[ T/W: Moans. Yes, there are going to be some moans. Be careful. OR DONT READ.
And today I am treating yall with a chapter of 1500 words. Not 2000. I am sad about it but still. It's worth it. Get ready for the suspense though. 😝 ]

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"In the morn of crowns yet chosen, impending chaos shall come. While the kingdom's brilliance shines, darkness' veil shall overcome. A queen-to-be, her name to bind, a king unseen by their eyes. May the mightiest ascend the high throne, to the one, its destiny ties." Bam observed, noting that the assassin with the codename V was feeling poetic today.

"The fuck?" Bam, perplexed and bemused, gazes upon the poetic spectacle unfolding before him. The enigmatic assassin with the codename V, draped in words and metaphors, stands proudly by the palace railings, his verses echoing through the air like whispers of medieval prophecy.

"The fuck? Why the fuck would there be chaos?" Bam questions, his expression a canvas of confusion. Why was everyone around him so weird?

V, the poetic paragon, responds with a cough, his hand lowering dramatically. "A mere display of my poetic prowess," he utters, aware of the poetic resonance aligning with the queen's journey, perhaps in search of her elusive prince.

Bam curiously flew on top of V's head. JK was out somewhere; he didn't know where. Maybe JK is on this planet.

"Where do you think the crown prince went to though?" Bam, curious and slightly alarmed, questions the whereabouts of this elusive prince.

"In the shadows, the Crown Prince hath vanished, while the queen doth embark on a quest undaunted. Yet 'tis not for a mere ale or wine so fine, methinks, a maiden's allure draws his heart's line—" V felt his hair being grabbed, looking up to meet Bam's scary expression.

"You done with your poetry addiction? Get to the fucking point, motherfucker." Why does he act like JK so much? At this point, V knows this parrot was trained by that half-wit assassin.

V coughs again, a little loudly. "I think he's hanging out with some girl," V declared, his words dripping with intrigue. Bam gasped, eyes widening with realization. Suspicion lingered, and the parrot contemplated the validity of V's poetic insight. Maybe this assassin is right. Bam could feel it. That prince is too suspicious anyway.

V, undeterred by Bam's skepticism, gazes philosophically at the palace ceiling, basking in his perceived artistic glory. Bam, gripping V's hair for dear life does his best to not fall. In this medieval lair of words, V remains a self-proclaimed work of art, a creation destined for poetic admiration.

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Somehow, JK seemed greedy. So greedy for the princess. Was it really true? Maybe his life would've been much better if he got married, had kids, and a... a family. The prince he hated so much was the one who was going to be with the woman he liked so much. Was this his fate? He wanted to be in the prince's position. It would've been so much better. Being king was something he never wanted in his life. But this time, he was becoming greedy. He only wished the wedding would be postponed, or just not happen.

In his deep thoughts, JK roamed around the palace after changing into the clothes of a worker that his assassin friend had given him. He had to find her, Alexandra. Who was the woman? And... why was she so important to the leader? Something was cooking behind the scenes. That's all he knew.

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Jasira stepped around the palace hallways. The crown prince was nowhere to be found. He had gone somewhere; Jasira had naturally started thinking he would be back in a while, but he was too late. It had to be announced that he's going to be king. He had to be there, in the ballroom. While her hair got in her way, she pushed it back and continued to walk until she heard a sound from one of the rooms on the right side of her.

"Ah..." Sierra.

It was Sierra. Jasira's feet paused as she took her steps to the door beside her, carefully grabbing her dress. Her brows furrowed out of suspicion of what was happening.

"Your highness..." No. Jasira shook her head, trying to deny the reality she might be in. Her doubts were cleared when she heard something else.

"I told you to keep that leg of yours away!" The gravity of the situation sank in, and Jasira's brows furrowed in disbelief. Another voice, one that was as if Seokjin's, shattered the fragile reality she clung to.

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"A long, long time ago, there was an assassin," Alexandra dramatically says, sitting in the living room of the luxurious palace. The noble's children were in front of her, waiting for her to tell a beautiful and magical tale. The nobles had dropped these kids off here in case they would disturb the ball that was happening outside.

"He had the facade of innocence, but though he was a monster everyone feared," Alexandra growls, and Melissa beside her coughs, signaling her to refrain from such behavior as it's not good etiquette.

"Please change the story," Melissa elegantly says, and all the children whine, wanting the story to remain unchanged. Although Alexandra still signals Melissa to continue the story, secretly flashing her pinky as a code that she urgently needs to use the restroom.

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In the labyrinth of palace hallways, JK seizes a worker's arm, seeking information about Alexandra. The worker, puzzled, questions the purpose behind this behavior, furrowing his brows in confusion. "I was searching for Alexandra," JK mutters, holding a worker's arm who was carrying a tray of drinks in the middle of the hallways.

"Alexandra? Why?" He asks, frowning deeply. JK grits his teeth, ready to choke him and extract the information after pulling his tongue—

"The queen." Luca, JK's colleague, walks in wearing worker's clothes as well. "She has asked for her presence," he explains, defusing the tension in the air.

The inquisitive worker, still perplexed, voices his suspicion about their unfamiliar faces. "I haven't seen you both before though." The eighteen-year-old boy mutters, confused. "Are you both new here?" He furrows his brows in questions, still standing in the same position.

"Of course, gentleman. We are new." With a well-rehearsed response, Luca affirms their newcomer status, awaiting the worker's acceptance. JK, growing impatient, contemplates leaving to search elsewhere but catches wind of crucial information.

"She was reading a book for the noble's children," the boy discloses, pointing towards a direction. "I think it was that room." The revelation redirects JK's focus, guiding him toward the room where Alexandra was last seen, unraveling the threads of the mysterious tale woven within the palace walls.

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"I wish he really cheated on her," Bam, gripped by emotions, expresses a wish for the prince to have cheated on the disappeared queen. The parrot clutches onto the railing, still staring below at people dancing and the disappeared queen and crown prince.

"I don't think they're lovers, though, for him to cheat on her," V murmurs, slacking off on his work because of being tired. He has worked hard for the past few days. He can't do more.

"Really? Are you sure?" Hope flickers in Bam's eyes as he questions V's certainty.

V replies heavily, "Yeah, if they were lovers, he wouldn't have left her searching for him, and the gaze he was looking at her with was not one of lovers."

"Maybe they're still lovers." Bam sadly says, turning around, but V shakes his head, "Let's just believe they aren't so we don't be stressed. JK needs to have his chance too. Even if they are, I'll dig the prince's grave myself for JK's happiness," V asserts, willing to go to extremes.

Bam, aware of the potential consequences, warns against such drastic measures, hinting at the possibility of war, "Nope, you can't do that. There will be war, or else."

Wait, this parrot was right...

In this moment of uncertainty, Bam realizes the weight of their words and contemplates the intricate web of emotions entangled in the palace's unfolding drama.

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As Luca opens the door to the room, a peculiar sight greets him—a multitude of children, unattended and alone. Perplexed, he surveys the scene, prompting a collective, curious gaze from the children. His unease grows, and after a moment, he closes the door, leaving the children behind with their mystified expressions.

Meanwhile, JK, in his quest for Alexandra, moves restlessly, weaving through the palace corridors. The tapping of heels interrupts their search, drawing their attention to a woman standing before them. Her confused expression mirrors their own, and she demands to know their identity.

"Who are you both?" And Luca knew, he had finally caught that fish in the net.

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