Being a princess sounded fun. The dream that many girls have at some points in their lives- and some males too. But it was so difficult- especially in 1864 when you aren't actually a princess, but a maiden.

     There were so many rules. No running. No speaking to him. No speaking to her. No this. No that. So many damn rules.

     "Madam and Sir, there are some South soldiers that say they would like to set up a temporary camp here," a maid walked in as you started to bring soup to your lips. The spoon paused and you set it back down calmly, losing your appetite.

    "(Y/n), stay here. Your father and I will have a word," your mom stood up, smoothing out the pale green dress as your father brushed out his deep brown suit.

      The two went outside. You calmly watched them, then stood up. Also brushing off the dark (f/c) fabric, you tip-toed- the best you could in heels- to the open door with a tilted head. Some curled (h/c) strands that were tied back with a white bow copied the movement.

    Your parents were blocking the view for the most part, but you could still see gray uniforms. Seven exactly.

    "Mr. (L/n)," a deep voice rang out.

   "Namjoon," your father addressed in the same tone. "Don't you think it's risky to camp here?"

    "We understand sir, but please don't forget you owe me one," the so called 'Namjoon' replied curtly.

    "Just because I denied you of my only daughter's hand doesn't mean I owe you one," your father's gaze swept across the group with a sigh. "You may stay, but if things get too dangerous, you seven are responsible for leading (Y/n) to safety."

     "Yes sir-" all seven of them saluted.

    "-Papa... I'm finished," you said in a small voice. Your mom turned with a smile and you shyly walked and stood next to her.

    "Did Stephenie clean the table?" Your father asked, voice still tense.

    "Uh... I am not sure.. I followed you out here when I finished."

    "Ehem. Nice to see you again, miss (Y/n). My, you've gotten even more beautiful," Namjoon took his confederate hat off and held it against his heart with a dimpled smile.

    You tilt your head once again, eyeing all the soldiers curiously. One by one.

    "Who are you?" You asked, accidentally rudely. Namjoon looked taken back and slightly hurt.

    "(Y/n)," your mother scolded. "Proper maidens never ask for a man's name. You wait for them to introduce themselves first."

     "Sorry, mother," you apologized, mouth now sewn shut by an invisible thread.

     "I am Namjoon Kim, and these two are my brothers, Seokjin Kim and Taehyung Kim," Namjoon gave another dimpled smile.

     "And I am Jungkook Jeon," a young boy- younger than you- bowed.

     "I'm Jimin Park," another boy saluted. He was the shortest.

     "Hoseok Jung. Please to make your acquaintance."

    "Yoongi Min," a gravelly voice made you visibly jump. You had totally forgotten about the quiet seventh who had been hidden in the back.

     "(Y/n) (L/n)," you muttered with a curtsy.

     "Wow... my brother was correct. You are very beautiful. How old are you," Seokjin asked, tilting his head. Some brown hair slipped from his hat and onto his forehead. It almost covered his eyes.

     "I'm turning twenty," you bowed your head, slightly afraid to nervous to meet their eyes. My father cleared his throat as a warning, forcing your head to snap up and meet the eyes of whoever. It was Yoongi Min. His eyes fluttered over to meet yours when he noticed your nervous stare and gave a slight smile.

      "Alright. You seven may stay, I'll have Stephenie grab you some left over food and blankets, and-"

     "I'll go help her!" You offered, not waiting for an answer before sprinting into the plantation home.

     "No running, (Y/n)!" Your mother snapped. You gave a sheepish wave of a hand, but slowed the sprint to a speed walk.

* * * *

     "Why are you out so late?" Yoongi asked you as you came out with an extra blanket and cookies that you had just finished cooking.

      "Why are you up so late?" You retorted. Yoongi looked suprised for a small moment before chuckling.

    "I'm watching over the camp," he said softly, eyeing you as you set up the blanket next to his and sat on it.

   "Mmm... well I made you cookies," you replied shyly, handing him the plate. His smirk made you realize your mistake, so you rush out a 'but you can share them!'

     "Did Namjoon really ask for your hand?" Yoongi asked after a small moment of silence. You nodded, taking off the blistering heels and curled your toes in the grass. Fireflies glee and flew around the yard in their wake.

      "How long have you known him?" Was Yoongi's next question.

     "I've never met him personally... but our families are close," you said in a whisper-like voice. "Apparently he asked for my hand on my eighteenth birthday, but my father reclined."

      "Namjoon wasn't wrong. You're mighty gorgeous," Yoongi complimented, take a small bite of the soft cookie.

    "Is that all he said about me?" You said, crestfallen. Your shoulder fell and a pout came after a sigh.

    "Mostly. He always said about your beautiful hair and adorable pout, but that's all. He's an idiot," Yoongi shook his head. "You're more than looks. For starters, you make the best damn cookies."

     "Do you like me?" You asked, a little hopeful. Yoongi was the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on and he was quite sweet.

    "Who wouldn't like you? I may have just met you earlier today, but you're an amazing person," he whispered, a hand cupping your cheek.

    "This feels improper," you whispered back, slightly nervous. All it took was a quick lean in.

      "Have you ever kissed anyone?"  Yoongi ignored you, his thumb caressing your lips while he held your face gently.

     "It's against the rules," you breathed out, heart beating rapidly.

     "Oh, but you can't always follow the rules," Yoongi whispered almost too quiet. "You'll move out one day with someone and then you make up the rules."

      "Would that someone be you?" Your eyes fluttered closed.

       "Only if you want it to be," you could only hear his voice and feel his breath hit your slightly parted lips.

     "Only you," was all that was needed to be said from you when soft, plush lips met yours. It felt new. Before you had noticed, it had ended. The tingly feeling disappeared and formed into emptiness.

      "Again," you whispered, opening your eyes a small bit to look at him.

     "Again?" He sounded a bit suprised.

     "Please," you hesitantly raised an arm to grab his hand.

     Yoongi gave a shy nod and leaned in again. The kiss felt amazing yet again.

    "(Y/n), sweetheart? Are you out here?" Stephenie called, a lantern appearing by the door. Both you and Yoongi's heads whipped towards the maid.

     "Oh! There you are. Why are with Mr. Min?" Stephenie knelt and grabbed your hand, pulling you from Yoongi's lap.

     "Oh, er.. " you froze, trying to find the right words-

     "She just came over to give us an extra blanket and some cookies," Yoongi eyed you and you smiled slyly in thanks.

      "Oh, she's a nice one. Isn't she," Stephenie giggled, but yanked me away from Yoongi with a stern look.

      "I'll see you," Yoongi called, getting a sharp glare from Stephenie. "Miss (Y/n)!"

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      The sound of canons thundering is what woke you. You were used to their booms, but they were getting closer and closer to your home.

    Your feet moved without thought, stumbling in the dark mansion towards the yard.

    "Mr. Min," you whispered. Thankfully he was up, tending the fire to keep him and his comrades warm.

    "Miss?" He dropped the stick, turning towards you and looking down at your bare feet.

     "I'm afraid," you whispered, looking down at the dew plated grass.

    "Come here?" Yoongi walked up to you and picked you up. "You shouldn't ever walk out barefoot. Something could hurt you."

     "I- I'm sorry," you tucked your head into his chest, wrapping your bare arms around yourself to keep them warm.

      "Why are you scared?" Yoongi asked, sitting right next to the warm fire with you on his lap.

     "Everything is scaring me," you whimpered, looking straight into the fire.

     "I'll protect you," he pressed a kiss to your temple, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

* * *

     "Yoongi," a voice poked at the soldier's mind. He opened an eye a bit and turned his head with a frown.

     "What?" He croaked, voice and mind foggy with early morning waking up.

    "Why is Miss (Y/n) with you?" Namjoon asked, jealously frowning at the way you were held by his friend, sleeping peacefully for the first time since the war has started.

     "Hm?" Yoongi brought an arm up and wiped exhaustion from his mind and eyes.

    "Miss (Y/n)... you know? The maiden in your arms right now?" Namjoon nodded towards you and you turned, laying your head on Yoongi's chest.

     "Oh," Yoongi remembered, still calm.

    "Try to lay down, alright?" Yoongi rocked you back and forth, looking you straight in the eye.

    "Thank you," you suddenly said, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

     "It's the least I can do," Yoongi found your lips, hand running through your hair.

     "I love you," you blurted out once you were both laying, thin blanket providing no warmth.

     "So why is she out here and not in her room?" Namjoon asked with a small accusing glare while his brothers watched, curious.

      "She came out here telling me she was afraid," Yoongi frowned, jaw slightly clenching.

      "It's cold," you whispered absentmindedly, curling in towards Yoongi more.
 
     "Her mother is looking for her. If she sees her like this, you'll be accused for kidnap and will be hung by her father," Namjoon tried hard to not let his jealousy get the best if him. He really did, but was failing.

     "Alright. I'll get her up," Yoongi yawned, a small pang of guilt. It was only about three in the morning. There is no way you were used to waking up so early. Your mother was probably looking for you because you weren't in your room.

     "You better hurry before Mrs. Victoria comes out and sees her daughter," Namjoon said stiffly, turning away to talk with his brothers.

      Right when he turned his back, Yoongi leaned down. He captured your lips, effectively waking you up.

     "Yoongi," you were slightly awestruck. Yoongi was even more beautiful after just waking up.

      "(Y/n)," he smiled, kissing you again just as a frown and a sigh came. "Your mother is looking for you."

      "She is?" You asked, somewhat dumbly. Your tone showed how much you really didn't care.

     "She is," Yoongi nodded in confirmation, lifting an arm and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand.

     "What a shame," you sighed, leaning into the touch. "I enjoy being with you."

      "As I do, also," Yoongi pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose.

      "(Y/n)!" A devastated wail cried from the house.

      "You need to comfort you mother," Yoongi sat up and away from you.

      "Yes..." you sighed again in disappointment.

       Yoongi kissed you as a goodbye before you stood up, brushed off your night dress, and walked towards the plantation mansion.

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This took ages and I don't even know if it's good. I actually got this idea from R.L. Stines book "Cursed".

*unedited*