The Light From Her Heart
Genre: Supernatural/ Kingdom Au
Length: 1, 148 words
Characters : Jin and Namjoon
A/N: Hey guys! Comment or send me an ask if you have anything to say about this FF. I have really great plans for it and hope you guys continue to read it with me :D
Summary: “I will not listen to your reason. I have made my final decision and I will not tolerate an imbecile to expect me to lower my standards.”
Chapter 1: The Treaty of Trading
“Seokjin, please listen to reason,” the advisor pleaded. “Fighting the king Namjoon is and will be a waste of time. We don’t have the resources to declare war. Plus, our people are too beautiful to be covered in blood.”
The advisor was correct, of course. Like their king, the people of Skjønnhet were charming to the eye. The men’s shoulders wide and the women’s hips waist small, Skjønnhetens were always ready for a debate but they kept their fists down. Scratched knuckles would mar their soft hands.
King Seokjin knew this, “I understand, but someone needs to set that unruly bastard straight. He cannot be allowed to march into this country and try-”
Horns announcing an important person’s arrival interrupted Seokjin’s tirade. In this world, kingdoms created different music interrupted instruments for announcements; in Håpe, it was the wheeze of an accordion, in Skjønnhet, it was the chime of a bell. But horns could only mean one person the pouty Seokjin had no qualms with murdering, Kim Namjoon. The man shared his surname know he wanted to share his land.
“Why is he here? Advisor Jong, tell him to make like a tree and leave!” Usually Seokjin’s puns were funny, the king was serious.
“Sire, I’m afraid I can’t do that. I advise you to negotiate while he is here.”
The beauty king wanted nothing more to do with Namjoon, but his loyal advisor was wise. He sighed and squared his shoulders, “Bring him in.”
Advisor Jong nodded and bowed. Before closing the door after him, the old man stated, “I believe you have made the correct choice. “
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King Namjoon was feared by his people. His quick mindset scared them to the point where even criminals obeyed the law. His words were fierce without a trace of doubt in his voice. One word and there was new law in place. One glare and all negotiations weren’t negotiable.
The king was once the younger child of a small family who led the revolution in their old country. The civil war was fought for years in silence while Namjoon had grew up finely. His parents pressed him into the leadership role. When the war was over and the tyrannical king was overthrown, Namjoon’s parents took the crown. He was raised as a prince alongside his mother and father’s graces. He was taught to be fair, but to be intimidating. No one was to deceive him.
When Namjoon came of age to accept the crown of Leder, his father unleashed the worst news that Namjoon had heard since the civil war.
“Namjoon, my son, to successfully be King of Leder, you must do the impossible.”
Namjoon’s quick-mind came up with several scenarios; most included eating his mother’s soup. “What is it Father?”
“There is another young king near here. His parents recently gave up their power and have moved on. They left their son a very generous amount of wealth.”
“What does this have to with me?”
“Unfortunately, Kim Seokjin is too stubborn to trade with anyone; he has made a stop all trading with the kingdoms his father had negotiated. It’s not healthy for us since most of our food and your mother’s hair products come from their valuable trading. “
Namjoon stood, his mind trying to piece together his father’s words and what they had to with him. Suddenly he knew.
“You want me to try and make him continue trading with us?”
“Yes. Very good my son.”
“Father, I am extremely proud that you think I can accomplish this, but you say he is stubborn?”
“Yes.”
“You know how I feel about-”
His mother spoke up, her voice booming over his, “Namjoon, you must do this if you want the crown of our kingdom. This journey will let us know if you are ready to lead Lederens to victory rather than to their graves. Our people need the food resources that Skjønnhetens harvest. My hair products do not mean anything to me until my people are well fed. We have starved before, and I will not starve them again. Did you forget that tragic year Namjoon?”
“No Mother.”
“Then do not disappoint Leder,” And with that, the Queen gracefully stood up and walked towards the doors without another look at her son.
“Do not let your mother scare you Namjoon. She only wants what is best-”
“I know… I know… I will start to pack my things for the journey. My I have a few of the guards and an advisor for my try. “
“Yes. “
Namjoon turned to leave, his mind already figuring out a plan to get Kim Seokjin to establish trade again.
“Namjoon,” His father called out before he could turn the handle.
“Yes, father?”
His dad’s eyes were sparkling, “This will be a long, hard trip. But faith tells me there is more than meets the eye. I pray you come home with more than a trading treaty. “
Namjoon was baffled by his father’s words. “I will, Father.”
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And that’s why Namjoon found himself at the end of Skjønnhet king’s hatred.
He entered the immaculately designed throne room feeling as if he was no match for Seokjin’s wealth. The power that emanates from the throne itself was enough to make anyone tremble. The throne was a high back chair made of a deep red oak finished with a golden cushion. The throne sits at the top of a low form which somehow adds to the prestige of the power’s strength. There was carpet much like the rest one would see except in the castle’s colors. Aurous high windows dressed with burgundy tapestries set off outside light, bringing attention to the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
“Welcome to my humble abode. I wish you to leave,” the natural tenor that Namjoon had come to wilt at echoed throughout the grand room.
“Pleasure as always to speak you, King Kim Seokjin. I’m back to-”
“I know what you have come to do. My answer is no, and it will forever be no!”
“Listen to reason-”
Namjoon flinched when Seokjin pounded against one of the windows.
“I will not listen to your reason. I have made my final decision and I will not tolerate an imbecile to expect me to lower my standards.”
“Imbecile? Lower your standards? What standards do you have that makes you righteous enough to oppose to feeding an entire kingdom? We need your trading resources so we can survive and live. That’s all I ask for!” Namjoon was belligerent. No one was to undermine his intelligence.
There was a deafening silence between the two stubborn, determined kings. Both wanted the best for their kingdom. A knock interrupted the cool atmosphere between them.
“Come in.”
Advisor Jung entered before bowing his head to the kings, “I couldn’t help but eavesdrop your conversation. May I give you a suggestion, sires?”
“Of course, Advisor. Do you propose that this idiot-” Namjoon growled softly, glaring at the elder, “leave the kingdom and never come back?”
“Not necessarily sire.”
“Then what is it?” Seokjin snapped, unhappy with the answer.
“King Namjoon will indeed leave but-”
Seokjin frowned with a feeling of dread creeping down his shoulder. He wasn’t going to like this “but.”
“-You have to go with King Namjoon and stay with him until you compromise. You parents have already deemed this acceptable, and they are even considering retaking the crown. I urge you to do this, unless you want to lose the crown to your younger brother, who you and I both know is not qualified. “
Neither of the kings had anything to say. Namjoon felt as if his parents also had a play in this matter. Why would they do this? They knew from previous experiences that the boys didn’t like each other. During royal meetings between the families over the years, Namjoon and Seokjin could hardly keep their words to themselves. It often ended with the meeting being concluded earlier than usual.
Seokjin’s eyes grew wider if it was possible. There was absolutely no way he could spend his time in Leder. The citizens of Leder were too common and strict for his liking. Wasn’t there another way?
“I must do this?’
“Yes. I am sorry that I could not propose additional ideas. Your bags are loaded in the carriage ready for your departure.” The advisor bowed once more, and took his farewell.
The kings were left reflecting the weeks to come.
“Oh dear, I will not be able to endure seeing your face for more than three minutes much less-”
“It’s not my guilt that you did not agree to the treaty before this. I’ll tend to you in Leder once you arrive.”
Namjoon pivoted on his foot, and marched out the door. Seokjin followed soon after, ready to confront his problem.
Neither of the men knew what their parents knew about their future.
