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Her world was falling apart while staring into his starry eyes; she had kept her palm on his bare chest in hopes of not withering away in front of him and taking hold, so she wouldn't lose her posture. JK, he beheld such charm on his face and so much tenderness in his eyes, while he was gazing at Jasira.

In the wide of the palace halls, they're standing together, alone, figuring out the emotions they felt. The queen couldn't conclude as to what it was, how she was here, in this good-looking assassin's arms, while he held her, shirtless. She could feel his body against her, his warmth against her, making her suck her belly out of embarrassment, maybe one could call it shyness.

It glimmered, the chandeliers around her, and the raging sunlight cascading their space, making it appear more golden than it already was. She hadn't discerned the assassin's lips curling in a smirk as he immediately turned her around, attaching her back to his front body. Both of them breathing heavily as if they had done a strenuous activity just now.

His hands were wrapped around her waist as he breathed in her neck deeply, playing with a strand of her hair, grazing the tip of his nose as she shivers in his arms. The moment his nose reached the behind of her ears on her sensitive points, making her feel more weaker each second, he spun her around getting her out of his hands.

Jasira's white dress moved in synch with his behavior as he grabs her next pulling her legs and wrapping them around his waist. Circling, he pulled her in a flash. Their faces close, their lips close, as they breathed against each other. His hands are inside her ruffled hair as he keeps looking into her eyes continuously.

Pulling her by her waist, he lessened the air between them more, his eyes glancing at her lips—

"Your majesty," Jasira hums, silently as she hears another call for her. "Your majesty?" She hums again, "Please wake up!"

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What?

Jasira's eyelids snap open as she comes back to the real world. She blinks heavily as her gaze right away moves to Melissa who's been trying to wake her up for an hour now. The maid had tried to wake her up but when she saw the royal sleeping heavily giggling in her sleep. The worker had no choice but to go back and keep checking on her monarch again and again troubled by the thought of waking her up or not.

"IT WAS ALL A DREAM?" She bellows loud and the maid blinks rapidly not understanding what the messed up woman on the wide king bed had dreamed about.

Melissa doesn't understand, so she's just standing there, fluttering her eyelashes speedily. She tries to say, "The crown prince of Savelli—" The old lady flinches after hearing the owner of the palace she was standing in, scream.

"No, it can't be!" Jasira turns to a worried Melissa and the woman just wants to get away from here at once. The queen clenches her hair as she rolls around the bed in a panic while screaming.

She didn't know what was happening herself.

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JK couldn't believe the dream he had, the way he spun her around in his arms, the way he held her while she was breathing thoroughly. It was so beautiful. He titters to himself with his fingers on his temples trying to hide it, "You had a dream?" Bam utters below his ear silently, and covertly.

"What the fuck?!" JK yells in surprise, turning to the bird who was feeling like the situation is more than peculiar from the way his master was so surprised making his eyes go more narrower than a hair's breadth, ensuing in the assassin chuckling in a more uncanny way trying to hide the smile that was going back up on his face. Bam has to take this more seriously now; what is this half-wit hiding from him? He wanted tea, the bird did. No, he needed it.

The human was here for some task with his alchemist friend who had summoned him urgently; the assassin was concealing his face with a mask since he had just come from outside hunting for his friend in the Inn of Nightbrook. He had sent a letter that he had something to talk about crucially. JK took a trip down his memory lane recalling how he had apprised him not to talk through water or anything since it had become too horrifying after seeing the liquid talking in his sight.

"JK!" A shriek makes him snap from his thoughts as he turns around and sees his witch friend finally saunter out of his confidential room to talk to him. Yoongi comes across as much more than merry being on his feet in his office as he remarks impishly, "I heard you have fallen for the queen." Hearing that, the man stiffly turns to his parrot pulling his veil down as his pet is avoiding his gaze, and his lip twitches with plans of murder.

"What about it?" The assassin talks under his breath still glaring at his animal. The bird wants to run away quickly to save his life. He needs to run away. However, he can't leave his favorite duvet behind that his master has in his room. He cannot.

"So..." Yoongi's roguish grin goes wider as he perseveres and the green creature on his associate's shoulder forthwith flies away to flop on a shelf distant to his master having a gawking competition with his owner. Breathing out, JK turns to the magician, "I gave you both the same dancing dream! And I was successful in it—" He gets harshly smacked on his temple as JK clutches his collar, "What. Did. You. Say?"

Yoongi is horrified. Someone needs to come to save him too. This can't be his last day.

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As the queen stepped out of her chambers, wearing her favorite gown for today's significant visits because some guests make an appearance earlier themselves, she wore a shell pink corset and an apricot-colored plain but simple gown. Her gaze goes to her butler who stood with his elegance and his head down in front of his royal out of respect.

He had a wound that was peeking out of his collar and Jasira's gaze was settled there as she sighs and keeps walking her way. The butler as well as the maids follow her behind, around nine of them, including the wounded one.

"The crown prince of Savelli has arrived and he's waiting in the living rooms for your majesty's presence," Jimin states strolling the hallways in search of doors that he left behind looking for his queen.

The sovereign takes her steps forward pausing near a room, Jimin had kept his hand towards. While the knights stood guarding the doors when they had announced her entrance, Jasira had taken a deep breath in, maybe she was highly strung right now, going to greet the man who the royal court was observing to become her only in life. The man she'd spend the rest of her life with.

As the doors unlock, her gaze moves to the human standing ten to fifteen feet away from her, probably waiting for her all this while, but pulling his eyes to lock with hers. Jasira felt her heart stop, her body feel anxious about meeting his existence.

He had an arm behind himself and wore such beautiful princely clothes taking anyone's breath away. A white sash over a blue blazer making him become more evident as a greatness. His lips pull up curving in a wide but shy smile as he immediately glances down and then looks up inviting Jasira into the living rooms he was standing in.

As the woman steps inside, she's questioning her fate. Is this it? Was this the man?

For some reason, she didn't want him to be it.

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In the late winter evening, the assassin was staring at his parrot trying to understand how can parrots even talk like this. It is so rare to see a talking animal in this kingdom. So rare, that as a child he had only heard about them in legends and tales. Where could his parents even be? Dropping this bastard of a brat off to him so he can take care of him. Now he understands why he's so parentless.

"WHAT?!" Bam shouts bewildered, as to why this assassin has suddenly started glaring at him after setting him up on a table in the guild. What was he even staring at so badly? He made little Bam so flustered.

"I was just questioning myself as to why the heavens have decided to torture me with your attendance—" JK gets a beak poking him in the middle of his nose; oh, the pain he felt. He couldn't describe it. Something's very wrong with this bird. Should he genuinely disown him at this point? What is he even waiting for?

"AUGH!" The man groans loudly massaging his nose and turning to the splenetic being who had tried to ruin his handsome face again. Taking a deep breath trying to calm himself down, JK turns to him, sighing, "Where do you even come from?"

Bam backs away by the thunderbolt of a question, his eyes bizarre, he inhales once readying himself for what he was about to say, "HOW WOULD I EVEN KNOW THAT, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!?" The little bird feels good now standing with pride in front of his owner.

JK isn't alright, the assassin isn't. He needed new ears at this point. This parrot has damaged them anyway.

"JK, the old man has summoned you." A man walking toward him says playfully, making the assassin get up, and a huffing Bam flies to his shoulder only to get a glare in his direction.

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Concluding his feet in front of a timber counter, JK keeps his arms on it, anticipating for the person he has seen every day of his adolescence, who had taught him so much about Ivrea. He was busy looking around for the 'Old Man'. When would he even be here? He turns to glance at the parrot who was too engaged in witnessing an assassin do his magic tricks with cards on another table; he was so concerned as to where the card had disappeared. Little Bam was so impressed, JK needs to learn this too. Or he's leaving him for this assassin! He was too cool!

"Were you waiting for me for too long?" Old Man enters the scene pausing opposite the counter, softly smiling at the young boy, whose eyes were smiling at him as well. He couldn't believe he had grown so much. "I am sorry."

The man who has excessive white hair apologizes for making the assassin wait. JK sassily rolls his eyes at him keeping his hand under his chin waiting for what the Old Man was going to ask.

"So, what about the mission I gave you?" He asks looking at the boy who had started playing with an empty glass that was just on the counter's corner. It was like a place the Old Man would use to provide drinks to the workers of the guild, or just provide them with missions, mostly, which would be confidential.

The assassin silently looks up after exhaling deeply, his lips curling in an evil smirk, "She's in the palace."

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"The palace is as pretty as a picture." Seokjin wanders the marble floors beneath him with the queen of Ivrea by his side as he continues, "Exquisite, indeed." Jasira bites her lower lip looking away invisible to the prince's eyes as she exhales deeply and his next words make her look in his way. "Enormous." The woman forces herself to smile at him as she claims, "I am very grateful for your highness's compliment towards the work of my ancestors." She had indicated the place they were standing in was the work of her forefather.

She didn't know how to behave or what to do, but she still tried, pulling her chin, straight, ready to talk to the man who seemed more than thrilled to even talk to her and had become too talkative for some reason.

He looks perfect. Nothing is wrong with him. JASIRA IVREA! GO FOR HIM!

Jasira encourages herself in her mind in hopes to keep her stance.

"I have always wished to meet the royal of Ivrea." He turns, his gaze somehow fond, as he looks down and chuckles, ruffling his hair. "I believe that wish has finally come true." Jasira beams, a little unnatural, even though, releases a puff of air out of surprise. She nods, "I am very fortunate to meet your royal highness as well." He's grinning at her.

Of course! This is the right man! Jasira needs to go for him! He is the one! His smile is so perfect. He's so handsome. He's a crown prince as well.

She couldn't find anything that could be wrong with him, which is more suspicious, but pushing that thought away she just stood silently, hoping for the best.

Seokjin looks straight ready to take more of the walk as Jasira gets ready herself but he pauses, "Oh yes," His lips curl in a broad smile.

"I believe your butler hides a lot of secrets. Doesn't he?"

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[ A/N : what secrets may Seokjin even be talking about? Aren't you curious?

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