I have seen your tears as the evening sun went to rest beneath the horizon. Felt the anger boil through you when what you wanted most was yanked so forcefully out of your sight never to be seen again.

Somehow, I still don't care for you. Why they gave you all the riches and glory. While I sit here in poverty begging men for spare change. You don't even want it. I can see it on your face when you stand looking out into the city streets. Do you recognize me?

I laugh at my stupidity. You don't know me. But there will be a day when you will.

———-

The streets appeared lifeless in the dead of night. Yoongi didn't seem to mind it though. It was peaceful. He didn't hear anyone screaming his name or screaming in general. At night his eyes didn't feel like ping pong balls bouncing around aimlessly trying to find her.

The beautiful silvery haired blonde with the delicate green eyes. He missed her laugh, the way she would smile at him when she started to see his smile break through. He'd give damn near anything to see her again.

In a few days he would go to the fates to see if he could convince them. He had high hopes that his argument would be substantial enough.

He was the king now. Just like they always wanted. So why couldn't he have what he wanted?

Yoongi was pretty sure he pissed off the god of Destruction the other day when he was angry at Hoseok for snatching her from his view.

The left wing of the castle collapsed yesterday. No one was injured, thank the gods for that. However, the timing was uncanny.

Walking down the quiet corridors, the only sound, his boots scuffing the concrete with each step. A maid scurried by her head tucked low, careful not to look up. Yoongi sighed, they all seemed so weary of him. It was as if the dreadful sadness still lingered. If he was honest with himself. It was still ever so present in his heart. However, he blamed the gods for that.

They meddled way too much.

Speaking of meddling gods...

"Yoongi, how is your evening going?" A brightly smiling man called to him, perched on the nearby windowsill.

"Aren't you supposed to be gracing the sky with your overwhelming brightness? Not me."

Hoseok looked back towards the sun peaking above the horizon.

"I'm right on schedule. Wanted to check in on my friend." He beamed. Yoongi turned around in circles, stopping with a confused look on his face.

"Doesn't appear you have any here."

Hoseok scowled, hopping off the ledge, clearing the gap between the two of them.

"That's not very nice."

Yoongi shrugged, continuing his descent into the throne room. Hoseok followed for a moment, only to vanish in a glimpse of morning light.

He sank deep into the large chair with one white delicately articulated fox on one side and on the other a harshly sculpted black one. Both beautiful in their own sense. Yoongi had these made to represent his time with Jinx. He'd hoped that she would be able to sit beside him soon.

A small smile crept upon his pale face at the thought.

"You have a nice smile."

Yoongi looked up to see a small girl standing a few feet from him. She held a small basket with wild flowers in it. Her hair up in pigtails,she wore little blue ribbons to hold them in place. She had on a pink dress and tiny white slippers.

"Who are you?" He asked, his smile staying in place while he rested his chin on his knuckles.

"My name is Jae. I work in a flower shop nearby." She beamed.

"Are these for me?"

She nodded happily, setting the basket on the ground. Jae gave a bow, then skipped away happily.

"Thank you!" He called out to her. She stopped short of the tall doors, turned around, waved then disappeared behind them.

The villagers all seemed so nice. Some were grumpy at times and told Yoongi of their plights. He listened diligently to what they said. Thinking hard on how to help each and everyone of them. That was until his advisor told him that he couldn't help them all.

This made Yoongi's chest grow heavy with grief.

"Sir if we were to help them all, this place would go into poverty within the month. You would then have a bigger issue at hand."

Yoongi stared at the tall slender man with a pointed nose.

"Giles, what would be the bigger issue?"

"Other countries, sir."

He just sighed falling back into his chair. A woman with jet black hair made her way towards him. She seemed lost in thought, her expression that of anguish and something else.

"Your highness." She trilled in a scratchy tone, holding out a folded black silken robe with white puffy clouds sewn onto it.

"What's this?" He asked curiously, leaning forward. The woman smiled.

"It's a gift from the seamstress. In hopes that you reign forever."

Yoongi felt uneasy. Her tone wasn't friendly at all. It was almost like she was forcing herself to even try to be nice. He thanked her anyway. But the feeling never left him as he stared at the dark robe seated at his feet.

"Giles, who was that woman?"

Giles stared off towards the doorway in deep thought. He praised himself on knowing everyone. She said the gift was from the seamstress.

"Ms. Vera."

He simply nodded. He spent a good portion of his morning, saying thank you. Then another explaining why someone's situation couldn't be helped right away.

Everyone who came in left in good spirits. By noon he was ready for a nap. But he had to be in the war room to discuss urgent matters in the north.

——
"Kira, what news?" Yoongi smiled at his lead warrior. She was the wisest when it came to war tactics and he trusted her judgement. Her hair was cut short. At a glance you would think she was a man. But when you got closer you found she had soft features. She wore a white tunic, with black chainmail underneath the lightweight charcoal gray armor. Her sword resting  carefully on her hip. A slender bow slung over her shoulder.

Kira pointed at a map with several pieces placed on it.

"Jackson has moved his platoon here, near the forest of nightmares. He says the pens have been acting strangely."

Yoongi frowned, "define, strangely."

"Well as you know, two reside in the Mystic Forest. There are five in the Forest of Nightmares. Well they keep forming a circle at the edge where the fire still burns. They stay there long enough for the fire to turn a bright green. Then they vanish and reappear in different corners." Kira grabbed a piece of charcoal drawing a line from where the fire starts to the points where the Pens reappear. It was almost a perfect star.

"What do you think it means?"

Kira shrugged, Giles tugged at his gray beard in contemplation while Yoongi circled the table getting a view of every inch of the map.