? Something that you couldn’t simply name, it was something that came naturally yet uninvited. Did he feel the same? Every time your wandering eyes met his you felt like he knew.

At what point did you stop looking at Seonghwa as your personal knight’s son, and begun to look at him in a much more intimate aspect? Was it when he found you in the hedge maze at sixteen? When you got lost, when you were afraid, and when you couldn’t find your way out? Or was it when you sat in on his training for the first time as children, when you watched his way with a saber, or the way his eyes changed when he was focused. It could as well have been when the two of you stole bread from the kitchens to feed to the kitten you found outside when you were thirteen. All those late nights when you couldn’t sleep, he always seemed to know, because you would find him sitting beneath your balcony window with a goofy smile on his face and fully ready to help you descend the perilous vines and lattices that crept up the castle side. It had to be when Minho finally properly retired, you think, when you and Seonghwa began to inch dangerously close to that line of separation, it was when he fully took over as your personal knight when things began to get more complicated.

The point of no return is approaching, now that you have turned eighteen and now that one of the incoming suitors may stay permanently.

You wondered if it would be this rather awkward boy in front of you.

You wondered what would happen if it was rather the one who was beyond him, who’d glance at you every now and then, and who’d laugh with you as soon as a suitor left. You’d often find yourself fantasizing about this, your future, and you’d always try to imagine it with the person in front of you. You saw none with Felix, to put it bluntly. You recalled imagining it with the Eastern Prince Renjun, but you soon abandoned it. Even with the Northern Prince Yeonjun, you could imagine living side by side in the snow-covered landscapes of his home, you could imagine running down those halls in bliss, but…

It was nothing compared to that you’d dream of when you were with Seonghwa. It was rather embarrassing to think about it now, away from the safeties of your chambers. But you could clearly picture the grassy fields, the never-ending ocean, and the quaint home that overlooks it. You could see an entire life, an entire fate, and an entire story. You could imagine growing old with him, having a family with him, and so much more. You could feel your face beginning to heat up and you realized that you had to keep your imagination under control, after all, you had guests.

“That’s wonderful, Felix,” you clapped your hands together and smiled. You had read up on the Southern Isles before after they signed a defense pact with your parents, you were more than aware of their lifestyle there already. You could see the sunset behind him and you felt that familiar sense of relief wash over you.

“Well, as it’s gotten rather late, I believe that’s my sign to leave. I do hope you’ll have me over again,” Felix stands up first. Then he was off, like every other prince before him, and no doubt most princes after.

~

Seonghwa walked at a reasonable pace. His journey hadn’t been long, he just followed the sound of water. The night was looming over him, and the full moon shone brighter than he’d ever seen it. He then noticed the faint light of a lantern ahead, and he rested his hand on the hilt of his saber as he continued forward. No doubt his absence has been recorded by now, it was only a question of whether or not the King knew about it and whether or not he had sent out troops to find him. The light got closer and closer, and it was then he noticed that the man holding it was dragging another. Seonghwa pulled his hood over his head and crossed the man, now realizing who the person being dragged was.

“Been a while,” Namjoon stopped first, and at his voice, so did Seonghwa.

“Your majesty,” Seonghwa turned to him. The lantern was hanging off of Namjoon’s cane rather pathetically. “Is he…”

“The chief mage Kang Taehyun? Yes,” Namjoon looks down at him. “He’s not dead, but Jimin gave him quite the scare.”

“Where is he now?”

“On his way to the Northern Kingdom,” Namjoon sighs. “And she’s in there,” Namjoon looks to the forest. “You’re going in after her, right?”

“Surely.”

“I’m not talking about (Y/N),” Namjoon shakes his head. “Don’t trifle with things beyond your understanding,” Namjoon warns him.

“I know.”

“You’re going to go in anyway, huh?”

“I am.”

“You sound tired, Seonghwa. Take a break. Yeonjun is without his main tactician, the war will end. (Y/N) should be in Prayer soon, just take a break,” he repeats. “Come with me, back to the Southern Kingdom. We will reestablish things there, and all will be well,” he continues. Seonghwa walks up to him. “I take this as an affirmation?”

“I know an illusion when I see one,” Seonghwa grimaces and unsheathes his saber, the tip of it grazing the rope that kept Namjoon’s cloak tied around his neck and, in a flurry of light, there stood the chief mage.

“What a hassle…” Taehyun shakes his head.

“Where is the king?” Seonghwa kept his saber drawn.

“He’s fine… for now, depends on if he cooperates with Yeonjun or not… I guess,” he says. “What a shame, I was hoping I’d follow you into the forest but… I don’t know anymore… she’s been in there for too long,” Taehyun looks over at the never-ending cluster of trees beyond the river bank. “Soobin was supposed to signal to us when she got out… so Kai could go pick her up… but… he hasn’t, obviously,” Taehyun sounded tired. “Oh well.” Seonghwa discarded his sword and grabbed Taehyun by the collar.

“What do you mean oh well?” He questions him.

“You could go looking for her if you want. I doubt much will come of it, though,” Taehyun’s tone remained monotonous.

“You’re rather calm for someone who lost Yeonjun’s most prized possession.”

“Accursed knight, I am merely preparing myself for the tantrum that will result. If only she just listened and came back… you don’t understand, Yeonjun’s gone mad, and whenever she isn’t around it gets worse. We’ve tried everything, she’s our last resort. Do you really think we enjoyed seeing her locked up inside like that?” Taehyun’s face falls into that of sympathy. “There are ears everywhere, Seonghwa, be careful,” Taehyun grabs Seonghwa’s wrist and pulls it off of his uniform himself. “Allies come in the strangest of places,” Taehyun picks up Seonghwa’s saber and hands it to him.

“And where will you go?”

“Looking for allies, I suppose,” Taehyun said nothing more and continued down the river bank. Seonghwa turned around and neared the bridge. “And avoiding Fate.” He crossed it without another thought and stopped at the forest’s edge.

“I request an audience with the omnipotent three,” he announced right as he stepped into the path.

~

As soon as the newly crowned Prince was out of earshot, you slumped against the parlor chair, a long and exasperated sigh leaving your lips just as Seonghwa entered the room, taking the chair across from you.

“I see he’s not a fan of Miss Nayeon’s famous cookies,” Seonghwa grabs one from the platter and bites into it. “That one was interesting.”

“He’s very textbook, no?”

“He is, he hit all the normal boxes that most others do, nothing much more, though.”

“I know,” you sat up and took the teapot. “Would you like some?”

“Certainly,” he grabbed one of the unused cups and pushed it towards you. You filled it and slid the saucer towards him.

“Goodness… I’m tired,” you finished the small amount left in your own cup. “Aside from the Winter League, do you know if anyone else is coming?”

“Not to my knowledge, no,” Seonghwa answers. He places his cup on the saucer gently, barely a sound emitting from it. “But, you do have your brother’s birthday ball in a few evenings.”

“Oh, stars above,” you buried your face in your hands. “I forgot about that. Not Namjoon’s birthday, just the whole big party that mother decided to throw for him. What does she aim to do, anyway? Does she just want to show him off, or something?”

“Most likely, his highness is due to take the throne soon after.”

“I suppose, mother never missed an opportunity to parade around her golden child,” you wiped the makeup on your hands against the napkin. “Alright, let’s leave, I’ve been feeling so much more tired as of late,” you stood up and Seonghwa followed, dimming the lamps as he exited.

“Oh, your highness!” San’s voice down the hall was enough to put you in high spirits. Behind him were the two other hooligans who had the honor of being in your personal entourage.

“Fill us in on the details!” Wooyoung exclaims as they caught up with you both. “Did he propose on the spot?”

“Were you listening in that entire time?” Seonghwa asks.

“Shh, not the point,” Yeosang silences him and gestures quietly that they were running bets.

“Sadly for you, Wooyoung, he did not,” you laughed while Wooyoung cried in disappointment, pulling out his money bag and dropping five gold coins in Yeosang’s hand. It was a frequent bet between the two that you had caught onto quickly.

“Listen, highness,” San pushes past everyone and wraps an arm around your shoulders, ushering you down the hall. His voice drops to a whisper while he leans his head towards yours. “If all goes wrong, I know someone who is more than happy to—”

“San,” Seonghwa grabbed onto the back of the younger’s chest harness and yanked him back. “Her highness is not interested in your hand in marriage.”

“Now, now, whoever said that?” You turned around to the group slowly. San’s jaw drop and Seonghwa’s face tenses into one of concern. “I’m joking, of course.”

“(Y/N), love, you can’t just say that to me,” San swoons in Seonghwa’s arms and the older of the brothers drops him onto the ground. San winces dramatically. “You have me on my knees, highness, just say the word!” San comically rolls onto his knees and folds his hands, the sight sending you into more laughter. “Joking, of course. Unless…”

“I’m flattered, San,” you offer your hand out and he takes it, allowing you to pull him up. “But of my entourage, I’d prefer Yeosang.”

“Pardon?” The previously silent knight snaps into attention at his name.

“He’s a wonderful listener.”

“I am a wonderful listener,” he now sports a cheeky smile.

“Now, where are the rest of you? Whenever I see you split it typically means trouble,” you looked further down the hall but saw no one.

“They’re fine, no need to worry,” Wooyoung waves it off. Then Mingi’s loud scream was heard outside the courtyard, accompanied by the three other knights' saddened sighs. “We’ll go check on them. You have a good night, your highness!” The three turned tail and ran to the courtyard.

“Dare I go with them?” You asked Seonghwa.

“For your sanity, it’s best you don’t,” he shakes his head with a small but joking smile. “You’re tired, right? I’ll walk you to your quarters then,” he nudges his head down the hall and you matched his pace.

“It’s pretty tonight,” you looked through the large arches and saw the star-filled skies. Seonghwa followed your gaze.

“I must agree,” the shouts and laughter of the rest of your entourage cut through the peace.

That was one of the last things you both said to each other before falling into a long silence, enjoying each other’s presence during the somewhat long walk to your room and, ever so occasionally, feeling that rush of emotion while your hands brush each other. But, something unusual happened once you arrived at your destination, a strange feeling in your chest that you couldn’t explain. There was something about the way the moonlight filtered into the hallway that changed your cognition, something in the nighttime silence that muddled your thoughts, something in the distance between you and your now sole protector that sent your heart into a fluttering mess. Seonghwa opened the door for you and you stepped in. Just as he made a move to close it, you pushed back on the aged wood. Call it a sudden strike of courage, but your mouth was moving before your brain could process.

“Do you…” your voice trailed off, your logic now grabbing ahold of your head. Seonghwa was looking at you, body turned in full attention, ready for whatever you request of him. “Do you want to come inside?” Seonghwa quirked his eyebrow, he wasn’t expecting that.

“That’s something new, coming from you, your highness,” his tone held a light teasing to it, and his lips curled into a small smile filled with muted amusement.

“No, I don’t mean it that way, it’s just that Prince Felix dragged me everywhere in my own town, so you must’ve gotten tired following us around, so maybe you wanted to rest your legs for a bit… And, well, I find that I’m not too tired yet, maybe having a casual conversation will help me,” Your voice shrank at the end. Seonghwa let out a light chuckle, and you knew your silly attempt at bravery was fruitless, now you were more than ready to say goodbye and end this awkward exchange, but his response threw that idea out of the window.

“I don’t see why not.”

Most fairy tales start out in gardens or forests with the shining sun and gentle breezes, with the purest of interactions and the most fantastical of events. Most fairy tales are rather straightforward in their themes and their messages. But not this one, no. This fairy tale began in the early hours of the morning, long before the sun rose. This fairy tale began in the dark, illuminated only by the modest fire provided by the small lamp next to your bed. This fairy tale began with a secret, one that you were determined to take to your grave.

Seonghwa sat at the chair next to your bed and situated near the balcony. Next to him was the small lamp and in his hands was one of your favorite books that told a tale of a village girl turned princess. And behind him was the full moon high in the sky. Contradicting your words earlier, the conversation you held was rather short. You asked what he had been up to when not busy with your own matters and he listed it to you rather plainly, then that was it. Although, you had to admit, finding out that he had taken up a small hobby in handiwork wasn’t surprising to you. You, meanwhile, took to organizing the room. It was tidy enough as is, but with your impromptu extended invitation, you found that you needed to do something, anything, to rid this feeling in your chest.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

“(Y/N)?” His voice was quiet. You had always liked the way he said your name, and you wished that he did it more. You turned to him.

“I don’t often hear you call me that,” you snickered quietly. “What do you need?”

“You’ve rearranged your jewelry box six times,” he closes the book and places it on the table, “am I making you feel awkward? The last thing I want to do is overstay my welcome,” he says.

“Yes, a little,” you answered and quickly covered your mouth when you realized that you answered him out loud. Although his shocked expression was certainly one that you found entertaining.

“Ah, I apologize then, I’ll return in the morning then,” he made a move to stand up, but you stopped him.

“Wait, hold on,” you sat on your bed across from him. “I need to ask you something important,” you heard your heartbeat and you felt it pound against your chest. Could he tell?

“Go on,” he looked you in the eye as he said it. If not for the dim lighting he would’ve most likely seen the sheer embarrassment etched on your face. Silence followed.

“I’m not sure… I’m not sure how to properly say this,” you finally mustered out. “I—” Seonghwa cut you off with a sad laugh. He leaned back on the chair and covered his eyes with his hand.

“Stars above…” he mumbles. “We can’t do this, (Y/N).”

So he did know.

But, more importantly, he said we.

“So I’ll take this as a rejection, then,” you kept your voice at a quiet level. Seonghwa looks away, seemingly at nothing. You could tell that he was thinking, he was weighing his options in his head.

And that he was. Seonghwa couldn’t bring himself to look at you, for surely if he did, he’d break right there and profess every single feeling he’s had for you since who knows when. Was it when you first opened your door, when he was awestruck that the princess was just right there. Or was it when he found you in the hedge maze? He had spent hours running through every single intersection to find you, and once he finally did he could not deny the pang that went through his chest when he saw you pushed against the corner of the dead end. He could never forget the guilt he felt, the guilt for not being there sooner, the guilt for not being able to find you before the sunset. He remembered the promise he made to himself then, did he mix up empathy for love? No, perhaps it was that day you stole bread in the kitchens, he could never forget your pure unabashed determination to feed those random kittens you found in the courtyard, he thought it admirable at first, but was it something else? And was this something else the same thing that brought him to wait under your balcony when he saw the dim lights of your lanterns from the knight’s quarters?

Seonghwa took a deep breath and looked at you fully. There was that determination again, but it was hidden with another mask of… what was it, fear? No, that couldn’t have been it. You weren’t afraid of something horrific, you were afraid of the repercussions this would cause on your relationship. Seonghwa’s usual strict expression finally fell.

“No, I wouldn’t call it that,” he finally says.

“Then what is this?”

“Whatever it is, we can’t do it,” Seonghwa shook his head again. “Imagine what would happen. (Y/N), we can’t be selfish about this. You know your place, and I know mine.”

He had a point. Your purpose was always to solidify relations with some chosen kingdom, and his was to make sure you were alive long enough to see that through.

“But that doesn’t mean that we can’t,” you continued. “Don’t you think… we both deserve to be happy? If we both feel the same way, maybe we could—”

“We can’t.” Seonghwa denied it again. “We should just forget this night ever happened,” Seonghwa stood up now and dimmed the light for you. “Good night, your highness.” He shut the door behind you, leaving you in the dark. You stood up to follow him, your hand resting on its handle, but you made no movements. Instead, you pressed your head against the wooden door and sighed. He was right, he always was. You did think about the repercussions every so now and then when you had to pull yourself down from your fantasies and remember the reality of it all.

Your parents would be furious. They made it very clear to you since you were young that your sole purpose to the royal family was diplomatic and they never sugar-coated it. For the longest time you accepted this, you looked at each suitor indifferently and with this in mind. If you were destined to be a pawn of the family then you’d might as well look for the best of qualities in them. So why now? Why now that you’ve decided to be selfish it happens to be with the one person who was just so close, but so unattainable?

Was this even worth it?

You stepped back from the door, still staring at it.

You’ve never wanted anything more in your life.

You opened the door, ready to run after him, but you soon found that you didn’t need to, no, because Seonghwa was holding onto the handle on the other side. You looked at him and he looked at you, it was a conversation that needed no words, as all you needed to know was written in his eyes alone. He took the first step towards you and, in that short instant, his lips were on yours, and all felt right. You pulled him into your room and he closed the door behind him. You separated now, closer than you’d ever been before, and again you gazed at each other.

It all just felt so… right.

Then, pushed to the door, he kissed you again and sparks were shared. His hands moved so that one cupped the side of your face and the other stayed at your hip, while your hands bundled his dress shirt under them. It was now you realized the difference between lover and suitor. You felt him push you back towards the bed now, and he made sure you were lowered upon it with grace.

The internal argument you always had with yourself, was Seonghwa a knight or a friend, was completely demolished with every flittering touch or sweet caress. Any thoughts you had of the previous suitors before left every time his fingers laced with yours. Where every touch sent you into a dizzying spiral of love and desire, every word spoken grounded you and brought you back to your senses.

For eight years he watched your suitors come and go, each trying their best to woo you over from gifts of grandeur to gestures of love, and each time he felt your own mortification inwardly, even after a singular month he had learned what you loved and what you hated. He learned your tastes and preferences from mere observation alone, he learned your smaller actions that signal to your thoughts and he learned your speech patterns that indicated your feelings on who you were speaking to. He knew you so much better than any of the other suitors combined. And now he learned where you liked to be touched, to be held, and to be loved. He learned your ins and outs within one night as opposed to what suitors would never even get close to after years. He didn’t know what surprised him more, the fact that he confessed with his heart, or the fact that you felt the same way.

It was dizzying, it was fantastical, and it was all you both had ever wanted.

Most fairy tales start with symbols of a pure love, but here you were. Your tale begun enshrouded in the safety of night and with a secretive moment.

Then Choi Yeonjun came to visit the very next morning.

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