Jungkook raced across the hall, skirting any of the guards that he saw and burst into Jimin’s rooms. 

He stopped cold at what he saw. 

Jimin cried out at the appearance of his brother, and Hanuel stopped, turning from his position on top of the prince. “Oh.” Handel smirked cruelly. “Have you come to watch? Or join? I heard you’d become a whore the last time I heard about you.”

Jungkook growled and stepped forward. “You motherfucker—“

“Uh Uh Uh. What do you think will happen if you retaliate?” Hanuel smirked. “I’m the right hand of the king of Busan and Daegu now. You do something to me and this bitch here gets executed, you get executed and...your precious little king gets executed.” Handel smiled evilly. 

“I have proof that will get you thrown into the deepest pits of hell, where you deserve.” Jungkook spat. 

Hanuell sneered. “It’s too late for that, anyway. Your precious little king is probably walking to his death as we speak.”

“At least you’ll be dead.” Jungkook snarled, lunging forward. Hanuel let out a scream as the man unsheathed his sword and swung it down. It cut the man on his shoulder. Jimin rolled out from under Hanuel, clutching his robes to his chest and sobbing quietly. 

Jungkook let out a garbled war cry, filled with rage and disgust at the man, before lunging his sword down and hitting Handel straight through the heart. 

Hanuel gasped, clutching the edge of the sword as if it would do something for him. But Jungkook only pushed his sword further into the man. “Let’s see if your magic can save you, wizard.” Jungkook snarled. 

But Hanuel only smiled, coughing up blood. “I still win.” He muttered. “I still win.” And then he slumped, the light dying from his eyes. 

Jungkook curled his lip in disgust and removed his sword, before turning to Jimin. “I have to go.” He said. “Go find Hoseok, someone, I have to go and save Taehyung.”

“They won’t listen to you.” Jimin whispered. 

“They will.” Jungkook growled out. “They’ll listen to the crown prince of Busan.”

Jimin gasped as Jungkook ran from the room. “Hyung!” He screamed. He knew what Jungkook was going to do. He stumbled to his feet, trying to run after his brother, but strong arms wrapped around him. “L-let me go!” Jimin screamed. 

“Jimin.” Lin whispered. “Jimin, please.”

“No! Let me go! You don’t understand!” Lin clutched onto the prince’s arm. 

“They’re looking for you, too Jimin! Please!” Lin cried out. “They’ll kill you, too.” Jimin collapsed, sobbing as he watched the last of his brother silhouette disappear down the hall. 

“They’ll kill us all.” Jimin whispered. 

-

Jungkook ran into the throne room. The doors crashed open as he breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath. 

Taehyung was kneeling on the ground, his arms bound behind his back. He looked worse for wear. 

Jin stood on the throne, some priest giving out a speech. 

A declaration of death. 

Execution.

Jungkook stepped through the crowd, pushing past people and came to stand in front of Taehyung. 

“J-Jungkook.” Taehyung muttered weakly. 

“How can you kill your king!?” Jungkook screamed out. “Your king who has never done a thing to hurt you!?”

“He is not our king! He was the result of sin!”

Jungkook growled, turning to the courtier who spoke. “Who is in charge here!?” He suddenly demanded, turning. His gaze turned to Jin, but the man bowed his head. He was powerless in this situation. 

Suddenly, Jungkook’s father stepped forward, and the prince scoffed. “So you would kill your king and let the sovereign of another take over!?” Jungkook finally shouted. “You’re cowards! All of you! Taehyung is innocent! You kill him and you slander the name of the late queen!” Jungkook suddenly looked at the priest who was overseeing everything. Perhaps the only chance he had to save Taehyung. 

He threw the book he had in his hands to the man. “Turn to the very last page.” Jungkook spat. “And you will all know the truth.”

The priest turned to the book and opened, its, but was stopped by a hand. “And Who are you to interrupt these proceedings?”

Jungkook snarled. He still had his face mask on, something he always wore, a habit he’d come to find when staying here, under Taehyung’s services. It was always on his Person, and more often than not on his face. 

He ripped it off, exposing his face to the whole court. “I am Jeon Jungkook, first born and crown prince to the throne of Busan! I have every right to stop these proceedings!” 

“You are a traitor to your own throne!” His father shouted back. 

“And how would you know? Telling people what you want to and not telling them what you really did to me!? Stop lying to them! Hanuel is dead, I killed him, trying to rape your son, whom you have neglected to treat properly with the respect of a prince! You are no king, you are merely a coward.” The king growled and tried to lunge forward, but this time, a hand stopped him. 

The priest stepped forward, looking down to the page of the book. 

“This is the diary of the late queen of Daegu.” The man announced. “The last entry, dated the day before her untimely death reads, My time is near, I can feel it. And although I cannot tell anyone but my dear husband, I shall tell you, my dear friend who I have held since I was a young child, writing my secrets, my life, sealing them into your pages. Gun Hanuel is a coward and an evil man. He held me down and took me as his wife when I was not, and for that I will always be ashamed. He is a man who does not care for the sanctity of marriage, nor the pleas of an innocent woman. He has defiled me and stolen my vows of loyalty to my husband. 

I bore a child, yes, it is true. And I regret to say that it could be that vile man’s. But when I held my precious boy in my arms, I wanted to sob in relief. Through my pregnancy it was only fear and disgust. There were times when I was weak, when I wanted to kill the child inside of me, but I knew that it would be an insult to the gods. So to the gods, I decided to dedicate my life, giving them my very soul if need be. And they blessed me. 

For when I held my boy in my hands…

I knew that he could not be the result of what that monster had done to me. 

He was the result of my husband’s love and understanding. Of his forgiveness. 

Of holy matrimony.”

The priest stopped reading and silence befell the whole court. The king of Busan growled. “Fine then, you can have your precious king on your throne then, I don’t fucking care.” He finally smirked. “We Can just hold the trial for a different traitor.”