"I'm happy you agreed to this meeting, King Ye jun," Elira smiled politely as they sat in his study, two cups of tea between them, the sky outside a dull grey, snow gently falling to the ground

Ye Jun chuckled, "Ah, what's a meeting between a father and a daughter, hmm?" 

Elira clenched her jaw as she watched Ye jun take a sip of tea with a smile that could only be described as triumphant.

Oh, how she wanted to smack it off his face right now. She clenched her hands, her nails digging into her palms.

Elira smiled, "Well, this isn't exactly a family meeting per se," she added a sugar cube to her tea, taking the tiny spoon next to her teacup and gently swirling it, taking care to not clink it to the sides.

A knock sounded at the door, the guards opening it to reveal Yoongi, a briefcase in his hands. He dropped his head in a short bow, "Father." he said, before walking up to them, standing behind Elira

"More like a meeting between heads of state... you know, " The spoon clinked against the porcelain, making Elira click her tongue, "Ruler to Ruler, Queen to King," she took out the spoon and tapped it on the edge once, the chime echoing in the silence, "Authority to Criminal,"

Ye jun looked at Elira with a smirk, "Criminal? Do you know the weight of the words you utter, girl? In the study of said criminal no less," he leaned back on his chair, the flag of Korea off to his side, seemingly frowning

"Oh, frankly I do know. It may seem ridiculous right now, and for convenience's sake, I probably should've made a PowerPoint presentation. But," she tapped the desk and Yoongi swiftly placed the briefcase in front of her, standing by her side as Ye Jun glared at him, "I am, but a girl. A child, who doesn't know how to do such difficult tasks. I just, merely, run a country," Elira said with a flutter of her eyelashes and a scheming smile, clicking the briefcase open.

"Where would you like me to start? The confessions, the reports, or the charges against you?"

"Yoongi what are you doing?" Ye Jun seethed, "standing by the side of a woman you have known for months, instead of standing next to your father-"

Yoongi scoffed, "It's mighty convenient of you to bring parenthood into the picture when you need it," he mumbled, Elira looking at him in sadness before her face hardened again

"King Ye Jun, if I take these to the international court of justice, you shall be found guilty and charged for the following crimes. The murder of King Oran and subsequently, Crown Princess Kiana, Two separate assassination attempts on the Queen of Avar and two assassination attempts on your very own Lieutenant General Namjoon,"

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"You do not have to include THAT," Namjoon insisted, "It's no big deal-"

Yoongi raised his hand, "You almost died and this entire ordeal left you with an injured ankle that is going to affect you for the rest of your life, that is not nothing,"

"Hyung-"

"No. Yoongi is right. there is no negotiating here. You are just as important and this crime is just as heinous as the murder of my father. He will not get away with this," Elira seethed

....

Yoongi and Elira watched as Ye jun inspected the contents of the briefcase, his hands shaking with every flip of paper, anger contorting his face.

He dropped the last paper from his hands on the desk, "You two do realise, especially you, Yoongi, that I could have you both arrested, right here, right now, for treason?"

Elira leaned forward on the desk, her hands interlaced under her chin, "Or, one flick of my wrist and this, all this, gets sent to the court. Your reputation, this country's reputation, everything gone when I," she raised her hand next to her head, "twist it ever so slightly."

Ye Jun's brow twitched, "You still cannot prove this was my doing and not that bastard Choi's-"

Yoongi licked his lips before he leaned forward next to Elira, "Maybe your first mistake was treating your right-hand man, who knew all your dirty secrets, as disposable,"

Ye Jun went as white as a sheet, "He wouldn't dare, I'll kill him,"

"You won't be king by the end of this day, Ye Jun, so you and what army?" 

Ye Jun stared the two of them down, falling back on his chair, his eyes wide as he thought, his left hand tapping the desk.

Yoongi turned around, his elbows resting on the desk, "Oh and just so you know, nobody's coming if you press that damn emergency call button. You're on your own here, father,"

The wind outside now howled, the sky darker as silence descended on the room, the only other sound being Ye Jun's rhythmic tapping

"So. You didn't want to risk creating a scandal and ruining this country, hence you came directly to me instead of going to the courts. What do you want?"

"Of course not. We're not much for spectacle. And besides, we think Yong Saeng would still want a whole, scandal-free nation, no?" Elira smiled

Yoongi turned around, "Step down tomorrow. Make Yong saeng king. You will be stripped of all your powers. If I had my way I'd-"

Ye Jun clicked his tongue, "You don't have your way, boy. Don't go fantasising,"

"You should be glad you are king, for if you were insignificant, you wouldn't have died a peaceful death, you scumbag," Elira seethed

Ye Jun looked at them with a smile before bursting out in laughter, "Oh but darling, the only reason I could do all that and did all that is because I'm immune. to your little rage fests, to the law, to," he paused with a snarky smile, "to everything..."

Elira stood from her chair, furniture clattering on the floor as she strode around the table and grabbed Ye Jun by his collar, pulling the man out of his chair,

"Is that what this is to you? a little game where you take people out on a whim just cause you're untouchable?" she whispered, her voice dangerously low

"Speak up girl! I can't hear you~" he sang, laughing in Elira's face

"Elira don't-" Yoongi warned when he spotted her hands curling into fists

Elira's vision was clouded with white as she yelled and punched the man, hitting his face with no mercy, him struggling on the chair as she incessantly threw her fists

"YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING. YOU DESPICABLE HUMAN BEING! HOW DARE YOU? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!-"

Yoongi's eyes went wide when he saw her reach to the side, the letter opener finding its way into her hands. He jumped and grabbed her hand, the blade a hair's breadth from Ye Jun's neck

"Stop. Don't do it. He's not worth getting your hands dirty,"

"Tempting isn't it?" Ye Jun said, his face a bloody mess as he leaned back on his chair, "You could kill me right now and not have anyone touch you either. The power, it's intoxicating-'

"Shut the fuck up," Yoongi said as he held Elira's hands, running his fingers over her bruised knuckles, his back facing Ye Jun, "You should know when to stop talking. Stop making a fool of yourself,"

Yoongi didn't turn around to see his father's face but was glad for the silence that followed

"Are you okay?" he whispered, gently raising Elira's face, only to find her crying. Yoongi wiped them off and pulled her into his shoulder as he led them out of the room.

"I'll send Dr Kim to patch you up and Yong Saeng will drop by with your statement for tomorrow and your future residence. You will not live here, exiled to the countryside from now on. I believe we have found three houses that could work. You are not allowed anywhere near the palace from tomorrow," he looked over his shoulder, Ye Jun quietly looking out the window, his jaw set

They took two more steps, "Oh and just to be clear, no funny business. we are treating you like a criminal charged with treason. You shall be under surveillance with no contact with any of the staff. I believe mother will come to say her goodbyes soon enough."  with that, the two of them walked out of the room, leaving Ye Jun to look out the window, the snow now a gentle flurry, blanketing Seoul.
....

Queen Aera looked at Yoongi sadly as the latter didn't take his eyes off of Elira's s bandaged hands.

"Your father is many things... But I didn't think he would-" she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking at Elira, "I don't even know what to say to you this is beyond words. I'm so sorry, Elira darling you didn't deserve any of that,"

Elira didn't speak, a tight smile on her lips. Yoongi rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

He could feel her shivering

"Is this- are you gonna be okay?" Yoongi asked his mother who sighed

"The man I loved faded away years ago. All this madness, and for what? The country won't even know. The country doesn't even care..." She looked at Yoongi with a small smile, at least in this mess, you found each other... Miracles do happen too, don't they?"

Yoongi tightened his hold on Elira who seemed to get heavier with each passing minute, "I'll take care of the public side of things and I believe Yong Saeng said he'd handle matters relating to the crown,"

"Yoongi-ah..." Aera said softly as she watched Elira lean against him, her eyes closed tiredly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't stop him then. I should've fought for you, I should've-"

"There's nothing to be sorry about mother... It's fine now. I turned out fine,"

"I know you have her now, but, don't forget me? In Avar, don't forget me? Your father won't be here anymore. And even if he's not who he was, I did love him and I think I still love his shadow so," her eyes filled with tears, "I don't want to be alone,"

Yoongi's eyes softened, "That's ridiculous! I'll still be here mum... I am after all, still your son. How can I ever forget you? I'll be here every other week or I'll get you there, don't you worry hmm? Besides you've got Yon Saeng here too,"

"Promise me you'll play for me soon? It's been a while..."

Yoongi kissed her cheek, "on my life."

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A/N:

*it's really ending huh*