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Power to the King

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Power to the king update

For those who are still waiting or maybe those who just found power to the king and are wondering what's happened to it.

I took a very long hiatus, just to focus on school. College is hard kids, don't do it. My exams are over half june. I will then write the next chapter. power to the king is not dead, and God himself will have to pry it out of my cold dead hands, if I were to die before I finish it. which with this European heat might be sooner rather than later.

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Power to the king | PJM Chapter 3

Here it finally is (I say this every time yet never learn to deliver faster). Anyways it's chapter three and the main characters finally get to meet properly, cuz i'm I got the slow cooker at maximum power. these bitches getting burned torterously slow the way the fanfic gods intended.

WC: 5K lol

warnings: minor character death

The evening after the tournament there’s a feast. A big celebration in honour of your return. You generally liked these kinds of occasions, but you still hadn’t seen your mother and the impatience to see her again was making you almost jump out of your skin. Only Yoongi and Jungkook had kept you vaguely updated on her health while you were away, but it was clear they were trying not to upset you. All the letters lacked any real, useful information.

Late that evening it was finally over and you slipped away as early as you could. You knew your mother went to bed early and probably wouldn’t be awake anymore, but you simply couldn’t wait. You had to see her again, had to see how bad it had gotten. You also had a bone to pick with her. She’d better not expect you’d just let her get away with sending you off like that. You walk briskly though the many hallways of the castle. Your footsteps echoing on the cold, dark grey stone floors, as you pass the many heavy wooden doors leading to different chambers. It was cold. It always was but you were wearing your fanciest dress today, for the occasion, and that wasn’t a very warm number.

At the big wooden door, with behind it your sick mother, you come to a sudden halt. Fear grips your throat and chest. You’re scared to see what she’ll look like. Your mother had been your rock, the one that always offered loving respite from your father’s cruelty. You couldn’t bare it if she’d be lying there holding on for her life, weakened beyond repair. Then a worse thought popped into your head. What if she was mad at you? What if you found out it was her idea to send you away, that she didn’t like you anymore? Hesitantly you knock on the door, barely loud enough to hear. There’s no response. Of course not, she must be sleeping.

Softly, or as soft as is possible with such a ridiculously heavy piece of wood, you pushed open the door, letting in a beam of light that lit up your mother’s face beautifully. She had always been a light sleeper, and the sound of the door opening woke her up at once. She opened her tired eyes and found you in the doorway. “there she is”, she exclaimed, though quietly. Her voice was raspy, it had never been raspy before, and the fear inside you gained more control over you.

“Mother, can I come in?”, you asked with trembling hands. “Of course my dear, I didn’t miss you this long for nothing”. The soft smile on your mother’s face made you feel slightly more confident and you strode towards her, closing the door behind you. Now that you were closer you could see that the fear was right. Your mother was skinnier than ever. Her usually shining black hair that used to reflect light as if the moon was shining from behind it was dull, and her ever so blushing cheeks had turned a gloomy pale, almost grey colour.

But then she smiled again, and she spoke, and the light in her eyes hadn’t gone out yet. “My princess, come sit next to me. You were never scared of me before”. At these words you burst into tears. You slumped onto the bed next to her. “What did they do to you? How come you haven’t gotten better?” Your mother took your hands: “Darling it’s nothing they did. This sickness is stronger than me. That’s all”. You shook your head violently: “Don’t say that! You’ll get better, of course you will”.

Your mother didn’t reply, just looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. It was something of compassion mixed with dread and quiet acceptance. It enraged you. How could she so easily accept her own demise? Didn’t she want to fight? Didn’t she want to survive? For you? You said nothing of it though. This wasn’t the moment, your mother was too weak to defend herself anyway.

“Darling how was it over there? Tell me they treated you well”. At this question you were reminded of the other reason you came in here. “It was fine. I didn’t change at all if that’s what you’re wondering”. Your mother, who knew you through and through, immediately noticed the curtness in your voice. “Oh darling, you’re not mad at me are you? I didn’t want to send you there. I thought you were delightful the way you were”. You frowned through the remainders of your tears. “Why didn’t you fight the decision then? You could’ve stopped him from sending me”. She tightened her lips into a straight line before answering. “You know I have no power over him. I never did. There were so many things I would’ve wanted differently, but I’ve always been…this”, she said, vaguely gesturing at her sickly state.

Again that immediate surrender. Why didn’t she fight? You knew in your heart she wouldn’t be in this situation if she’d been stronger from the start. You let out a loaded sigh and your mother stroked your hair out of your face to hold your cheek. Her cold hand made you feel like a little girl again. “Please don’t resent me little girl. We’re not all as fiery as you”. Her voice sounded weak and as she said this you saw the ghost of a hundred memories of your violent father flit behind her eyes. It made your anger melt away. How could you be angry with this soft, loving woman. She was a victim to the men in her life just like you were.

But as you walked away from her chambers that evening you made a decision. You’d never let it get that far. You were going to stand up to your father, your husband and any other man that you needed to, even if it became your death.

Yoongi’s wife was delightful, she was sweet and intelligent. She was also clearly tired and scared. You understood, anyone joining this family, with this king and Yoongi as a husband would be scared. When you walked the gardens together or had tea in the great hall she laughed at your jokes and smiled, but every time that smile faded a wave of sadness rolled over her face. You truly hoped Yoongi would come to his senses.

Every week the vegetable boy came. His father used to do it, but lately it had been Jimin every time. The first two weeks you ran into him coincidentally. You used to sleep in late whenever you could, but since the rigid schedule of the education programme your routine had changed. Now you were up at the crack of dawn and going on walks in the early hours. You smiled at Jimin every time, and Jimin replied with that intense look of his, and that slight, mischievous smirk. Any type of attachment between a farmer and a princess was completely off the table of course, but there was no contact between you. There’s no rule against smiling.

So the weeks passed. Your encounters with Jimin had become far from coincidental. You were taking your walks on a course you knew would cross Jimin’s once a week. Every week you got a little closer to your brother’s wife, and every week you got a little more worried about your obsession with the castle’s vegetable provider. Every week your mother got sicker and sicker.

Jimin was out of breath. He was almost at the castle and the carriage was as heavy as ever. This part of the job was usually done with his father, but lately Jimin had been offering to do it on his own every week. This was for two reasons. One, his father was still not better, and it seemed he wasn’t going to be better any time soon. Jimin worried for his father’s life. He was coughing up blood with what seemed like gallons at a time. Two, Jimin’s father was rigidly traditional. He was also very observant. He’d immediately notice his little moments of eye contact with the princess and he’d loose his head. He would never understand it was nothing, that it meant nothing, and was nothing to worry about.

He could of course just stop this weird little thing you had going on, but somehow that idea seemed very unappealing to him. This wasn’t dangerous right? As long as he didn’t make any more contact this would be fine. He could just keep looking at you. He’d never felt so inspired and the songs he made up whenever he was alone were better than ever. They all had the same girl in them, that set his inspiration on fire and made the words flood like waterfalls.

His feet sunk into the fresh layer of snow. The tips of his fur boots were soaked and he sighed with relief when he reached the paved road through the gate into the city. Here the snow was cleared quickly and he could walk feet dry. He was sure this was the last snow of the season. The sun was shining and since a week the snow barely held out a couple hours before melting.

On his way through the main street he came past the bakery. By now he could count easily how many seconds it took for Ragnar to come out and join him on his way for a couple steps. The smell of the warm, fresh bread engulfed him and he felt his stomach rumble. It’s not that him and his father didn’t have enough food, but there wasn’t more than absolutely necessary. Jimin only ate two meals a day like most peasants.

Ragnar popped up next to him, hitting his fist against Jimin’s shoulder in what was supposed to be a friendly greeting, but almost knocked Jimin of his balance every time. “Sing me the song you wrote on the way here”, he demanded with that stupid grin on his face. Jimin huffed through his teeth and grinned back “I’d rather not waste such fine culture on your ears”. Ragnar slicked his hair back and suddenly had a thoughtful look in his eyes, highly unusual for him. “You say you want to become a famous troubadour, but you never want to perform your songs and stories for anyone. How’s that’s gonna work?” Jimin hesitated for a second: “I’ll figure it out. I just need to write some better stuff”. Ragnar had walked with him about as far as he could go before his father would call him back and turned on his heels while saying: “Write something about me, that should help”.

After delivering the load to the castle Jimin went to the tavern with Taehyung and Ragnar. He had a little time before he should go home to eat dinner with his father. He didn’t drink too much since it was the middle of the day, and he was really just there to catch up with his friends. Taehyung had a busy schedule with his education as a druid, and Ragnar and Jimin both worked almost all day long except for Saturday afternoons and sundays. There wasn’t much time to mess around the way they did when they were kids. Of course they met in the tavern some evenings after work like most people did, but Taehyung was usually busy even then.

That night Jimin walked home with his empty carriage, whistling a tune he was working on. The wind was biting but the labour of pulling the cart kept him warm enough. He came past the castle and the huge tree that had stood next to the castle for as long as he could remember. It was an ancient thing and he wondered why they hadn’t cut it down. Someone could easily climb up it and somehow find their way into the castle.

When he looked up he saw you in a window next to that mighty tree. He could only see a shadow. You weren’t standing very close to the glass, but even your silhouette was breathtaking. He couldn’t even really see your face, but he just knew in his guts it was you. Maybe that’s where your chambers were. He tore his eyes away from your figure and continued his way, making up a story about a man who falls in love with a shadow.

When his own hut comes into view he immediately knows something is wrong. There’s no smoke coming from the hole in the roof. Normally he’d be able to see some light from the fire through the cracks, but the hut was dark. Jimin dropped the handles of the carriage and ran towards the house. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.

He threw open the wooden door, which creaked dangerously at this violent movement. It was dark and cold inside. “Father?”, Jimin called into the darkness. Only the strip by the door was lit by the last rays of the descending sun. A heavy cough sounded through the small room: “Jimin?” His voice sounded impossibly weak. Jimin quickly lit a fire with shaking hands. “Give me a minute father, I can’t see. Let me light a fire”.

The hut was finally lit up with light and warmth and Jimin crossed the room to sink to his knees next to his father. Who seemingly hadn’t been able to get up at all today. He put his hand to his father’s forehead and felt he was burning up and clammy. “Don’t worry. I’m fetching a druid. Just hang on, okay? I need some time to run to the city”. His father barely gave a reaction, but there was no time to worry about this. Jimin dashed out the door and made his way to the city as quick as he could.

Later, Jimin could barely recall what happened that night. He had no idea how quickly he made it to the city and barely remembered how he found the druid. He only recalled the feeling of his tears freezing on his cheeks. Seokjin’s hut was outside the city centre, on the opposite side of Jimin’s so he must have ran his lungs out. Seokjin lent a horse from his neighbours and went ahead of Jimin. Jimin himself had probably staggered back.

He didn’t remember his father’s last words, or if he’d even said anything at all. The whole evening was a daze. Seokjin had taken the body with him to prepare for burial, and Jimin was left on the floor of his father’s hut. He guessed it was his hut now. He sat there the entire night, and remained there long after the sun started coming up. The whole time he thought about his father. The memories they’d shared. He contemplated their relationship. Had it been good?

His father was never loving or affectionate, but he’d never been abused or berated. He wished he’d talked to his father more, got to know him. He’d always looked at that wrinkled face, but he never learned to read it. Whether or not the relationship had been sufficiently loving didn’t change that his father had been a comforting presence. His father always knew what to do, Jimin rarely did. He had been strict and rational, but always managed to keep the family afloat. His father had seemed like an indestructible rock. By the morning the fire had burned out, and Jimin started to feel the cold on his face. He didn’t move.

It had been two months since you talked to your mother that night. You talked to her many times after that, but never about anything as serious. She was doing worse and worse. You could see her wither away right in front of your eyes, and there was nothing you could do, nothing anyone could do. Seokjin was at her bedside at least once a day, trying to squeeze a couple more days of life out of her. It was no use. Deep down everyone knew this.

On a stormy night in early summer, you’re standing in front of her doors, leaning against the wall very unprincesslike. Seokjin’s inside finishing up with his daily assessment of your mothers health. You feel the cold of the stone press through your dress. Tonight you’d ask the question you’d been dreading, but you had to know, needed something to prepare yourself for, some sort of warning before it all came crashing down.

The sound of the thick wooden doors opening makes you jolt upright. Seokjin didn’t know you had been waiting outside, and startled a little at your sudden presence in front of him. “Your highness, aren’t you normally retired to your chambers at this time of night?” Your highness, Seokjin had called you your highness, unusually serious for him. “Seokjin”, you say with a tremble in your voice: “I have to know how long you think she has. Don’t sugarcoat it. Don’t treat me like a little girl. Tell me honestly”.

You used your most royal and commanding voice for this. Seokjin looked at you with a strange look of intrigue and sadness. “My princess, I fear it’s no more than two weeks”. It felt as if the floor caved in and the walls came tumbling down upon you. You put a hand to the wall to steady yourself, but refused to let the tears flow. This was your grief that you wanted to share with no one but yourself. You had to get away, and for a moment your etiquette training held out and you considered some polite way to excuse yourself, before giving up and just stumbling away towards your own room.

Seokjin had overshot. Nine days later a servant knocked on your door. “Your highness, your mother-“, was all you needed to hear. You stood up with a tremble all over your body and a cold block of fear settling in your stomach. You pushed past the maid and made your way to your mother. The woman you loved infinitely, but somehow never came to truly respect.

You lay curled up beside her when it happened, your face and her sheets wet with tears. She wasn’t able to say anything anymore. You talked to her last night, about how high-summer was approaching. The last thing she said to you was a simple goodnight. Jungkook sat at the foot of the bed with a hand on her leg, and as she went your shoulders shook with grief. Yoongi didn’t cry a single tear, but his face was twisted in immense sadness and defeat. He held her hand while she gave her last breath. The future queen, Yoongi’s wife held strong. At some point you saw a glint of tears glistening in her eyes, but she never gave way. That night she took care of all three of you. Your father didn’t appear.

Your sister-in-law brought you to your room right before midnight. You felt like a little girl again. Unknowing and with an incessant need to be led. The tears were troubling your vision and you had a terrible headache. You let her guide you, all you felt was the soft fabric of her grey-blue dress.

At your door you looked her in the eye. “Stay with me a while. It’s so lonely in that room and I can’t be alone”. She gave a watery smile: “Of course my sister”. She put you to bed and sat next to you, leaning on an elbow and stroking your hair until you fell asleep. It felt almost like your mother’s touch, almost. Right before falling asleep you realised you’d never feel the real thing again.

Maybe half an hour later you wake up again. Your sister-in-law is gone. That wasn’t surprising. No matter how tough Yoongi pretended to be, her husband would need her too that night. You were restless. So many thoughts and memories ran through your mind. After a while of tossing and turning you decided it was the right time for a walk. Who cared if you got hurt in the dark or kidnapped, or whatever else happened to vulnerable princesses at night. Nothing mattered much to you right now.

Like a ghost you got up and barely bothered to get dressed. Just a cloak over your nightgown seemed enough. In the dark you tip-toed through the stone passageways. You needed this walk, needed some time outside of these suffocating castle walls. If someone saw you they’d surely prevent their delicate princess from going outside.

Jimin was on a walk, in the middle of the night. Him and Ragnar had hung around the tavern a bit too long. Which was possible now that he didn’t have a father to go home to, he thought with a pang of pain in his chest. Taehyung was there in the early evening, but had been called away because of the death of the queen. This way Jimin and Ragnar, unimportant peasants were among the first to know. Taehyung would likely be busy all night. The rituals that followed a royal death took up a lot of time.

He had brought home a drunk Ragnar and was now on his way home, taking the long route past the castle. This had become a habit ever since he saw you in the window, although he was sure you’d be with your family tonight. He did in fact not see you behind your window. There was no fire burning. He continued his route along one of the smaller roads to the city gate.

When he was about five minutes from said gate he saw someone sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree on the side of the cobbled path. This was nothing out of the ordinary. Drunk men ended up in the gutter all the time. When he got closer he could see the figure more clearly, lit by the moonlight and the fire out of a window nearby. He narrowed his eyes and slowed his pace. It wasn’t a man, and the cloak they were wearing seemed to be made out of ridiculously fine wool. This was nowhere near the richer neighbourhoods in the city. How did this girl end up here?

When he was close enough he called out: “Do you need help, my lady?” At the sound of his voice piercing the quiet in the street the girl looked up. Her face tilted right into the light, and immediately Jimin recognised the woman that had been haunting his dreams by night and his stories by day. Your perfect face, bathing in the orange glow of the fire, but dimmed by an immense sadness, made Jimin’s breath hitch in his throat. He had no idea what to do. You clearly needed help. You were slumped against the tree, your hair was a mess under the hood of your cloak. He looked into your eyes and it seemed you weren’t there.

It felt as though he had just eaten something incredibly wriggly. He almost shook as he went to kneel down beside you, and for a second he berated himself for going silly with nerves at the mere presence of a beautiful lady. Before he could even say something you whispered: “I know you”, then you waited a second and continued: “And you know that I know you”. The knowledge that you’d noticed him in the same way as he did you filled him with a mix of fear, and much more, euphoria. “Your highness-“, you interrupted him: “The queen is dead”.

You looked into the  farmer boy’s eyes as you had so many times before, but this time from impossibly close by. Compassion took over his expression when you said your mother had died. Not the compassion it was expected of a subject to feel for the grief of his princess, but real compassion and recognition. “Your highness, I think you’d better go back home”. “I can’t go back. I hate that castle”. Jimin tore his eyes away from yours and looked at the ground. “My father died recently, your highness. When that happened I got stuck in place as well. I couldn’t move either, couldn’t think clearly”. You had been right when you guessed Jimin could see right through you that day of the tournament, that he somehow knew what you felt. “What I needed that day was a friend to think for me. I can tell you right now that it’s not safe here. You draw too much attention. You look rich and the scum in this city will see you as an easy target”, he paused for a moment. “It’s much easier to grieve when you’re not being robbed, your highness”, and to your great surprise, but also slight delight, he dared a little laugh at his own joke.

“You’re right”, you muttered, but made no move to get up. Jimin pulled the hand that had been resting on the tree behind you away, and let it hoover over your shoulder. “Would you let me help you up, your highness?” Jimin’s presence was comforting so you let him. In fact it was so comforting that you didn’t want him to leave and take his soft voice and words with him. So you said, “We have to sneak in trough the servant’s entrance. I don’t want to answer any annoying questions”. Jimin, now standing next to you, slightly raised his eyebrows at the word we, but offered you his arm anyway.

You walked the way to the servant’s entrance in silence, and you suddenly became all too aware of the dried up streaks of tears still on your face. Your hair was all messy, and the hem of your skirts was covered in mud. How very unbecoming for a princess to be seen like this by her subjects. Jimin didn’t seem to mind one bit. You felt he was impossibly nervous. His entire body was rigidly tense next to yours, but you’d be no different if you were a farmer suddenly escorting a princess to her castle.

You reached the servant’s entrance, and were able to enter without anyone seeing you. On the courtyard it was too dark for anyone to recognise anyone, but in the hallways you did pass by one maid, carrying supplies for the rituals for your mother’s body. It suddenly pulled you back to the reality of the day and you realised you needed distraction. “Jimin?”, you asked. “I’m surprised you remembered my name, you highness”. You managed a small smile at him. “What do you do besides farm. “I visit the tavern with my friends, your highness”. You frowned. “That’s all?” This time it was your turn to see through him. There was something more he wasn’t telling you.

As you arrived at your chamber doors Jimin finally answered your piercing gaze. “I like to write stories”, he quietly confessed. You were in desperate need for some distraction, and were strangely pulled in by Jimin. You didn’t want to let him go just yet. “Come inside, tell me a story”. This was incredibly stupid and unproper, but your mother died hours ago, and there was something about this boy. You didn’t care the slightest, besides there were ways to make sure no one found out.

And of course Jimin knew it was stupid too, but you were so beautiful and interesting. He had to know more about you, talk to you more, find more inspiration for his stories. So he went inside and did as you asked.

You sat down on the bed, and gestured for Jimin to sit down in the chair next to the fireplace, but he remained standing. “I tell better when I’m standing”. You simply nodded. “I’m sorry I can’t light the fireplace. It’s better if no one saw”. Jimin hummed in a agreement. “What kind of story do you want to hear?” You stared into the darkness for a bit before answering: “Something without mothers”.

And so Jimin told his story. He talked for more than an hour into the dark. He told a story of castles, forest, witches and knights. He talked about love, laughter, magic and mystery, but also about the crushing loneliness of the evil witch alone in a castle far away, and the crippling ambition of the knight wishing to save her of herself. You were enthralled. The more time passed the better you could see Jimin’s contours in the dark. You could feel his passion gushing out of him, poured into his story telling. You admired him, and floated away on his voice to the witch’s castle.

When he was finished you were quiet, and noticed your eyes were wet. When he was talking all his nervousness had disappeared like snow in front of the sun, but now it came barrelling back over him. Were you so quiet because you’d lost interest? Had you even been paying attention? “That was incredible, Jimin”, his named rolled so deliciously of your lips: “You have a real talent for this”. Jimin hesitated: “Well I’m a farmer, I won’t ever have much use for it”. He tried to smile away this sad truth, but his smile was weak. In this dark room you felt his devastation. “Tell me more stories. You can come back on other nights. I used to sneak out and into my room using that tree outside my window. If we’re careful no one will know”

“I work the whole week”, Jimin argued. You smiled: “No one works on Sundays, come visit me Saturday nights”. And again both of you knew it was stupid. That this was ridiculously dangerous, especially for Jimin, but again, neither of you cared.

On his way down from your room Jimin waited in the tree for a bit, waiting for an old drunkard to pass by. He looked over the skyline of the city, and contemplated the idiocy of this idea, but then, he argued, who could disobey their princess’ demands. On his way home he thanked the heavens he was a good climber.

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Power to the king | PJM ch: 2

Author's note: Finally lmao. My bowels have been moving the way only serious illness does. I guess the AO3 curse is getting me. I don't really have time to worry about that though.

WC: 3K

Warnings: swords? is that triggering? eye contact so intense they basically fucking.

It’s the day Jimin’s life is changed forever, the day that seals his fate. It’s the day Jimin sees an almost divine beauty. Until that day at the port, he had never been in such awe, and he had no idea that it would change his life forever.

The toughest part of winter is coming to an end. Soon the days will start lengthening and the snow will slowly melt. There won’t be much sun, and very warm it never gets, but the people will be able to stick their noses out without them freezing off. Jimin, Ragnar and Taehyung are standing on the docks, just like most people in the city. Not an inch of the ground is visible, everyone has piled as close to where the ship will dock as possible. Everyone wants to see her. The princess, their princess, what will she have become after months locked away in some castle, learning how to embroider and abide by rules. The princess was always open and kind, never too important to talk to the people. Everyone was hoping they haven’t changed her too much.

Ragnar was determined to see. This morning Jimin and Taehyung were dragged to the port, almost violently, by the overly eager baker’s son. Taehyung genuinely didn’t want to come, he was apprentice of the royal family’s personal druid. He would get to know her, and see her from up close soon enough. Jimin was pretending to wish to be somewhere different. He felt slightly awkward gawking in submission at a young woman he only knew because she was born into the family that ruled this kingdom. None of them had done anything to deserve the position they were in, but swam in wealth. That’s what he loudly proclaimed to his friend this morning. As always when he went on one of these unconventional rants, his friends just ignored it. Seceretly he wanted to see who she was just as much as anyone else.

The princes frequently made public appearances, but she was only 17 when she left. Jimin had never been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the princess everyone raved about. Jimin found the idea of worshipping something that was neither deity nor magic vulgar. He had to see what the fuss was all about.

The ship took a while to dock and it took even longer for the princess to come out, but when she did the crowd burst into exited jubilation. There she was, their shining princess. At first Jimin only saw your green dress and your bowed head. Then you looked up into the sunlight, straightening your back to look at your people. Jimin was awestruck. A face like that he’d never seen. This was the face of the princesses and queens he sang about in his songs and stories. You smiled confidently and graciously at the people, and Jimin could write a thousand songs about that alone.

At this moment he feels a hand on his shoulder. Ragnar shakes him, less than gently. “Do you see that! What a creature!”, he exclaims. Jimin says nothing, he only thrusts his eyebrows up, as if to wake himself up. “She looks more mature, she’s switched from maiden clothes to those of a woman. They must be getting her ready to marry”, Taehyung says, with a strangely compassionate look on his face Jimin doesn’t really understand. Ragnar smiles at the other two and firmly decides: “I’m going to marry her”.

It had been an eventful evening. After being picked up by your brothers and meeting his lovely wife, you had dinner with your family. There were no festivities. Your ever so loving father decided that wouldn’t be necessary because there would be an event at the castle in your honour tomorrow anyways. Luckily Jungkook never quite agreed with the king, and had slipped you a beautiful jewellery box as a welcome gift. Yoongi’s wife was beautiful and gracious, she had what it took to become queen one day. You could already see her on the throne, but there was also something deeply melancholic in her eyes, and in every move she made. It couldn’t be easy to be married to a man who was dead set on being alone the rest of his life.

Then, after the dinner was over, the king informed you of the horrible omens of war Seokjin had seen in the fires at the festival. The prospect of war sent shivers down your spine. The fear of what might happen to you or your family was nothing compared to the fear of what a war would do with your father. He would take the entire kingdom with him before ever surrendering. If the king had to lead this kingdom in a war surely nothing would be left of it.

Now you were alone in your room, alone after so many months of constant company. Giggling friends, girls braiding each other’s hair and evening chats on other people’s beds had been the daily fare back at Fjordsing. The silence would take some getting used to. You looked out your window to see the tree you used to use to sneak out of your room. You hadn’t a single urge to do the same thing now. Maybe the education of the past months had an effect on you after all.

There was a knock at your door, in a familiar pattern. A rhythm you and Seokjin had come up with when you were about seven. You giggled and sprung to the door to finish it. You knocked on the door, two times fast, two times slower. The door swung open and Seokjin barely had time to look at you before he was pulled into a hug way too familiar and casual for the relationship of a druid and princess.

Standing in the doorway, Seokjin held you back by your shoulders. “All grown up, what a woman you’ve become” he muttered with a nostalgic glint in his eyes. He let you go and asked, louder now “So, did you let them make you boring?” You grinned: “How could you even consider such a thing?”

The next day the entire court was in a frenzy, that afternoon a tournament would be organised in your honour. The princess had returned and everyone would celebrate. For once, anyone could participate, knight, butcher and blacksmith alike. Allthough the knights never would, they felt far too good to fight peasants. It used to be a yearly tradition for the queen’s birthday, which the kingdom had been doing for ages. Since the queen got sick however, the celebration had not been held. This seemed like a good opportunity to pass the torch on to you.

The winner of the tournament got an ever so scandalous kiss on the cheek from the queen, but now you. Rumours were flying around that more men than ever had signed up. At least this is what your maid whispered in your ear before sending you downstairs. The evening would end in the traditional communal dinner that every festival or event attended by the royal family ended in. The royals eating at a big table, overlooking the people all eating their own food. Everyone brought out picknicks, tables, and chairs if they had them.

You were sitting in the big wooden thrones that were only brought out for outdoor use. For once, you sat in the middle, with your brothers on either side of you. Your father wouldn’t even attend. He stopped busying himself with trivial stuff like this years ago. Your mother wasn’t here either, and with the chaos of yesterday’s events, you hadn’t been able to visit her yet. You desperately wanted to last night, but by the time you were free to leave the dinner table your mother was already sleeping. A compassionate maid had sent you back to your room at your mother’s doors.

Dozens of people were packed into the big courtyard. You looked over many of their faces, sitting in the makeshift tribunes with giddy excitement. You smiled. It’s not often that the average people get to enter the castle grounds, much less watch their brothers, fathers or uncles participate in a sword fighting tournament. Although they weren’t knights, almost every man knew how to handle a sword. The people formed the basis of the king’s army after all. You had never witnessed it in your life time, but in time of war, men all over the kingdom would be conscripted by their feudal lord.

You were getting slightly bored, and really just wanted the whole thing to be over with before your mother went to sleep. After not seeing her for months, there was not much to care about besides an opportunity to see her again. Once again you let your eyes flit over all the people in attendance. Suddenly your gaze was caught by a strong looking boy, with the softest eyes you had ever seen. You only made eye contact for a couple seconds, but the intensity of his attention made you feel like he understood everything about you in the blink of an eye. He was standing at the bottom of the tribunes with a group of other young men, meaning he would be participating.

Jimin was silently laughing at himself. How could he possibly have ended up here? Well actually he knew why. His pride had gotten the best of him once again. Yesterday afternoon, after the royal family had disappeared from sight, him and his friends were headed home when they came across a couple of royal servants organizing the tournament of the next day, and wouldn’t you know it… they were still letting people sign up. Ragnar had of course spotted it first and would not stop begging Jimin to sign up with him. Taehyung obviously couldn’t since druids swore an oath of peace when they started their education. Not that he would have noticed if they signed up without him anyway. His thoughts were already floating far away.

Jimin protested and protested, even attempting to just drag Ragnar away, first by the arm and then, when more violent measures had to be taken, by the ear. Until Ragnar delt the final blow. He had vivaciously turned to Taehyung and giggled to him: “He just won’t do it because he knows I’ll beat him”. Taehyung, who always returned to earth when there was an opportunity to mess with someone had slyly replied “Sure, I remember how he used to loose when we were being trained”

And because it was true that when they had received their sword training Jimin often had to concede defeat to Ragnar, he whipped around and signed himself up. Ragnar whistled loud enough for the whole street to hear and skipped over to do the same. Jimin was sure he’d stop smiling soon, he’d gotten much better since their training, and if he got a kiss from the princess on top of Ragnar’s defeated face, well that would only be a plus.

Now he was standing here, sword in hand, nervously waiting for his turn. He had no idea who he would be up against, but he hoped to the gods it wasn’t Harald, the black smith of the eastern quarter who had recently taken over his father’s practice. He was twice Jimin’s size and everyone knew he had no trouble fighting dirty.

A couple of fights had taken place already and Ragnar already scored his place in the second round by defeating a man, presumably in his thirties with a couple strands of ginger hair left, he didn’t know.

Currently two men, Jimin seemed to remember as cousins, were battling it out, loudly cheered on by everyone in the courtyard. When the taller of the two bit the dust after losing his balance, a herald raised his voice and announced that the winner would be advancing to the next round. He waits until the fighters have cleared the battle field, and then calls Jimin’s name.

Jimin feels a block of ice drop in his stomach, and while walking to the long thin battle field he tries to convince himself he’s only doing this as a joke, that he doesn’t care about the outcome, and that it doesn’t matter if he loses. He takes one look at the princess and believes none of it.

So lost in thought he hadn’t heard who his opponent would be. He fell into a starting position and looked at the man across from him. It was Wulfric, son of a famous builder in the city, about his age, but most importantly, he had trained with Jimin and he knew his technique. On top of that Wulfric was stupid. Jimin had the upper hand here.

You were getting bored. All this fighting was hardly interesting. Most men were trained in the same way, no one stood out. After every fight you found yourself hoping the next one would have the boy with intense gaze. You just had to know his name. Just to know it. To have a word to put his image to.

The herald calls two names again. A Jimin Svenson and Wulfric Builderson. There he was; the boy with the jet black hair and the full lips walked towards the battle area with more grace than even a lot of peasant women. You wondered who Jimin was. Most people of low standing have no family name, so they signed themselves up with their father’s names or job, or where they came from, or their own craft if they were older.

The starting sign was given, and the fight began immediately you noticed Jimin was different. He was gracious, light on his feet and original. The second thing that became clear was that Wulfric Builderson didn’t stand a chance. Jimin’s sword flashed like lighting everywhere around him. He could impossibly keep up.

Dozens of strikes and thrusts rained down on poor Wulfric. The audience almost quieted down. Something like this they had rarely seen, and when Jimin won, the crowd broke out into a deafening cheer. The fight had taken barely half as long as the others.

To Jimin’s own surprise he worked his way through the tournament quite easily. Some fights took more effort than others, but over all things were going swimmingly for him. Only Harald had formed a real threat. When it looked like he was about to lose Harald threw a hand of sand into Jimin's eyes. Instead of wasting time getting the sand out of his eyes, Jimin listened, but the audience was groaning in contempt at such a low action. He hadn't been able to hear much. At that moment Harald decided to attack again, and his heavy, thumping footsteps gave his exact position away. Jimin managed to get him to the ground, blinded. An action which would earn him a lot respect among the people of the city.

Ragnar as well seemed to have little trouble climbing to the final. With every fight the cheering for them got louder. Ragnar, ever so stress free and laid back, started throwing Jimin challenging looks the closer they got to facing each other in the finale. Jimin of course responded with equally intense gazes before the both of them burst out laughing every single time.

“Ragnar Bakerson and Jimin Svenson, to face of for the price”, the herald called out. Jimin, who just barely finished wiping the dust from the last duel of his face, got up and took position. He knew he had an advantage over his friend. He knew his fighting style, it was the same as it had always been, but Jimin’s had changed. Ragnar only got the chance to notice the change a few hours ago.

Ragnar wasn’t stupid, he started the fight differently than he normally did, but Jimin had reasoned that far himself and had prepared for anything. Of they went. The sharp, stinging sound of their swords clanking together cut through the air. They were equally matched and the speed of the other’s movements exhausted the two boys quickly. Ragnar started the duel with full confidence, but Jimin managed to wipe that smile of his face in no time. Jimin wasn’t smiling either however. Ragnar was as skilled as ever.

You noticed something. The boy named Ragnar had a slight limp. It was almost too subtle to notice, but you were completely immersed in the fight, and saw it anyway. You wondered, nay hoped, that the Svenson boy would notice it too. Jimin didn’t. The fight continued and the both of them were nearing the end of their rope, that much was clear.

A sudden swing from Ragnar forced Jimin to jump far backwards, putting you within earshot of him. You called out, acting like it was just something you exclaimed out of excitement to your brother: “He’s slow on the left”. Jimin’s body stiffened for a split second, before he attacked again, this time focussing only on the left side of Ragnar’s body. The fight took a turn, and withing minutes Ragnar was in the dust, panting with a proud smile on his face.

You clapped just as hard as anyone else, and stood up for the winner. You had no idea why you had hoped for his win so bad. It’s not like you would even be able to talk to him. There was just something about him that made you wish the best for him. Jimin looked around the courtyard while swiping his hair back. He caught your eye for a moment, and you looked at his sweaty, panting form in all it’s glory. He was muscular as any hard working farmer was, but there was something so soft in his face.

The herald led Jimin to you after making an announcement about his victory, barely audible over the ruckus on the courtyard. A sudden flash of inspiration made you take out your velvet, barely used handkerchief. Jimin was told to stand next to the heightened platform you and your family were seated on. You heard Jungkook behind you congratulate him with that air of mischief his voice always had.

You stood up and leaned over the barricade. Jimin looked up at you with large, pleading eyes that made you weak in the knees, before turning his cheek to you. The glint in his eyes told you he was just as fascinated by you as you were by him. You quickly slid your arm through the barricade and swept your handkerchief past his arm. He understood and took it subtly from your hand. While you placed a tender kiss on his cheek you smelled the sweet sting of his sweat, but also hay and dirt. He smelled of more strength than any of the politically powerful men you were surrounded by your entire life.

A week later you finally noticed who the farmer that delivered the vegetables to the castle was. He noticed you too. He would never stop noticing you the rest of his life.

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Power to the king | PJM: chapter 1

Here she finally is. It took me a long while to tie up all the loose ends to make Jimin's storyline make sense because I somehow lost all my ideas that I had written down. I planned the whole thing out, all 7 stories and then I just lost it. Devine intervention probably, but I've never been very religious, so I keep on going.

WC: 2,3K

Warnings: mentions of men wreaking havoc by being men.

It was deep winter, so Jimin woke up before the first sunlight. He hated the amount of darkness they got here in winter. The days were so short you barely got time to enjoy the sun. Then in summer the days were so long it was hard to get to sleep. He had met travellers in the port. Sailors that came from places that sounded impossibly foreign to him, where the sun burned your skin and the people could sleep and rise with the sun the way here they only could for a couple of weeks in spring and autumn. The way they sang and spoke of oceans of sand and water warm enough to swim in made Jimin dream of a life far away from here. One where he didn’t work until his legs cramped and fingertips froze.

Jimin opened his eyes. The waking came naturally. A vegetable farmer who delivers food to the royal castle wakes up at the crack of dawn, or even before. So his father had taught him. When he came of age to start working his father had woken him up every day. Now, after 10 years his body knew when to wake up on its own. He stretched his legs, abandoning his curled up position under his clothes. In doing so he felt the winter cold bite his limbs. The straw on the floor scraped his legs through his brown, old trousers. Half blinded by the dark he felt around for his tunic, careful not to touch and wake his father.

His hand finally touched the rough fabric and he began putting the piece of clothing on. As he pulled it over his head he heard the heavy exhaling and shuffling of hooves that indicated their cow was ready for the day as well. Jimin gets up, and now stretches his arms above his head. He felt the strength flow into his muscles and suddenly felt much more equipped against the cold and hard work of the day to come. He got up and opened the door to let the cow and himself out of the hut, without waking his father. He knew his father wouldn’t appreciate Jimin doing all the work alone, but Jimin had noticed he was growing weaker every day over the past few weeks. Jimin assumed he was probably just getting sick and needed some days of rest.

Outside the last bits of moonlight reflected on the thick layer of snow, and Jimin could see much better than inside. Their cow lazily strolled out behind him and Jimin closed the door before the gusts of cold could get to his father. It hadn’t snowed this night, which meant Jimin didn’t have to dig new paths through the snow. He sighed a breath of relief as he went on his way to the shed.

The shed was quite big for farmers of their standing, a reminder that the family had known better days. The shed was built when his father had more money, but after the death of his mother and the expenses of getting his sister married they had less money than ever. On top of that everyone had been hit by a bad harvest and the cost of taxes that grew every year as the king grew angrier. The shed was big enough for the stock of vegetables and hay, and even for the cow. Since it was winter however, the cow spent the nights in the hut with Jimin and his father; for warmth.

Jimin took a hold of the pitchfork leaning against the wooden wall, and scooped up some hay for the cow. The smell of the dry grass took him back to summer. When he sat with friends in the fields after a day’s work, making up songs the way they loved to do. Jimin had been gifted a lute for his birthday many years ago, back when the family could afford presents. It was his biggest passion in life besides making up stories to sing.

When the cow was eating he turned around to fetch the carriage from behind the shed. The effort to pull it to the entrance of the wooden construction warmed him up. Back in the shed he dug out the vegetables for the week for the royal family. They were not the only farmers responsible for the royal stomachs, as their farm wasn’t nearly big enough. It would be easier for them to choose a farmer rich enough to supply all their food at once, but there wasn’t a farmer in a 5 mile radius with better crops than Jimin and his father, so they were allowed to keep supplying the castle. Other farmers were used to feed the servants, Jimin’s crops went solely to the king and his family.

The vegetables were kept under a layer of snow. Jimin had once spent a day building a wooden separation between the hay and the stock of vegetables, so that the snow could not wet the hay. After everything was loaded onto the carriage Jimin wiped his hands, wet from the snow, on his heavy cloak. Jimin and his father were in possession of one pair of wool gloves, which were worn for the next part of the job. The were still in the hut and Jimin opened the door as quietly as he could, but it was no use. The door creaked and the cold wind blew his father’s eyes open.

Jimin closed the door behind him and looked at his father apologetically. Small beams were seeping in through the cracks in the wooden walls now, and his eyes slowly got used to the dark. “Why didn’t you wake me?”, his father’s hoarse voice sounded. Jimin started carefully: “You seem so tired lately. I thought you could use the rest”. Jimin expected his father to protest, but instead he coughed one of his throat-tearing coughs again and said: “Just for today, you might be right”. Jimin nodded, although sure his father would not be able to see, and felt around on the shelf where he knew the gloves were kept. His hands touched the wool, roughened by the years, and he was on his way out again.

Normally the walk to the castle was torture, about an hour of pulling the carriage, heavy as lead, through snow, rain and wind. They used to have a horse to pull the carriage, but it had been given away by way of dowry for his sister. He had been attached to the mare, but he realised it was all easier with his sister out of the house. It had to be done. Without his father present however, the walk was more enjoyable. Not because Jimin despised his father in any way, but because this way he could sing.

He could make up the stories in his own head without talking, but putting them to song quietly could not be done. He could of course settle to just tell his stories, but a bit of proper bard sings them. Jimin wasn’t a bard by all means, but it was nice to dream. It kept him sane during the hard work. About half way through his journey he got into the busier streets of the city. Him and his father lived a little outside of the city centre and it took about half an hour to reach the city, a quarter of an hour if you weren’t pulling a heavy carriage, and half an hour more to reach castle through the narrow, busy streets of the capital.

This is where he usually ran into Ragnar, the bakers son, on his way to get water for the day. Today was no different. Ragnar, blonde as the sun and wanted by every lady he set his eyes on, was talkative enough to make up for Jimin's inability to speak while pulling the heavy load. Together with Taehyung, the druid’s apprentice, Ragnar was his best friend. They formed quite the trio, known around the city for getting into all sorts of hijinks and leaving a trail of broken hearts everywhere they went. Although this was more Jimin and Ragnar’s doing then Taehyung’s, who was more reserved. He was often too caught up in the magic of the world to notice the eager glances thrown his way.

You woke up way too early for your liking. Members of the royal family usually slept quite late, but there was no space for that where you were now. You were rudely awoken by the governess, who marched into the dormitory like she owned it and loudly proclaimed it was time for the day. You weren’t the only one struggling with the early rising. The baroness of Fjordsing had dedicated her life to educating young women of noble blood. Which meant that the dormitory was filled with highborn ladies, used to a more comfortable life. As the princess you were the highest in rank, besides one other princess who had been sent here from a far country they called Buzantion. Here they learned stitching, etiquette, botany and many other things deemed acceptable lady hobbies. You hated it here. You hated the strict governesses. You hated the many rules. You hated sitting up straight, and discussing flower arrangements. You despised walking in line in general. That’s why you were sent here.

Several months ago your father had decided to put an end to your continuous rule breaking. You snuck out, spoke out of turn and fraternized with the servants too much. Of course your brothers did all those things as well, who else would have taught you them, but they were men so it didn’t matter. You hadn’t taken your punishment lying down. For weeks you had pulled sour faces, complained every chance you got and even slept a night at your mother’s bed chamber door, having fallen asleep after getting tired of your lamentations that went unanswered.

It broke your mother’s heart to see you so dispirited, but it had to be done. Young ladies had to learn how to behave or they would never get married. You loved your mother and really all you felt for her was compassion. She was raised to always accept everything a man said or did. So were you, but your mother’s upbringing had been even stricter, more abusive. She didn’t stand a chance. Like many women of her generation she had been beaten into submission. Now it was killing her. Your father was slowly killing her. Sometimes you resented her for not standing up for herself. How could a woman be so weak. The idea that one day you would turn into your mother, and let a man do that to you terrified you to your core. You had gotten two marriage proposals already, and rejected both.

You got up and changed your nightgown for a day gown. A simple grey dress, made of think cotton and wool, because no matter how high they kept the fires in the hearths, the cold still managed to find the smallest of cracks to slip through. You were many miles from home, but the cold was so all-present in this region that the climate was the same. Back home there was a sort of ancient frost that had crept into the castle long ago, and never left. Like the builders had constructed the castle around it. Even in summer the many hallways and chambers did not warm up. The cold you felt entering your home had withstood the ages. It had seen all the horrors of your family history and gotten heavier because of it. It seeped into the minds of the servants and everyone living there.

The cold of the stones of the floor engulfed your feet within seconds and you quickly put on a pair of slippers. Every girl wore the same dress and slippers here. And your thick, wild hair had to be bound in a white cloth. Together with all the other girls you walked the aisle between the beds to the door. On your way to the temple you thought of your looming return home. In one week you would complete your education and return to the capital. You had learned nothing. Not a bone in your body thought about changing your ways. You had behaved here, as well as you could, since breaking the rules made your stay here longer.

Life wasn’t that much better or more exciting at home, but at least you would have your brothers, your mother and your nightly trips. You would also meet your oldest brother’s new wife. While you were away Yoongi had gotten married. Since you heard the marriage had been arranged you prayed every day for the poor woman. You loved Yoongi, but you also realised that being in a relationship with him would be nearly impossible. Even more so if Yoongi himself didn’t want to get married, which you were almost sure was the case.

Once arrived at the temple you sunk to your knees on the hardwood prayer bench, and mindlessly listened to the priests babbling. You much preferred the magical part of your religion, but that was the job of the druids, and there were none here. The priests simply performed sacrificial rituals that you were sure no god ever heard. That was another thing you looked forward too. The reunion with Seokjin, the royal druid. When you were a little girl he used to sneak treats into his medical visits to you, and even now, when you were in your late teens, he was still like an uncle to you.

A week later you were standing at the bow of the ship, looking at the vast ocean. It was ready to leave. The thick ropes where pulled in from the docks, and after a while you were on your way. A mix of excitement and dread filled your stomach. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face the cold of that castle again, and how would your mother be doing?

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Power to the king update

I lost all my plans for the other stories which means i'm smiling through the pain and desperatly trying to remember what I was planning to do. Don't panic, after numerous slaps in the face from, what I'm guessing is God himself, I'm still going strong and refusing to give up. The consequences of not listening to the seemingly devine will catch up with me after death, but hey, you need something to do in the eternal. I'm just gonna need some time to get my story back in order. I'm also going away for 3 weeks soon so that will probably delay everything even more. Stick with me people.

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Power to the king | KSJ pt.5

Here she is, finally after my laptop deleted entire pages I wrote not once BUT TWICE, I finished her. I deus ex machinad the fuck outa this one but I don't care anymore. The next member for the series I don't know yet. I have to figure out which one would chronologically make the most sense.

wc: 6.9K lmao

warnings: swords? Does one need to warn for that? Grown man crying, I don't know what else to say.

The tension in the tent could be cut with a knife. the king was sitting at the head of an improvised table, staring at its surface covered with scattered maps and figurines representing combat units. With his broad body and even broader armour and cloak he seemed to take up an entire end of the table. He was surrounded by advisors and his two sons, all sitting with their hands in their hair, desperately trying to find a way out of this.

They were close to losing. There was no denying it at this point. Worst of all, everyone knew whose fault it was. The king had been giving rash and impulsive orders, ignoring all sort of advice against these actions. One brave advisor tried to speak up, stuttering and pale, looking way too old for his age. His grey hair and beard probably caused so prematurely by the stress of working for the king for so long. The king let out a sort of grumble that was clearly meant to shut the man up. It was quiet again. All who dared to speak up to the king faced dire consequences. Only his sons got away with it every now and then if they were careful. Yoongi, had shown himself to be a great tactical thinker and had been able to save them from the worst losses by cleverly coaching the king into listening to him.

Now, however, even Yoongi was stumped on how to solve the current situation. The enemies encampments weren't far from here, lurking in the darkness of the night and likely occupied by people currently coming up with plans to push even further through their troops.

suddenly the tent flaps blew open. They opened to let in a cold gust of icy wind and a dishevelled looking messenger. He was wrapped in rags of fur, likely because he had travelled over from the capital. This encampment lay much further north. Here the cold and snow had already found them, but the capital had only just started showing the first sings of winter. The man had probably stopped on the way to improvise warmer attire.

Everyone looked up at him except the king. All he did was lowly mumble: "speak". The messenger shivered and went: "The queen has been attacked. There was an ambush and some sort of spell was put on her by a druid no one has recognised. She had been unconscious for a day when I left. She is being tended to by the druid's apprentice".

At this Seokjin, who had been sitting in a corner, half asleep, shot up, wide-awake. "What spell was it?", Seokjin asked, and everyone looked at him strangely. He had spoken out of turn. He was not the highest ranking person here, nor was he the one that should care about the queen the most. The messenger hesitated for a bit, looking at the king wondering if he should answer, but when the king didn't react he did. "We haven't been able to figure it out".

Seokjin's mind went a hundred miles an hour. Taehyung wasn't fully trained, but if he wasn't able to at least figure out what caused this you might be in for big trouble. Everyone waited for the king to give an order, but when he still didn't it was Jungkook's turn to speak up. "Let me go to the capital with one of our medics. It might be good to have a leading member of the royal family there now that someone is carrying out attacks so close to home and on members of our family".

The tension grew even more intense. Jungkook had just gone against his father, specifically his decision to take both his sons with him to battle. The king finally looked up. His almost blind eyes pierced Seokjin's for a moment before he spoke: "Send message to Hoseok to double guards all around the city. Let the apprentice take care of the queen".

At this Seokjin stood up with such force that his chair keeled over. "You cannot mean this! Taehyung is not trained enough the handle a spell of this calibre. Who knows how much time she has? Who knows what effect this spell will have on her?" Now he'd gone too far. The king slowly stood up. "You dare speak to your king this way, boy!" He rounded the table, inching towards Seokjin he seemed to double in size, but so did Seokjin. It was clear that he would not back down.

"Are you saying I'm wrong? Are you saying my orders should be doubted?", the king spit at him. "Don't think I haven't noticed how much time you spend with my wife, how you talk about her as if she's some precious diamond to be preserved. I know how you care for her, traitor". For a second it was quiet. Only Seokjin had heard that last part, but everyone knew that if Seokjin cared for his life he would sit down. Seokjin, however, was long past reason and said: "Well someone should".

At that, all sorts of things happened at the same time. The king drew his sword, pointing it at Seokjin. Both of the princes stood up, hands on their own swords, and head of guard Namjoon, who had been standing guard outside, came in at the sound of a sword being drawn. "Leave here!" the king growled. to accompany his words he pressed the tip of his sword to the druid's throat. Seokjin tried to back up, now standing trapped against his own fallen chair. "Father", Yoongi tried to intervene: "It's freezing cold. He will not survive out there".

"Shut up! or do you want to be next!" Everyone knew the reason for the king's distaste for his oldest son, so no one dared to relish in the humiliation he just faced. The king turned to Seokjin again. "Leave here and let me never see your face again. If I return to the capital and I hear that even one person saw you there I will order a manhunt for you and we will not rest until I have your head!"

 With this he used the flat side of his blade to push Seokjin towards the entrance of the tent. Once there Seokjin looked around the room one more time, brows furrowed, hoping for some other way out, but was then forced out by the king’s sword pushing against his chest. He stepped backwards out of the tent, feeling the entrance flaps glide over his shoulders, and stepped into the cold.

the snow blew around his ears, but the howling of the wind did not keep him from thinking quickly. No one seemed to be coming after him so he decided to go to his tent and get some supplies. He dashed through the snow. In his tent he grabbed what he needed for two days travel and also some things that could help heal you, because over his dead body was he going to let you stay in that coma or worse, die. He realised it might very realistically be over his dead body indeed, but he didn't care.

He stepped out of his small tent and came almost face to face with a horse bound next to the tent on the other side of the path from his. He had already fallen from grace far enough that it wouldn't matter if he stole a horse as well. He untied the animal, feeling it's warm breath on his face. Still there seemed to be no one coming to check if he actually left, but he took no chances and jumped on the horses back without saddling it. Druids were used to riding without gear. They often did things the more natural way.

It had been hours since he ran from the camp and the sun was coming up. Seokjin felt like he was frozen stuck to his horse's back. The cold had crept into his bones and it felt as though all the sweat on his body had formed a thin ice layer on his skin, but the thought of quitting did not strike him even once. He must and will reach you and try the very best he can to save you, and he had to do it before any messengers reached the capital to tell the guard about his exile. Although he was not sure the king would even send one.

Taehyung sat at your bedside, head in his hands. He had tried everything in his power, every herb, potion and even spell he knew. It was well known that almost no mere human could bring a spell to a successful end. That sort of thing was only for the most powerful of druids or the mysterious creatures that lived in the forests. Yet he still tried anyway. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if you died just because there was something he forgot to try.

All of these things had achieved nothing. You still lay as quietly and limb as when you'd just been struck. All that showed you were still alive was your soft breathing, that Taehyung feared was becoming more and more shallow. He had already sent for the second druid of the city, who lived on the east side of the capital, but he doubted he would be able to do anything more.

Taehyung stood up. He had to stretch his legs and get some fresh air. Being here, trapped with the fear of what might happen to you was killing him. It had been five days since the attack, and who knew how much time you had left. It’s the lack of knowledge that was getting to him. No one had any idea how to help or what had even happened to you. It was clear that the druid or maybe even wizard who did this was far more experienced than anyone Taehyung, or anyone in this city had ever met.

Seokjin was only half conscious when he rode up to the city gates. He was almost slipping of his horse because of the exhaustion and freezing cold that had settled in his clothes so that even after leaving the cold north he still couldn’t warm up. He was shaken awake by the realisation that he had arrived at the city and that you were behind those walls. The gates were closed. They normally never were, but Seokjin assumed that because of the circumstances they had taken extra safety measures. No competent ruler would leave the door to his city wide open after a member of the royal family is attacked during a war.

With the last of his power he attempted to sit up a bit straighter on his horse, and looked up. Two stone towers stood on both sides of the big wooden gates. The design of the gates was simple and dull as everything that had been built by order of the current king. The only form of decoration in sight were the wooden dragon heads on top of the walls, about every ten meters.

Because of the fierce blowing of the wind Seokjin almost missed the guard shouting down at him: “Who are you? Identify yourself!” Seokjin’s face was famous around the city, because of his important function at festivals and other religious practices, but the guard was high up on the gate and likely his view was obstructed by his helmet. Seokjin doubted for a second. Should he tell the guard his real name. If no message had been brought of his exile yet he would be let in without a second thought, but then his presence in the city would be known.

“I’m a traveller visiting my uncle. I have news of a death in my family”. He thought it would be easier to immediately state his reason for being here as well. He pulled his hood further over his head as he continued: “My name is Björn Evanson. I come from Varberg”. He hoped the good diplomatic relations the capital had with Varberg would incite some trust in the man. “My condolences”, the guard stated. After that it took about two minutes for the gates to open and let an exhausted traveller, on his way to bring bad news to a family member through. Seokjin’s plan was to go to his hut to warm up and devise a strategy to get into the castle.

Taehyung was standing outside the walls of the castle, not far from the entrance gate. He could see the bridge over the moat from here. The darkness of the evening was welcoming. Taehyung liked the dark of the night, illuminated by torches. He always had. The flickering of the flames calmed him. This night however, very little could calm him. If he calculated the travelling distance right, enough time had passed for a messenger to make it to the king and for some form of help to have made it back here. As he stood there, anxiously awaiting any sign of a messenger or anything else from the battle field, he heard some noises coming, strangely enough, from above him.

It seemed like the noise of a human struggling to climb something, and maybe a hushed whisper. Alarmed, he looked up. He had only limited knowledge of the layout of the castle since he wasn’t here all that often. Seokjin usually went alone, but he was almost sure he was standing outside the princesses rooms. He squinted his eyes, trying to see through the thick darkness. The moonlight was obstructed by a large tree standing outside the princesses window. He saw a young man on a branch of the tree looking in through the window, and for one horrific second he thought something horrible would happen to yet another member of the royal family, but then the light of a torch struck the man’s face just right.

It was Jimin, the vegetable farmer’s boy, and he wasn’t on his way into the window, but on his way back down. After giving a last, incredibly mischievous, look at the princes’ window he started on his descent down the tree. Taehyung decided it wasn’t his place to judge, and that it would be easier for everyone if everyone remained under the impression that no one had seen what just happened here. So he walked away with a grin on his face, towards the entrance gates of the castle.

Just when he was about to knock on a smaller side entrance next to the main one, the one he had just left the castle grounds through, a man came galloping over the bridge. It only took Taehyung a couple of seconds to recognise his master. He ran over to the elder druid and exclaimed: “Finally!” Seokjin jumped of his horse. “Taehyung, bring me to her now! I don’t know how much time we have”.

On the way to the queen’s rooms Seokjin explained what had happened to him. While they were running down the dark, stone hallways Taehyung tried his best to keep his distraught feelings under control. On his turn he stated that no messenger had reached the city yet to warn them of what had happened between the king and Seokjin. This meant he would be safe here for at least a day or two.

Up to this point they had been rushing down the halls, but when they arrived at your door Seokjin stopped dead in his tracks right in front of it. He hesitated to go in, one hand half lifted to the door knob. “How does she look?”, he asked. Taehyung looked at him empathetically: “As if in a peaceful sleep”. Seokjin took a harsh breath in through his nose and pushed the door open.

There you were, angelical. You lay flat on your back, your hands laid statically next to your body. Your eyes were closed and your hair spread out over the pillow, shining in the moonlight falling through the window. A pain gripped Seokjin’s heart. This should never have happened to you. You were the most innocent of people caught in the crossfire. “Why is she not covered by the sheets?”, Seokjin asked accusingly. Taehyung stepped towards your bed and felt your forehead again, like he had done so many times over the past few days. “She’s burning up, glowing almost”.

Still Seokjin did not move an inch closer to you. He was frozen at the door as he asked: “Did you have time to visit the library yet?”. Taehyung only shook his head. “Go there at once, look through every scroll you can find that could be of any help”. He stepped aside to let Taehyung through the door, and then he was alone with you. The guilt was too much to bear. He had defiled your honour, your marriage and then he had left and gone to mess up the situation even further by yelling at your husband. Now that he was banned from the city you would be left to face the king’s wrath alone upon his return.

He hesitantly took a step closer, looking at your flushed face, clearly hot from fever. He finally managed to shake himself awake, and stepped to your side. He ran the back of his fingers over your cheek and neck, that he had spent so much time admiring. He felt how abnormally warm your skin was and let his hand glide further down over your shoulder and arm. The arms that had made him feel so loved only a week ago.

Then he got to work. Hours and hours on end he tried everything in his knowledge. Multiple times he ran in and out of the room to get supplies. Potions, herbs, rituals and even spells, nothing helped. Only when the sun took a first peek over the horizon, he took a second to breath. He walked backwards with the wet cloth he used to cool your head still in hand, and let himself fall into a chair at your window. He wasn’t a single bit wiser than hours ago. Whatever this spell, or whatever else it could be, was, it was dark magic that he had no knowledge of. It had to be something despicable because Seokjin had a running knowledge of basically all light magic and healing. He was one of the most revered druids in the kingdom, and even he couldn’t figure it out. The last sliver of hope he still had began to slip away from him.

At this moment Taehyung burst through the door. He looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. His hair lay all over the place and he had small vertical lines on his face, as if he’d ran his nails over his cheeks many times, but his face read triumphant. He was holding an assortment of scrolls of all kinds of shapes and sizes, most looking like they were at least a century old. “I have an idea, but it will sound ridiculous. You have to listen to me”, he said as he dropped one of the scrolls, not bothering to pick it up. “The nymphs!”

The nymphs were and old species of magical creature, mysterious beings, born out of nature and made to protect it. They were winged creatures of which no one knew if they were divine or earthly. They were as old as nature itself and had lived among humans for a long time. However, two centuries ago the people had turned on them. They feared them. The nymphs had a strange power over animals and nature, and they knew magic incomprehensible to even the best human druids. At the time there had been hundreds of tribes of Ocean, river, mountain and forest nymphs, but since the irrational massacres carried out by the humans they had lost the biggest part of their population.

These creatures were peaceful ones who did not know war. They didn’t stand a chance against the bloodthirst that fear causes. After a little more than a hundred years of fighting an agreement had been struck up. The nymphs that were left would retreat to forests and rivers far away from humans and humanity would leave them alone. They went on to live separately and the kingdom never saw them again. Seokjin knew that in this provence of the kingdom only one tribe remained. In the deep centre of the forest that bordered the capital.

Only very few had ever seen them in the last 80 years, and those who did had stories that were hard to believe. Seokjin had only once encountered something that could have been one of them. He was deeper in the forest than he’d ever been to find St Helena Olive, used for ointments against insect bites. He had heard a noise and looked up just in time to see something that seemed human flit away through the foliage of the trees, faster than light.

There was absolutely no certainty that they would even find them, let alone that they would be willing to help, but they had to try. It was the only option. The nymphs were the only ones who could ever know what it was that pestered you. So barely an hour later you were loaded onto an open carriage behind Seokjin’s horse. Him, Taehyung and four guards were ready to leave.

It took about two hours to ride to the edge of the forest, just outside the city. Normally this would take much less time on horseback, but Seokjin didn’t want to run the risk of damaging you by riding too fast and shaking you around too much. Now the problem was to find the nymphs. They would undoubtedly be hidden in the very centre of the forest, as far away from people as possible. It was possible they would have to spend the night in there.

So they set on, first two by two, but quickly the formation had to be changed because the path through the woods became slimmer, the deeper they went into the forest. Thus, two of the guards led the group, then came Seokjin, you behind him, then Taehyung, and then the two other guards. They rode in a tension filled silence. The only noise came from the wheels grinding over the path, hardened by many feet, and the breathing and the footsteps of the horses.

After what seemed like hours it finally became too dark to continue, and the guard that was first in line stopped. He jumped of his horse and addressed Seokjin. “Sir, there’s no point in continuing. It’s better to stop here for the night, who knows what could ambush us in these woods”. Seokjin had to admit he was right. He would’ve given anything to just be able to keep going through the night and get you the help you needed as quick as possible, but it was too dangerous. It would be another impulsive act of passion that put you in even more danger.

So they set up camp between the trees. They had two tents with them, one for the guards and one for Taehyung, Seokjin and you. The carriage didn’t fit in the tent and thus you had to be lifted out of it and into the tent. One of the guards offered to do it, but Seokjin protested. I’ll do it, you get started on the fire. He slid his arms under your body as gently as he could and lifted you up, and carried you to the tent with all the care in the world. Taehyung watched as he got up from feeding the horses. The tormented look with which Seokjin looked at you did not go unnoticed.

Later the entire party sat down around the fire to eat the food they had brought. Hopefully they reached the nymphs tomorrow because they had only brought enough for two meals, one now, and one on the way back. The four guards talked among themselves about heaven knows what, Seokjin wasn’t listening. He didn’t care. His apprentice sat next to him. After listening to the guards’ conversation for a while with only half an ear Taehyung turned his attention to his master. “You’re in love with her”. For only a split second Seokjin looked surprised, but then he realised that obviously Taehyung would have noticed. The boy had a talent for this kind of stuff.

Seokjin only sighed: “It’s a curse”. They stayed silent for a minute more before Seokjin got up, proclaiming that he would go to bed. The rest stayed around the fire for an hour more before following his example. Once the fire was dimmed, and the laughter and talk of the guards had disappeared, the noises came. The horribly strange noises the depth of the forest made at night. Seokjin had been here late at night before many times, but he never got used to them. There were things in this forest he could only pray he would never see.

The next morning they woke up with the sun, and within half an hour, they were on the go again. This time with Seokjin in front. After two hours the forest seemed to become denser. The trees stood closer to each other, and they got much less glimpses of the sky through the foliage than yesterday. It smelled different too. The air became thicker and thicker, at some point it even started to feel intoxicating, but Seokjin thought of quitting not even one second. The men were sweating form the cramped feeling the woods gave them and the forest seemed denser with every step now.

It had been hours since they’d seen the sky, and the path became almost too thin to see. Right when they thought they’d lose their minds from pressure in the air, a figure dropped down from the trees, right in front of the horses, who, strangely enough, didn’t seem to startle. This is how Seokjin knew what it was. The nymphs had a special connection to nature and everything in it. No animal would ever frighten at the sight of one. They had a calming presence, but this one seemed anything but comforting.

It was a male nymph Seokjin thought. Although the sources said that sort of thing was hard to tell with this species. The nymph recovered from his landing and rose to his full length. He was exceptionally tall, and his sharp, grey eyes seemed to pierce right through Seokjin’s. His black, straight hair hung next to his face, decorated with all sorts of trinkets, of which Seokjin couldn’t quite make out what they were. He had a sort of garment around his waist that seemed to be made out of big leaves, and his shins and lower arms where protected by dark tree bark.

The most eye catching thing about him where his shoulders. They were covered by small, deep green feathers. Further down his arms and body the layer became thinner and eventually left normal, bare skin of a deep olive tint. “You seek us”, the nymph said with a clear voice and a heavy accent that no one recognised. Seokjin hadn’t read much about the nymphs since there wasn’t much information on them, but he knew they could tell when humans lied, and that they were peace loving creatures who would do you no harm if you just cooperated.

“Yes we do”. He figured there was no point in questioning why the nymph knew this. “We need help. A spell has been put on the lady in this carriage. We don’t know what it is or how to save her and you are our last hope. I beg you to help her. She is a good woman”. The nymph looked deep into his eyes, and Seokjin felt as though his soul lay bare to this man. He knew the nymph was seeing if his intentions were pure. Without saying a word he rounded Seokjin’s horse and stopped next to you. He looked at you just as intensely and let a hand glide over your forehead and lips. “Follow”.

The nymph moved quickly through the trees. He didn’t walk the path like they did, but smoothly travelled from branch to branch. They followed him for what seemed like ages, left, right, left again, sometimes on the path, sometimes through the trees. The horses went after him without hesitating. After being hit in the face by many a branch the nymph stopped in front of two massive trees, standing about two meters apart. They were strangely identical in this wild forest. The nymph turned around and pointed at Seokjin: “Only the lady and you”. The nymphs knew no intentional malice, and Seokjin knew it was safe to trust him. He slid of his horse and walked back to you, and for the second time he lifted you from your resting place like you were the most fragile jewel in the world.

He followed his guide between the two trees, but once he stepped through them he felt like he had entered a different world. Nymphs were scattered everywhere, on the ground and in the trees, some even flying, going about their daily routine. Magical looking huts were build in a chaotic manner, crooked and lopsided, on the ground and in the trees. He had never seen such a collection of colours and shapes, each one more unfamiliar than the next.

However, he had no time to feast his eyes on this incredible spectacle because the nymph was speaking to him again. “Follow, touch nothing”. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t have since his arms were full of you, but he didn’t say anything of it and just followed. After a while they arrived at the biggest tree yet. When he looked up he could see the biggest hut of the village between its branches. He had been carrying you for a while, but he barely noticed it anymore, not that you were very heavy anyway. Years of trekking through the woods as a druid in training had given him quite the muscle.

“Minseo”, the nymph called to another male nymph sitting in something like a crow’s nest, constructed against the tree trunk. The nymph yelled something back in a strange language and when Seokjin’s guide answered he came down. This specimen was extraordinarily beautiful and elegant. He flew down with wings that looked like those of a dragon fly, and his torso seemed to be covered in a thin blue sheen. It made the sun reflect from his skin.

The two had a short conversation in their language and then Minseo turned to Seokjin. “We will bring you up”, he muttered in a low voice: “To see, what you call, queen”. He motioned for Seokjin to hand you over to him and he hesitated. The nymph who had guided him here spoke up: “I will fly you, trust us”. Seokjin realised there was no other way up so he complied. Minseo carefully took you into his arms and flew up the tree. Seokjin had been busy watching you be brought up that he hadn’t noticed his guide had also unfolded big, green feathered wings. Before Seokjin could say a word, he grabbed him under his arms and hauled him up as well.

Seokjin barely had time to look around, because within seconds he was set back on his feet, on a wooden deck around the colourful hut. Minseo had already walked through the big, round, open doorframe. Seokjin assumed there were no doors and windows because the heat here was almost tropical. The nymph in green turned to him and said: “In here is our leader. She is so, for she is the greatest healer. Go in, kneel down, explain and hope for her compassion”.

He did as he was told. Before he immediately knelt down he caught a good glimpse of the room. Minseo had laid you on an altar and had retreated to the shadowy corners of the hut. On a profusely decorated, wooden throne sat a woman clad in an almost golden robe. Her wings were those of a swallowtail butterfly, and seemed to take up half of the room. Both her body and wild, grey hair were ornamented with all sorts of wooden jewellery.

He knelt on his right knee, his left hand on the ground and head bowed, as was custom in the kingdom. He realised he had no idea how one was to bow for the leader of nymphs. The nymph that led him here had told him to explain and so he did. “I am Kim Seokjin, highest druid of the Northern Døne kingdom. I come to beg for your help. Our queen has been attacked by a foreign druid of warring state. I have tried everything but I cannot help her. She had no part in this war. She is an innocent victim”. He thought it useful to add this last part, since the nymphs were known to despise all violent conflict.

It was quiet for a while before the old woman on the throne spoke with reverberating voice: “Stand, druid. Let me see your eyes”. She mastered the language better than the other two nymphs he had spoken to. She did not speak with the unplaceable accent they had. Seokjin slowly stood up and looked the woman right in the eye. This was the moment were she would judge him worthy or unworthy of help. Now the fear got to him. Over the past weeks he had lusted after a married woman, lied, cheated and acted impulsively. He would not be deemed pure.

The woman’s milk white eyes pierced his and he could almost feel her rummage around in his soul. Her dark skin became even more wrinkled than it already was when she furrowed her eyebrows. Seokjin felt tears pricking behind his eyes. It was as if she was bringing up months of sadness and worry in him, but then she stood. She was surprisingly tall. The woman walked down the steps and to the altar. She closed her eyes and put her hands on your heart and forehead.

“Magically induced sleep made to slowly take life force from her until she crumples up to nothing. Can only ever be undone by the person who cast the spell in the first place”. Seokjin’s courage sank to his shoes. They would never find and capture the druid in time. The king would never be willing to spare the amount of men needed for something like that for something as trivial as his wife’s life.

“But, the human druids can not circumvent our power. There is one thing might be able to do. A spell to slowly reverse the effects. If it works this could take days, or weeks, but I cannot guarantee effect. This is a strong spell, the druid who performed it must be one of the most skilled humanity has ever seen. I ask you to step outside. The spell I will use is not information that should fall in human hands”.

“I am most sincerely grateful”, Seokjin managed to sputter out before turning around, and staggering out of the hut. When he stepped back into the daylight, out of the dimly lit hut, he was glad there was no one on the deck. The dam behind his eyes had broken and he began to cry. He let himself fall to his knees and cried tears of relief, tears of fear, and exhaustion, tears for you and for himself, tears of the pain of the thought that even if this worked he would have to leave you. They were tears of desire for you.

Two hours later he was back outside the nymph village with you in his arms. It had taken about an hour and a half to perform the spell. After that two nymphs had carried you both down again and led you to the two trees, the entrance. Taehyung and the guards were curious of course, but Seokjin was not ready to speak. He laid your body on the carriage again, and they began their route back to the castle. Only that night at the fire Seokjin told them everything that happened. Although he strategically left out the part about his own tears.

When they arrived back at the castle the guards had the biggest trouble keeping the princess inside. For their own safety neither the princess nor the future queen were allowed outside, but the princess had never cared much for such rules. She had to know how you were doing. Seokjin had told her the disappointing news, that your recovery was not certain at all. The princess, however, seemed convinced you would make it. The future queen did not show her face. She hadn’t for days, but she had her own issues to worry about, a husband at war while she was pregnant.

Seokjin was sitting at your bedside again. It felt like lately that was all he did. It had almost been a month since the visit to the forest nymphs. The king hadn’t returned and no messenger with the information of Seokjin’s exile had come either. So Seokjin had remained here, pretending nothing was wrong. You weren’t burning up with fever anymore, and Taehyung thought this a good sign, but Seokjin dared not get his hopes up until you were fully awake. As he stared out the window at a squirrel hopping around the branches of a nearby tree, there was a knock at the door. A maid entered after Seokjin commanded her to come in.

“Captain Jung is calling for the council of advisors. He requests your presence”. Seokjin looked up with furrowed brows, and stood up out of his chair. Most of the advisors were with the king on the battle field, and the few that remained here, him included, had lower-level functions. They were not authorized to make decisions without the king present. He scurried down the long hallways to the great council hall.

Once there he pushed open the big double doors and noticed that everyone else was already there. He took a seat next to the head of the cities bank and looked at Hoseok who stood at the head of the table. He had to remain standing because he was not a member of the council and thus not permitted to take a seat. Hoseok looked at the council with a grave look in his eyes. He held his hands behind his back as a took a deep breath. Everyone listened. “The king is dead”.

If this statement incited any sort of reaction Seokjin wouldn’t know. He wasn’t paying attention any longer. The king was dead. This was the end of his exile before he had even gone into it. Yoongi, the next in line for the throne, had always been friends with Seokjin. He would never send him away. He could stay here and watch over you. You would be free as well, if you woke up. That thought pulled him back to earth. The euphoric feeling that had taken over him disappeared like snow under the sun. It didn’t matter if he was free, as long as you weren’t there with him.

The council spoke for a long time about the funeral arrangements, the ceremony of Yoongi’s succession and how these were to be paired with the war. Seokjin didn’t listen to any of it. Since his return from the forest a month ago he didn’t care about anything. He had become completely apathic and empty. All he did was sit by your side, thinking of the hours you had spend together when he was supposed to be examining you, helping you conceive.

That moment the doors burst open. The princess stood in the door opening, not caring about how improper it was to interrupt a council meeting. Seokjin wondered if she knew about her father’s death yet. Not like she would be very bereaved anyway. She took a moment to catch her breath and said “She’s awake”.

You were sitting in your bed. It had been an hour since you woke up and you had finally managed to send away the maids who wanted to make sure everything was in order with you. You appreciated their concern, but you needed a moment alone. The last thing you remember was stepping out of your carriage and the sudden panic on everyone’s faces, after that nothing. You had no idea what had happened but according to the maids you had been out for a month.

He hadn’t come yet. He was the main druid of the royal family and he hadn’t come yet. At first you considered he was busy, but the more time passed the angrier you got. Why wasn’t he here yet. Did he not care anymore? Was he scared? Had he decided this love between you was over?

Seokjin stood in front of your door, terrified. Everything he wanted was on the other side of that door and yet he could not enter. What if you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore after he’d defiled your marriage? It’s what a good wife would feel. What if this month unconscious made your feelings for him disappear? There was only one way to find out.

A door opened, a black haired druid and what was now a queen dowager, although she did not know this yet, stared frozen in the eyes they loved so much. Fear melts away and anger evaporates. A moment of nothing then both pairs of eyes fill with tears. She sits up straighter. He takes a step forward, and then another, and then a couple more. He kneels, she bends down. Two pairs of lips connect, two souls fuse to one.

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power to the king update

okay so very bad news. I was like 3/4ths done with the final chapter of Seokjin's story when somehow I lost it all. lolsies. I don't know what machine rage against the machine was talking about but it was probably a windows laptop because I am this | | close to throwing mine into the river.

What this means is that it will take a while longer for me to put out the chapter but don't worry because I will bravely continue my eternal power struggle with microsoft word. however, even if I tried to give it up it would probably still find a way to best me. At this point I'm sure I don't even have to open my laptop for the horrors of this wretched program to find me.

bear with my people. I'm still fighting for you.

below I've included an image of me going through the absolute worst to write a fanfiction on tumblr.com for a grand total of 5 people.

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power to the king | KSJ pt. 4

Wc: 2,4K

content warnings: stalkerish behaviour, but nothing really.

Here she is finally. I feel like a take longer and longer each time in between chapters. Life is busy, enjoy!

You wake up the next morning, and it takes a while for everything to come back to you. You notice the bed is empty besides you, and it wasn’t last night when you fell asleep. You hadn’t noticed him slipping away. As you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, the realisation washed over you. You had defiled your marriage, not that you were so devoted to your husband, but the repercussions if anyone found out would be devastating.

Seokjin would surely be killed, and you’d be locked in this castle forever. The idea of Seokjin’s death being your fault was too much for you. It was as if the air became solid, an imaginary hand clasping your nose and mouth, preventing you to breathe. By Odin, you had to clear your head. Since it was early in the morning, your maid wasn’t here yet to dress you, you had time to sneak out. It was barely light outside and you’re sure you couldn’t have had more then five hours of sleep.

Finally outside, you’re bit by the cold morning air, and it makes you calm down at last. You take your first full breath of air. It’s in moments like these that you realise how much you need Seokjin. You start walking while thinking of last night. The thoughts start with shame, but the memories of your adventures quickly start to make you blush. The longer you walk and think, the more you come to see that a part of you doesn’t regret it. In all your musings you don’t realize that you’ve walked out the castle walls, alone, while half the city is still asleep. Your peasant disguise works, because the guards let you walk out without questions, while they let the vegetable farmer in.

You start thinking about Seokjin, and how he’d left for war. Eventually you’re thinking about his hands, his arms, his smile and laugh. You remember all the times he made you laugh, and how he was your only comfort when you just got here. Against all your wishes, you realise that you’re not just attracted to him, you love him.

You suddenly get awoken from you thoughts when you look up and see a man in dark clothing, on the other side of the road, sharply turning his head away when you look at him. You frown, maybe he’d recognised you. You were the queen after all. Then you see that besides one person, you’re the only two people in this dark ally. The man was probably innocent, but you decide to turn back to the castle anyway. He gives you a bad feeling. When you start walking the other way, you notice the man turns back after a while too. You hear his footsteps behind you and fear grabs you by the throat. You quicken your pace and after a couple seconds you hear the man do the same, but you don’t dare to look back and check.

You make it out of the ally, and turn the corner, when you do, you start running. You manage to turn another corner before the man turns the first. Now you’re in a bigger, busier street, but you don’t stop running. Many people look at you strangely, and one merchant even yells after you for almost crashing into his ware.

The air is burning in your lungs. Queens hardly ever ran, and you had gotten out of shape. Why in the world had you walked out alone when it was still half night? Finally you reach the gates of the castle. You slow down and try to walk as casually as you can, over the bridge to the gate.

Once in the castle you start looking for Hoseok. He’d been left behind in charge of the guard. You realise that at this time of day, with no special events happening, you weren’t going to find him in the royal quarters. The guards only came out of their quarters when it was their turn to take post or if there was someone to be accompanied outside of the castle. Hoseok would likely be with his men, in his office, down in the guard’s quarters. You had never been down there since it wasn’t regular practice for the queen, or any member of the royal family to do so. Normally you would’ve sent a maid or servant to fetch Hoseok, but you were too frazzled and anxious from your experience outside of the castle walls just now, to think clearly.

You walk down the long stone hallways without thinking much. By this time your maid would be looking for you, not having found you in your bed. You had no idea how much time had actually passed since you left for your walk, so it might even already be time for your ladies-in-waiting to be looking for you. You get to the darkest and most ill-lit corridors of the castle, now you’re close to the stairs that lead down to the guard’s and servant’s quarters, the place in the castle you’ve never been. The dark, spiral staircase is lit by torches and so narrow that you wonder how no one has burned their hair on one of them. The steps, made of stone, have been trampled by servant feet for so many years that they’ve become so polished they’re dangerously slippery. For years servants and guards have clomped up and down these stairs. Even though you’ve never been here, it must be the most used stairwell in the castle.

The royal guard is higher in rank than the servants and thus their floor comes first. It is made up of temporary sleep places and private rooms for high-ranking officers. Most of the guards don’t sleep at the castle when they’re not working, unlike the servants, so their quarters are much smaller than those of their more low-ranking counterparts one floor down. The walls are decorated here and there with tapestries depicting the king’s coat of arms. The golden lion on the red shield meets you everywhere you look. There are not many guards around, and thus little people for you to ask where to find Hoseok. It’s only now you realise that it would have been much more proper to send down a servant, than to come down here yourself, and despite the lack of people present you feel very self-conscious of your own presence.

Luckily it’s not hard to find Hoseok since he’s the highest-ranking officer present, with his counterpart Namjoon absent. You assume the office of the head guards is behind the most ornately decorated door. You knock on the door and hear Hoseok’s voice telling you to come in, confirming you guessed right. You step into the room and close the big wooden door behind you. Hoseok is noticeably surprised to see the queen standing in his office, and then even dressed in peasant clothes. The surprise is only visible on his face for a split second, and he doesn’t ask questions. Of course not, you’re his queen, and as guard he has no place questioning what the royal family does.

He's sitting behind a small writing table lit by a candle. Right before he stands up to greet you, he puts down the quill he was writing with. “Your majesty”, he nods shortly before bowing. When he’s back upright you say with pressing tone: “I have to speak to you”. Since there’s no second seat Hoseok can offer you it would be improper for him to sit down, so he listens to your story standing up. You tell him about the man you thought had been following you and detail exactly how the situation went down. You don’t mention why you had been outside on your own, but again, Hoseok doesn’t probe.

Once you’ve finished your story Hoseok looks at you with a concerned expression. “This is not something to be taken lightly”, he frowns and puts his hands behind his back, “Do you think he followed you all the way to the castle? Did you see him try to get in?” You think for a second. You had been blinded by panic and were so relieved when you reached the castle gate that you had forgotten to check if the man was still on your heels. So, you tell him exactly that, “I don’t know exactly, but if he knows who I am he might try”. Hoseok’s sharp expression looks at nothing for a second before he comes into action. He brusquely makes his way toward the door. “I will have a guard escort you to your rooms and my men will search the castle grounds and the proximity around them”, with that he is out the door. You hear him call someone’s name and a young guard enters the room to escort you.

Back in your chambers you’re waiting in agony for some sort of news on the situation. You dabble between constantly wanting to look out the window, to make sure the man’s not there staring at you, and refusing to do so out of fear of turning your head and seeing him there. At one point you saw some guards trotting by your window, searching the area. At least this meant they were actually doing their job. It made you feel slightly more at ease, knowing that they were out there, vigilant. After what seemed like hours, someone finally knocks on your door. “Come in”, you command. Hoseok walks in stately, and takes position at ease. “We haven’t found anything, your majesty. I suspect he didn’t follow you onto castle grounds”. After he sees your worried expression he elaborates, “This means he’s still out there, but since he hasn’t committed any crime, there’s no use in going to look for him outside of our grounds. All we can do is be especially watchful every time you leave the castle”. You thank him and he takes his leave.

It's meagre consolation, even if they hadn’t found him that didn’t mean he wasn’t just really good at hiding. In theory it’s a good thing he wasn’t on castle grounds, but you’d rather he’d gotten caught. At least then you’d know for sure where he was. You normally had a habit of sleeping with the curtains open, you liked being woken up by the sunlight on your face. When the time of year was right, it woke you up with a warm glow, but tonight the curtains were closed. You couldn’t shake the fear of the man hiding out in a bush somewhere, lurking at your sleeping form.

Over the course of the next week, you slowly started to forget about the incident, at least as much as you could. Life went on normally, and nothing suspicious happened. No strange men were seen, and you made a promise to yourself to not leave the castle on your own again for at least a while. This caused you to spend more time than ever with your ladies-in-waiting. You found a new appreciation for them, when you were surrounded by women who told entertaining gossip, the stress kind of melted away.

Towards the end of the week, the moment came where you had to show your face in public. A duke your husband had very close business relations with was getting married, and if a friend of the royal family got married, members of the royal family were bound to be there. This time however, fate had other plans.

The morning of the event you get ready with a slightly nervous feeling in your stomach. There had been no strange instances since the one a week ago, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling that it had been more than just a man following a woman. Something felt off. He had given you such an ominous feeling. He was bad news and you knew it.

Your maid helps you put on a beautiful dress, and your hair is draped in loose curls over your shoulders, covered by the traditional shawl women wore here. One of the advantages of being queen were the luxurious garments you got to wear. You had grown up as a child of nobility, but even your finest dresses then couldn’t compare to the things the royal women donned. Hoseok personally escorted you to your carriage. You would take a carriage alone, the one meant for the king and queen. You had thought it useless. Since none of the male family members were present you, the princess, and the crown prince’s wife could’ve easily fit in one carriage. Obviously tradition wasn’t broken so easily. The princesses were of lower rank, and would ride in a second carriage, as was customary.

After riding for a while, through the streets of this gorgeous capital city, the carriage came to a halt. The entourage had stopped only a couple meters from the cathedral. This, to ensure the safety of the royal family. They’d only have to walk a couple meters to reach the safety of the cathedral, but only a couple meters was all they needed. The door is opened for you by a servant, and you gracefully exit the vehicle, the way you’ve been taught. You’ve barely set a foot on the ground when about a hundred things happen simultaneously. All you have time to notice, are a bunch of lights flashing green, and a whole lot of ruckus, before you see only black for a second, and then you stop noticing things all together.

Later the story of what happened would take on all sorts of racy forms, due to the high number of people who saw it happening, and were able to start spreading the word. Pretty soon people had taken great artistic liberty in their retellings. Eventually very little people knew what actually happened. The second you had shown your face, an unknown force had halted every movement of the guards. No matter how much they strained, their limbs would not cooperate. All Hoseok and his men could do was watch how they failed to protect you. A man dressed in heaps of colourful robes appeared, not trying in the slightest to stay unnoticed. He raised his hands, with the amount of bracelets and other jewellery he wore, this made quite a noise. For a split second he grinned at Hoseok, before rasping out a spell in a language no one understood. A green light lit up the entire street. When it dimmed, you were on the ground, eyes closed, as if sleeping, and the man had disappeared.  

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power to the king update

Examens are over! i survived (kind of) so now i can start writing again. The new chapter will come soon.

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Power to the king | Kim Seokjin Ch.3

Wc: 3,3K

warnings: implied smut, i don't remember cuz I wrote this chapter over such a long period of time lol

note: Bet you thought I forgot about you, but here she is in all her glory, Chapter 3

A decision had been made. The king and his sons would go to the border region that had been attacked. The point was to fend off this small army and return as soon as possible. This kingdom was known for its tactic of giving a small taste of their power before the real attack. Most likely this would be a short battle, meant to scare the people and make them doubt the power of their own king.

The plan was to leave within two days. Over the course of those 48 hours the king grew more and more erratic. He would yell at servants more than usual and mumble to himself about strategies that made no sense. The more time you spent with him, the more you were convinced of his mental deteriorating. This man was not fit to rationally fight a war. Everyone knew it, and everyone feared what he was capable of. The evening before they left you noticed that the friendly guard Namjoon was incredibly on edge. Staring off in the distance and getting irritated at the littlest mistake of his inferiors. This was not his usual doing.

That evening you were wandering through the halls of the castle, having once again shaken off your court ladies. In contrast to most members of the royal family, you were looking forward to the moment they left for battle. Just like the servants you couldn’t wait for at least a week of the king’s absence. The crown prince’s wife and the princess were in a much worse mood, both afraid for the safety of their brothers or husband. The princess hadn’t made a single one of her usual jokes at dinner and seemed to be in an extraordinary, horrible mood.

As you were walking through the hallways, looking out the small windows, you heard something that sounded like crying. A bit further on your path, you noticed a door that was slightly ajar. Looking in you saw the crown prince holding his wife’s hands. She had her back turned to you and was attempting to say something through her tears: “I cannot raise this child in this place without you”. It was confronting to see the queen to be cry. She was always so calm and collected, a gracious presence in this dark palace. The prince slightly bent his knees to get on eye level with his wife. “My darling, I promise you I will come back alive. Nothing could keep me from you. They could put me in my grave, and I’d claw my way right back out there”. You felt tears well up in your own eyes, partly because of your compassion for the young lovers, but also because it pained you to see them so in love. You had married a man who would never in a million years say something like this to you. You longed so badly for a love like this.

That night you got a visit from Seokjin, even though the king hadn’t laid with you since the news of the border breach came. You told him that and Seokjin looked at you with a boyish grin. “I just like visiting you, my lady. I also had to thank you again for pulling me out of the water”. You smiled back at him: “Talk like that could get you in trouble my friend”. Seokjin sat down in a chair, making no move to examine you in any way. “If the king bans me from my job, he wouldn’t have someone to take care of the warts on his feet, Taehyung has a weak stomach”, he said with that same mischievous grin. “Did you catch a foul-mouthed parasite in that river water? I don’t think this is the proper way for a druid to speak of his king”. Seokjin looked at you probingly for a second before saying, in a lower tone of voice: “don’t tell me you like the man”.

You sat quietly at the end of your bed for a while. He startled you with this question. A conversation this casual between a queen and her druid was highly inappropriate. Suddenly you started doubting if you could really trust him. You had been joking around with him and even told him personal things about yourself, but did you even know him. He had rarely opened up about himself. “He is my husband, of course I do”. At these words Seokjin’s eyes darkened. He stood up and walked towards you. Now standing next to you he whispered: “Don’t lie to me, your majesty”. You felt the energy sparking of his body. It gave you a feeling the king would never be able to make you feel.

Now you got scared. You did in fact not like the king, but you were raised well and had promised yourself and your mother that you would be a good wife. You wouldn’t stoop to the level of most high standing men; you would be loyal. The things you were starting to feel for Seokjin were dangerous. “You should go”, you said abruptly, while getting up. Seokjin took a startled step back. He slightly raised his eyebrows, the way you had seen him do every time he was surprised, and said: “Have I offended you, your majesty”. You shook your head. “It is inappropriate for us to speak casually like this”, you said with certainty in your voice. “Please leave”, you said, avoiding eye contact. Seokjin nodded and quietly left the room.

The king and his entourage left. The queen to be was somber and quiet and the princess had cried once her brothers disappeared from her sight. You, however, felt like a great burden had been taken off your shoulders. The king was gone. For at least the next two weeks you’d be left alone at night. This however also meant there was no need for you to see Seokjin, and even though your unpleasant interaction last night, this still made you feel a twinge of sadness. You and Seokjin had grown rather close over the past few weeks. When he was in the room you felt safe. Every time he was there you got a little of your old self back, but now you thought it would be better to leave him alone for a while. The attraction you felt towards him was dangerous. That paired with the fact that if you met him now, you’d be in the castle without the supervision of your husband made you want to avoid the charming druid.

Seokjin sat slumped over in his chair. He had a long-forgotten book in his hand, and just stared into the crackling fire. Taehyung was out Odin knows where. He had recently developed this habit of just disappearing for hours at a time, never offering an explanation for his absence. Seokjin had to admit that he did the same thing. It was just in every druid’s genes to be a little mysterious. You didn’t choose this job without being a little crazy. Taehyung’s whereabouts hadn’t occupied his thought for long, however.

Now he was thinking about the queen. Since a few days that was all he thought about. He couldn’t seem to stay away from her. She was so kind and whimsical in the loveliest way. He couldn’t get enough. These were dangerous feelings to have. If the king caught him making one wrong move, not only his, but your safety too would be in jeopardy. He wouldn’t be the first to be executed because of the king’s suspicions. If he said it was off with your head, it was off with your head, no trial needed. So, know Seokjin was debating between the torture of not getting you, or the torture of losing his head.

Suddenly his apprentice walked in the door. He looked out of his regular doing. A frown disfiguring his otherwise, so happy face. Seokjin, who had now lost his train of thought, asked: “What’s wrong?” “I don’t know how to communicate with her”, was all Taehyung said before leaving again through the back door. “Where are you going?” Seokjin weakly asked the door Taehyung had just left through.

After a week of not catching a glimpse of Seokjin you got sick. Now you would have to call the druid, and even though you had hoped to avoid him, the idea of seeing Seokjin again secretly made you quite excited. You needed a friend to talk to. Sure, the princess and your court ladies were nice, but with them you couldn’t have the same good conversation you could with Seokjin. Since Yoongi had left his wife had barely shown herself and took most of her meals alone in her chambers. You felt so compassionate for her. Three months pregnant and your husband out at war, it couldn’t be easy.

Once one of your court ladies had noticed you had a cough, she immediately sent for the druid. That night after dinner, you were lying in bed when there was a knock at the door. “Come in”, you said, as you felt a wave of excitement wash through your body. The door opened and in your room stood Taehyung. “Good evening, your majesty”, he said politely: “I heard you from the messenger that you were dealing with a cough”. You looked at him, trying to hide your confusion. “Uhm, yes, since this morning”. You quietly let Taehyung do is work, but after a while you asked: “Where is Seokjin?” Taehyung seemed a little uncomfortable, and quickly said something along the lines of: “Seokjin is busy”. 

When Taehyung arrived back at the druid’s cottage after his visit to the queen, someone was already at their door, someone dressed in the attire of a royal messenger. The man looked like he was just about to knock on the door when Taehyung approached. “Good evening, sir”, Taehyung said politely, trying not to scare the man. His attempt failed because the man slightly jumped before turning around. He was young and looked like he had seen better days. His thin hair stuck out in all directions from under his hat. “Uhm, good evening, sir. I come baring a message for the king’s druid, Kim Seokjin”. Taehyung got an ominous feeling from the messenger. He doubted he came all this way with good news. He walked towards the door and while opening it said: “Well, come in”.

Seokjin was stirring in a cauldron above the crackling fire at the wall opposite of the door. “Ah”, he said: “Just in time for dinner”. He straightened his back and turned his head to look at the door. “Oh, you’ve brought mail” he said brightly, though Taehyung noticed his eyes turned serious. “A message from the king, sir”. Seokjin frowned and motioned for the messenger to continue. The man rummaged in his bag for a little while before pulling out a scroll of parchment. He unrolled it and began reading. “The king has been wounded and orders you to come to him. You are to leave at dawn. The king advises you use this night to get your affairs in order”. It was quiet for a second before Taehyung thanked the messenger, and the man left to the servants’ quarters at the castle.

Taehyung looked that his master quizzically. “How has the king gotten wounded. Kings don’t participate in battle, certainly not a small one like this”. Seokjin turned back to the fire and stirred again before answering: “Well he’s been losing his mind lately. We all know that. Him doing something reckless was bound to happen”. Taehyung got two bowls and two spoons from one of the shelves. He put them on the table and sat down with a frown on his face. Seokjin put the cauldron at the table while looking at him. “You have more questions”, he stated. As Seokjin sat down, Taehyung asked: “Why can’t he just be treated by a healer they took with them, and what does he mean by ‘get your affairs in order’?” Seokjin filled both of their bowls with soup before answering. “For a long time, the king has refused to be treated by anyone but me. He wants to keep up the illusion that he is physically completely healthy. The more people know that he isn’t the more danger that illusion is in”. He took a bite and waited a bit before answering his apprentice’s second question. “By ‘getting my affairs in order’ he means things like a will. War is dangerous Taehyung. Normally druids are left alone, but I can imagine that the king has been playing dirty. Which in turn would cause the other side to play dirty too”.

Seokjin needed very little time to draw up a will. Everything would go to Taehyung. Even if didn’t have a will his possessions would go to his apprentice. Seokjin had no other family, neither did Taehyung, maybe that was why he had chosen Taehyung as his apprentice. However, he did have affairs to bring in order, you. The thought that your most recent meeting would be the very last if he died was unbearable, but if he didn’t die after doing what he was planning to do, his life would be over. Based on the king’s deteriorating mental health, yours would be in danger too. Right now, he was trying to decide whether or not to gamble his life, and possibly yours just to get one night of satisfaction in case he died. He just couldn’t leave knowing that his life might be over before he got to see you again; Before he got to see you in the way he wanted. Seokjin had always been of the opinion that sometimes you had to take a chance on something, that many good things in life only come after taking risks. He was also of the opinion that he would never be whole without you.

It was late at night, and you were in your night gown reading in bed. The fire was crackling in the hearth, and everything was calm. Still, you couldn’t keep your mind of a certain someone. When you decided to start avoiding him, because his presence was too tempting, you hadn’t taken into account how horrible it would be to be without him; to spend your days in this cold castle without his warm laughter and comforting words.

In all the weeks of you being queen you had never gotten a visitor after the clock struck 9 at night, but today there was a knock at your day far past that hour. The moon was high in the sky, but you said: “Come in”. The door opened with a creaking sound, and there he was, the face you had been simultaneously dreading and hoping to see the most. After not seeing him for almost two weeks, you were once again struck by his beauty. 

“I have to talk to you”, he says after closing the door behind him. When he comes e in you pull the covers up to your neck: “I am in my nightgown”, you say startled. Seokjin steps closer to your bed, letting go of the doorknob. “it’s no matter”, he says decidedly. You sit up straighter: “Well it matters to me!”, you exclaim a little offended. A curl of loose hair falls into your eyes. You brush it out of your face, a reminder of how indecent you are in this moment. You look at him, still a little uncomfortable: “Can this not wait to be discussed in the morning?” Seokjin steps closer again: “I leave for the battlefield tomorrow”, he says with fiery determination in his voice. Leaving for the battlefield? Why would he have to leave? Your thoughts go a million miles an hour. The idea of the man you’re madly in love with, even though you’d hate to admit it, joining the king in the middle of a war is all but attractive to you. What if he doesn’t come back? How will you make your days here bearable then?

“Why have you been called to the battlefield?”, you ask with a tinge of anger in your voice. Seokjin breathes in sharply and says: “That is not important right now. We need to discuss something entirely different”. He says it rushed as he sits down on the bed and takes your hand in his, big and warm one. You’re painfully aware of how disproportionately inappropriate this is, but you cannot bring yourself to tear away from the person you’ve wanted for so long. He brings his face even closer to yours. “Y/N, do you love the king?” He seems almost out of breath. His use of your first name, without even a mention of your title, brings you back to reality. The fear hits you like a rock. You untangle your hand from his and hastily stand up from the bed, no longer caring about the thinness of your night gown’s fabric. In all the confusion you don’t miss how Seokjin’s eyes glide down your body for fraction of a second.

You answer his question: “The king is my husband, and I will remain loyal to him”. Seokjin scoffs, now getting up himself, but staying on the other side of the bed. “You are not answering my question”, he states with a hint of annoyance. The thought of the consequences of these feelings you have for the druid scares you even more. He has to leave because you don’t know how much longer you can deny him. You didn’t mean for it to happen, but your voice cracks as you raise it to retort: “it is none of your business”. The fear makes you angry, it always does. Seokjin raises his voice too: What in Valhalla’s name has the king done to deserve such devotion? Has he treated you anything but neglectful since you entered this castle? Why do you keep avoiding me for this man who acts as if you’re an animal?” His words sting. It’s the truth and it hurts.

You feel the sting behind your eyes, but the tears don’t come. You are far too distressed to cry. “You are not to speak to me this way! You are a mere servant of the crown, and I am your queen!” It sounded far more arrogant than you’d expected. Seokjin is hurt, you can see it. “Is that how it is now, me a poor peasant and you risen far above me? You are not speaking like yourself”. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Seokjin quickly rounds the bed and stands close to you again. Unless you were willing to crawl over the bed, you are now trapped. His presence takes over all your senses, and you allow him to take your hand again. In doing so his knuckles brush your thigh through the thin fabric of your nightdress.

“Tell me to go and I will”, he almost whispers. “Tell me you don’t feel the same desire and I will leave. One word from you is enough to make me do anything in the world”. He presses your hand to his chest. You feel his heart beating at the speed of lightning. “But I don’t believe you want me to go. Let me and I will show you what real devotion is. I have to because there’s no telling if I’ll come back”. He puts his other hand on your cheek as he says these last words.

It’s too much. You can’t take it anymore. He’s so impossible close and everything you want, so you give in. With a sigh you press your lips onto his, leaving your doubts next to the bed as the both of you endeavour on this nightly adventure together. You pour all of yourself into his body and you can feel his fear for what’s to come on the battlefield in the way he desperately takes hold of you. You indulge in each other until your hearts race in sync.

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part 3 of Seokjin is cooking slowly

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Power to the king | Kim Seokjin Ch. 2

wc: 1,5k

warnings: Unwanted intimacy (It's not graphic don't worry), Seokjin in white flowy shirt.

Here she is, finally, chapter two of Seokjin's story. I had a very busy summer, but now I'm back to writing. updates will follow quicker from now on.

You don’t get to relish the tingle that Seokjin had left in you for long. That had to do with the reason why he had visited you. You had to get pregnant and the man who had to make it happen was on his way to your chambers. Sitting on the edge of your bed you look outside. There’s an owl on a branch, yellow eyes piercing the night sky. The owl turns his head to you behind your glass window, your cage; for a second it looks at you and then flies away. An unimaginable freedom you wish you had. You close your eyes and picture yourself lifting off this bed and floating through the window. You’d fly back into your mother’s arms.

He hadn’t knocked, he just barged in, which you guessed he was allowed to do since it was his castle you were living in and the chambers of his deceased wife that you resided in. He had wasted no time. He barely talked to you and what he did say you couldn’t understand. He said everything in a deranged mumble. It wasn’t as horrible as you’d expected, mostly because it didn’t take more than two minutes before he was out of your chambers again. Your mother had prepared you enough for wat was going to happen and you managed to just shut off for two minutes. He hadn’t even undressed you, and you made it a point to quickly thank Odin for that.

You changed out of your wedding dress and into a sleeping gown, after you laid with your legs up for a while, like Seokjin had told you to do. You figured it would be smartest to follow his instructions and get pregnant as quickly as possible so the king would leave you alone. Unless you had a girl, you had no idea what the king would do then. When you went to bed, the last thing you felt before falling asleep was the slight feeling that you were a caged animal, and the soft ache to escape out the window and run wild in the woods.

The next morning you sat at breakfast with the entire royal family. This was the first time you saw them all together from up close. Not much was said, but you noticed that the crown prince and his wife were in remarkably good moods. Although you were getting the feeling that good moods were rarely expressed with more than a slight smile in the presence of the king. The king to be suddenly spoke up: “Family, we have news”, he said while putting a hand on his wife’s stomach. “I’m pregnant”, she smiled. The king barely reacted, but the princess squealed and the noise the youngest prince made could also barely be described as manly. Jungkook quickly cleared his throat and said, with a voice deeper than usual: “Congratulations”.

You left the breakfast table with a sprinkle of hope nestled inside of you. If the queen to be had a son, he might be able to marry the princess of the neighbouring kingdom and then you would be left alone.

The first few weeks of your marriage pass by quickly. Every night the king comes to your chambers, does his business, and leaves. You will never say you find it pleasurable, it even hurts slightly, but at least he leaves you alone after. It’s by no means a nice experience, but it takes 5 minutes and for the rest of your time you get to do what you want. Because you are the queen you have a number of court ladies. Most days you spent with them. They were the daughters of the court ladies of the late queen and thus, not really your friends, but they were agreeable, and you were beginning to grow closer to them. They had a lot of gossip and were entertaining to converse with, although they offered little understanding of your situation, nor real friendship.

Sometimes, however, you liked to shake them for a couple hours. These moments you went on walks alone by escaping the castle while they were still getting ready. You had not had any official engagements and on your wedding day you had been veiled when in the eye of the public. This meant that you could still walk around the city without being recognized as the queen by anyone. You figured you would use this privilege for as long as you could, because soon you would be revealed to the public. You knew this was dangerous, but since your wedding you had been having a hard time caring about your own safety. If you were kidnapped, you wouldn’t have to feel the king’s sweaty skin on yours every night.

That day you opted for a walk next to the river that ran through the city. Your entire walk was calm with little disruption. Until you recognized a man a little ahead of you. He was leaning forward dangerously far, reaching for something in the water, and you knew within a second who he was. Over the past few weeks, you and Seokjin had gotten quite close, because he visited you 4 times a week. You called out to the druid, but he did not seem to hear you. This might have been because he was busy falling into the river. You yelped as he took his tumble and went completely underwater for a second. “Are you okay?”, you ask as you quickly jog towards him. “Oh yes, I prefer spending my mornings drenched. Don’t worry”, he sputtered as got the water out of his eyes while trying to grab on to the grass on the riverbank. It was way too weak to allow him to pull himself up on it, so you took hold of a thick branch laying close. You stuck it out to him and only when he grabbed onto it and got halfway out of the river, did he notice who you were. “Your Majesty, what are you doing here all alone?” He was now panting, standing on the riverbank completely drenched. While he started rambling about how it was unsafe for you to be out here alone, you merely looked at how his thin white shirt clung to his toned body. What could a druid possibly need to do that caused him to get so muscular?

“Your majesty, allow me to walk with you back to the castle. You really shouldn’t be out here alone”. The druid noticed your disappointed reaction. “What’s the matter?”, he asked. “It’s just that I like taking these walks outside the castle. No one recognizes me yet, pretty soon I won’t be able to do this. It’s just so refreshing to be out of that place for a bit, before I’m locked up there forever”. Seokjin quietly considers this for a moment as he wrings out his shirt. “we’ll take the scenic route”, he decides with a wink towards you.

You’re walking through a calm street. There’s almost no one around. “So, what were you reaching for before you fell?” you ask. “Oh, it was just some water plants. Normally I have a sharp sort of stick to reach for it, but that’s when I go out to find the plants on purpose. I just happened to run across them this morning and thought I might be able to get them without it. The powers of nature thought otherwise”.

A week later it is time for you to be presented to the public. You’re to make a tour around the city and end the day with a feast in the main square. It entailed a day full of shaking hands and smiling at the people. You had never been great at being incredibly polite. You’re sitting in a carriage with the king opposite of you. The rest of the royal family were to follow in their own, be it less extravagant, carriages. The end of summer is nearing so the sun is present, but weak. The king doesn’t say a word except for the occasional scoff at the behaviour of the people outside. These people don’t behave in a particular way that deserves being scoffed at; the king just doesn’t seem to have a lot of respect for anyone who’s not of noble blood.

At the feast that night your cheeks hurt from smiling. You’re sitting at the table and watching the people as they dance and eat. God how you miss being able to let go like that. What you wouldn’t give to be able to join in the festivities. Instead, you were to sit at the table and look on from the sidelines for the rest of your life. You were a royal now and that’s what they did.

All of a sudden, a messenger stumbles up to the king, completely out of breath. Nobody outside the royal family and their guards seem to notice the man. “Your majesty, I have a message”, the man pants: “Out with it!”, the king barks. “The Dolorians, they’ve crossed the borders”. He takes a second to catch his breath, and everyone within earshot holds their breath for what he’s about to say. The people on the square dance on, completely unaware that their lives are about to be drastically changed. “They’ve declared war, your majesty”.

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power to the king update

i'm still alive but very busy. Chapter 2 of seokjins story will be uploaded somewhere in the beginning of september

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Power to the king | Seokjin Ch. 1

here is the first, short introductory chapter of Seokjin's story in the power to the king universe. I fear that for the next chapter you will have to wait a while; I'm a camp counselor and almost all of July is taken up by that, so you might have to wait until begin August, i'm sorry.

wc: 1K

warnings: forced marriage, awkward people, one (1) swearword

It’s a hot summer day, but you’re trembling anyways. You’re sitting on your bed, and you’d do anything to never have to move from this position.  Getting up and stepping out that door would mean stepping into his life, into the life of the most feared man in the kingdom. A month ago, the king had decided to remarry. His wife had died two years ago, and he decided it was time. You had been at the wrong place at the wrong moment. Your father was one of the king’s advisors and he had taken you to an event at the castle. The king had let his eye fall on you and made his decision without a second thought. You had been sent a letter saying you were to marry in a month. That was that. The king was a man, and the most powerful one in the kingdom at that. You were a woman and would do as you were told. Your father had barely batted an eye, but your mother was devastated. You were too young to be taken away from her to a place where she could not protect you. At night, when you closed your eyes, you could still hear her cries after she had gotten the news.

At first you had been confused. Why did the king have to remarry? He had two healthy heirs; he didn’t need another child. However, once you arrived at the castle hours before your wedding, a friendly guard named Namjoon explained it to you. The king of the neighboring kingdom had just produced a daughter, and rumour went around that the queen would no longer be able to conceive. It had taken the royal couple years to have this one daughter. The king hoped to produce another son soon so he could marry him off to the neighboring queen to be. This way his son would inherit the crown.

Now you were sitting frozen in the room where they had helped you get into your wedding dress. The dress was beautiful. The atmosphere at this castle was horrible. Every servant seemed docile and scared at all times. The guard that led you to this room seemed to be filled with dread and compassion for you. The servants that helped you get dressed behaved the same way. They were overly nice and careful with you. When they left, one of them said she would pray for you with something that looked like tears in her eyes.

There was a knock at your door. “Come in”, you said. The door opened slowly, and a beautiful head appeared, careful not to make too much noise. She smiled at you and then entered the room gracefully. You knew who this was, everyone did. The queen to be, and the crown prince’s wife was known far beyond the borders of this kingdom for her grace and beauty. “Your highness”, you hastily stood up and took a clumsy bow. “Oh, leave that. In less than an hour you will be married to the king, making you higher in rank than me”. The young woman, who already exuded the aura of a queen, took your hand in hers. It was cold. “I wanted to come here to wish you luck, but more importantly to tell you that you will always have an ally within these walls”. All you could do was nod with a watery smile. If you had spoken surely your voice would have trembled.

You were married. It was your wedding day and you had never felt worse in your life. The whole ceremony had gone by in a haze. You barely remembered any of it, except for the exchange of family swords. The king had taken yours from your hands to roughly and it cut your hand. Something told you that this was an omen for the rest of this marriage. You also remembered the look in the king’s eyes. There was certain craze in his gaze. The man was bewildered. While you were walking down the aisle you saw the princess. She was a beacon of light in between the other wedding guests, who had all seemed exceptionally gloomy for a wedding. She seemed to be the only one who had not allowed the king to steal the light surrounding her. When you passed her, you could have sworn you received a wink from the princess. Such a gesture was extremely inappropriate, but the princess had a reputation of interpreting rules and laws more as guidelines.

Now you were sitting on your bed, alone and waiting. Dinner had passed and you had barely eaten anything. It was time for your wedding night, and because the sole purpose of this marriage was to produce an heir you were now waiting for the head druid. They told you you would be visited by him often. He had to ensure you got pregnant quickly, by closely monitoring your physical state.

This time, when the knock on your door came, you stood up to open it yourself. There stood maybe the most beautiful man you had ever seen. Both of you seemed to freeze for a moment. He looked into your eyes, astonished, but just for a moment. “Your highness”, he bowed: “I’m here for your check-up”. “Uhm yes, come in”, you stuttered while ushering him in. He seemed incredibly flustered while explaining what he was going to do, and you were only listening with half an ear. You were sweating for some reason, although the heat had long left the city. In this kingdom it never stayed warm for long.

First Seokjin asked you a couple questions about your general health. Then he nervously said he had to feel around your belly area to know how ready you were for a child. He looked bright red when he clarified: “You can stay fully clothed, don’t worry”. You smiled reassuringly although you were nervous too. He gestured for you to lay down and after you did, he got to work. His touch was incredibly soft yet firm. You could sense that he knew what he was doing. You could feel through the thin cloth of your wedding dress that his hands were warm and calloused from many years of fiddling with all sorts of herbs. The druid seemed to be void of words. Many times, it looked like he was about to say something, but he always swallowed whatever it was. This was strange. You didn’t know the man personally, but he was famous among the people, and you had seen him perform the ritual every year at the festival. He always seemed to have something to say, and he was known for his witty personality. You also knew that he could hardly ever be thrown off his balance. Two years ago, at the festival, the sudden outburst of black flames had only left him surprised for mere seconds. You remember vividly how he collected himself almost immediately, and calmly instructed the royal family to come back with him to the palace. Since that moment you had admired him.

When the druid named Seokjin left, you felt a bit shaky. Why had he been able to make you so nervous?

When Seokjin shut the door of your chambers behind him, he stood still for a moment and uttered one word: “Shit”.

Taehyung was sitting at his desk in the druid’s hut. A few years ago, he became a full-time apprentice and moved in with Seokjin, druid respected in every corner of the kingdom. He was working on a new recipe when the door swung open, and an incredibly puzzled looking Seokjin walked into the hut. “What’s up with you?”, Taehyung asked. “Odin hates me”, was the short answer he got before Seokjin slammed the door of his room behind him. Being used to his master’s antics and sudden outbursts, Taehyung merely lifted and eyebrow and got back to work.

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Power to the king update

the end is in sight, I see the light at the end of the tunnel. My exams will be over this Wednesday. I, however, have never heard of the concept rest, and will immediately get cracking. Expect the first chapter of Seokjin's story in the power to the king universe somewhere next Saturday.

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Power to the king on AO3

I've thrown power to the king on AO3 as well because why not