╰┈➤❝𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯❞

Nine months later, within the towering central palace, demon servants moved in and out of the imperial chamber.

Inside, the cries of the queen echoed, filling the halls. Lisa, the queen, gripped the silk sheets, her body trembling with pain.

"Slow, deep breaths, my queen. Stay calm," an infernal maid whispered, gently wiping Lisa's sweat-soaked forehead with a cool cloth.

"Where is my husband?" Lisa asked weakly, her face contorted with agony. Her voice, usually so strong, now trembled with fear.

"He's on his way, your majesty. We sent his raven to fetch him," the maid reassured her, her touch gentle on Lisa's swollen belly.

Another wave of pain tore through Lisa's body, forcing a scream from her lips.

She arched her back in anguish, her hair falling across the black silk pillows as her body tensed and then collapsed onto the bed.

"Please... hurry. I'm scared," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

Outside the chamber, Lisa's cries continued, each one sharper and more painful than the last, like a raw scream echoing through the palace.

"How is my mother?" asked Princess Jaeserin, Lisa's second daughter, her young face filled with worry. She looked up at the demon servant assigned to her, her hands clasped nervously in front of her.

"Please be patient, my princess," the demon said, bowing low, his goat-like legs trembling as he spoke. "Human births can take hours, even days."

Jaeserin bit her lip, her eyes darting toward the door. "I just want her to be okay," she whispered, her heart heavy with fear.

"I want to go to my mother!" Princess Jaeserin insisted, her voice trembling with determination as she stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the chamber doors.

The demon servant lowered his head respectfully, his voice calm but firm. "Princess, you must stay here. Your father, the king, has given strict orders for you to keep your siblings under control. He has just left for battle with the heavens."

Jaeserin's eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. "But my mother—she's in pain! I need to be with her."

The demon servant remained steady, though his goat legs trembled slightly. "I understand your concern, my princess. But your mother's safety is in the hands of the maids and midwives. Your father needs you to be strong here for your siblings. The king's orders are absolute."

Jaeserin swallowed hard, her chest tightening with frustration and helplessness.

She looked over at her younger siblings, their innocent faces filled with fear and confusion.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded, though her heart ached.

"Fine," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll stay. But please... make sure my mother is okay."

The demon servant bowed deeply. "I will, princess. I will keep you informed of any news."

Jaeserin clenched her fists at her sides, holding back her tears.

The sounds of her mother's cries echoed from the chamber, each one sending a pang of fear through her chest.

Her younger siblings clung to each other, their small bodies huddled together in confusion and worry.

She forced herself to put on a brave face, knowing her siblings needed her strength now more than ever.

"Come, sit with me," she said softly, kneeling down and pulling her brother and sister closer. "Mother will be alright. She's strong, just like us."

Her sister, Woori, sniffled and buried her face in Jaeserin's shoulder, while their younger brother, Seung, hugged Jaeserin's arm tightly, his wide eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Are you sure?" Byun asked in a small voice. "It sounds... really bad."

Jaeserin swallowed the lump in her throat, fighting the urge to rush to the door herself. "Yes, Byun. Mother has the best healers and servants with her. They'll take care of her."

As they sat together, Jaeserin's mind drifted back to the demon servant's words: Father is at war with the heavens.

A cold shiver ran down her spine.

She had always known her father, the king, was powerful—feared by the realms—but the thought of him fighting the celestial forces above filled her with both awe and dread.

She looked down at her siblings, so small and fragile, and made a silent vow. "I'll protect you both. No matter what."

The chamber doors creaked open slightly, and the demon servant stepped out, bowing low before Jaeserin. "Princess, the queen is still in labor, but everything is progressing as expected. The maids are doing all they can."

Jaeserin nodded, though her heart ached. "Thank you. Please let me know if anything changes."

The servant bowed again, retreating into the chamber. Jaeserin sat in silence, holding her siblings close, the sounds of battle and her mother's cries blending into one long, unbearable wait.

As the rival demon—Taehyung's cousin—appeared in the castle, his presence sent an uneasy chill through the air.

He lounged lazily on a couch made from Oni leather, swirling a black crystal cup in his hand. The thick, golden liquid inside glistened darkly, likely angel's blood.

"Why don't they just cut open her belly and take out the bastard?" The demon proposed casually, his voice dripping with indifference.

The servant nearby frowned in disgust, clearly shocked by such blatant disrespect.

The fallen angels loyal to the king snarled at the rival demon, their wings flaring in warning as if telling him to drop the subject.

"But, my lord... Lisa is your queen..." The servant stammered, his head bowed in confusion and fear.

For a moment, the demon stared at the servant, his gaze piercing. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled—an angelic, almost innocent smile.

For a brief second, the room seemed to hold its breath, expecting him to follow up with some calm, calculated words. But nothing could have been further from the truth.

In a flash, quick as a cobra's strike, the demon leaped from the couch and grabbed the servant by the throat. His grip was tight and cruel, cutting off the servant's breath instantly.

"Satan's whore means nothing to me," the demon spat, his voice cold and venomous.

With savage force, he slammed the servant's head against the obsidian floor. The crack of bone echoed through the hall, followed by a sickening silence.

The servant's lifeless body lay still, blood pooling beneath him.

Roars erupted from the other demons, accusations of treason flying through the air.

The soldier demons, loyal to Taehyung, drew their swords and spread their massive black wings, preparing to strike.

The tension in the room grew thick, on the verge of a violent clash.

But before the chaos could erupt, something darker, and more ominous began to materialize in the center of the room.

The air itself seemed to tremble, growing heavy with the weight of dark energy. Slowly, the huge, shapeless shadow took form, expanding in size and density.

Every sound ceased. The demon's arrogant smile faded, replaced with dread.

The shadow solidified into the figure of a fallen angel—a towering being with six mighty black wings and eyes burning with a terrifying red glow.

Red like blood, like fire, like hatred, like love.

No one dared move. The presence of this powerful being commanded absolute silence, his very aura filling the hall with an overwhelming sense of doom.

Even the rival demon, bold and reckless moments ago, stood frozen in place, his confidence shattered by the being's sheer might.

The demon's arrogance quickly dissolved into terror, his once smug face now contorting into a pitiful attempt at appeasement.

"S-Satan... I was only joking with your servant! I would never dream of insulting my sovereign, I—"

"Shut up," Taehyung commanded, his voice as cold and sharp as a blade.

That single word was enough to fill the rival demon with regret so deep it clawed at his soul. He wished, at that moment, that he had never been born.

Taehyung stepped forward, his black robes dragging through the pool of blood that soaked the floor, staining the edges.

He paused over the lifeless body of the servant, the crimson liquid still glistening beneath him.

Without a word, he raised his hand and dug his claws deep into his palm.

Dark blood welled up, dripping slowly from his hand and mingling with the blood of the fallen servant.

"Clean it," Taehyung ordered, his voice low and commanding.

The rival demon's eyes widened in horror.

"M-My lord, please!" He stammered, falling to his knees. "If you spare me, I swear, I will be the first to bow before your son and pledge my undying loyalty!"

But Taehyung's face remained unmoved, devoid of any flicker of mercy.

"Cleanse it," he repeated, his gaze cold and unyielding. "With your tongue."

The demon trembled, his whole body shaking violently as he understood the depth of Taehyung's command.

He knew there would be no escape, no reprieve.

Death would be a far kinder fate than the torment Taehyung could unleash.

With a shuddering breath, he lowered himself to the blood-soaked floor, his lips trembling as they neared the dark, viscous mixture of his master's blood and the dead servant's.

He paused, the taste of his humiliation bitter even before his lips touched the liquid. But he had no choice.

As his mouth met the blood, the hall was thick with silence, the weight of his disgrace pressing down on him like a crushing force.

The fallen angels stood as silent witnesses, their dark eyes watching as he fulfilled the grotesque order, powerless to stop it.

Taehyung watched with an emotionless stare, his towering presence casting a long shadow over the kneeling figure.

The prince, once full of bravado and arrogance, now knelt broken and defeated at the feet of the devil, the taste of blood heavy on his tongue.

The demon hesitated, but under the weight of Taehyung's command, he dipped the tip of his tongue into the dark mixture.

The moment the blood touched his tongue, the screams that erupted from him far surpassed the cries of the queen in labor. His tongue began to melt away, disintegrating like snow caught in a raging fire.

Desperate, he tried to rise, but Taehyung pressed his foot down hard on the demon's head, forcing him deeper into the pool of blood.

The demon writhed and convulsed, his body twitching uncontrollably as the corrosive liquid spread across his hands, stomach, and chest, burning him from the inside out.

In less than a minute, his screams faded into silence, his voice extinguished forever.

The hall was filled with a suffocating tension as Taehyung surveyed the scene, his crimson eyes glinting with a cold fury.

"Anyone else wants to try it?" he hissed, the malice in his tone palpable.

The other demons stood frozen, fear gripping their hearts. No one dared to speak or move, each one too terrified to meet the devil's gaze.

The once-proud rivals now felt the weight of their choices heavy upon them, their confidence shattered in the face of Taehyung's wrath.

Taehyung turned his gaze to the remaining servant, his expression hardening. "Where are the other prince and princess?"

The servant replied hastily, "At your command, we instructed Princess Jaeserin to look after the others. She refused to leave her mother's side."

Taehyung nodded, his brow furrowing with concern. "I don't want Jaeserin to see Lisa now, especially since she's also pregnant. It could affect her."

The servant hesitated. "It was sudden and unexpected... she is in labor."

Just then, a dark mist swirled in the hall, and Taehyung's three sons materialized before him, their forms emerging from the shadows.

"My king, everything is handled there," said Amoswon, the eldest prince, his voice steady. "I heard that Mother is in labor."

Taehyung met Amoswon's gaze and nodded. "Yes, I need to check on her. You three can go and join your siblings, but wait for me to return."

Leehan, the second prince, exchanged glances with Hajun, the youngest. "Are you sure you're alright, Father?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"I'll be fine," Taehyung replied, his tone firm yet reassuring. "Just look after each other and just take care of your siblings."

The princes nodded, their expressions shifting from worry to determination.

As they turned to leave, Taehyung felt a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. He would ensure Lisa's safety, no matter the cost.

As Taehyung entered the chamber, the air was thick with the intensity of labor. Lisa lay in bed, her body tense and glistening with sweat, the pain etched across her beautiful face.

A servant glanced up, relief flooding their expression. "My lord, you're here. Don't worry; we are handling it."

At that moment, a loud cry pierced the air. Taehyung's heart raced as he took in the sight before him. A boy, far too large to be a normal human baby, emerged into the world.

His wings, fully formed but still featherless, folded tightly against his back, twitching slightly at the sounds around him.

Lisa pressed a gentle kiss to his hairless, bloodstained head, her love radiating in the warmth of the room.

When Lisa finally noticed Taehyung, a radiant smile broke through her exhaustion, illuminating her face as if she were a beacon in the dark.

In that instant, Taehyung felt as though he were gazing at the sun, her joy lifting the weight of the world from his shoulders.

He moved to the edge of the bed, sitting close to her. "He's beautiful," Lisa whispered, her voice shaky but filled with wonder as she pressed her lips against their son's forehead.

"Of course he is," Taehyung replied, a proud smile spreading across his face. "He couldn't be anything less with such a genetic heritage."

His fingers brushed against their son's smooth forehead, a connection forged in that tender moment.

At the sound of his father's voice, the baby paused, his gigantic red eyes blinking open for the first time, fixing Taehyung with a curious gaze.

For a heartbeat, time stood still as father and son met each other's eyes. The world outside faded, leaving only the warmth of their bond.

Lisa watched the interaction, her heart swelling with emotion. The exhaustion of labor faded momentarily as she took in the sight of her family—her husband and their son, both destined for greatness.

"Look at him," she said, her voice trembling with joy. "He's already so strong."

Taehyung nodded, his heart filled with pride. "He will be a force to be reckoned with, just like his mother."

The atmosphere in the chamber shifted, filled with a sense of love and hope as they embraced their new reality.

Lisa kissed the baby gently on the cheek, her soothing touch immediately calming him. The infant, sensing the safety of his mother, nuzzled closer into her warmth.

With a soft smile, Lisa looked up at Taehyung. "What will you name him?" she asked, curiosity sparking in her eyes.

Taehyung gazed down at their son, his eyes soft yet filled with a sense of deep purpose. "Ryker," he said, the name rolling off his tongue with a sense of ancient power.

Lisa blinked, tilting her head slightly. "Ryker? What does it mean?"

Taehyung's expression darkened ever so slightly, as though the name carried a weight only he fully understood.

"Ryker is an ancient name, a symbol of strength and cunning. It's the name of a demon who governs skill, knowledge, and transformation," he explained.

His voice was steady, but there was a hint of reverence in his speech. "He will be strong, like his name. A protector, one who understands the balance between light and darkness."

Lisa studied Taehyung's face, feeling the gravity behind the name. "It suits him," she murmured, running her fingers gently over Ryker's tiny head.

She could already sense the power within him, the untapped potential that would one day bloom.

Taehyung nodded, his gaze unwavering. "He will grow to understand the weight of his name and the responsibilities it carries."

They sat in comfortable silence, watching their son as he drifted into a peaceful sleep. The baby's skin was a beautiful blend—not as pale as Taehyung's, yet not quite the peach hue of Lisa's.

His slightly parted, diaphanous lips resembled the delicate bud of a rose, a symbol of the life they had created together.

In that quiet moment, they both felt the weight of their love and the promise of the future that lay ahead, bound together by their child and the legacy they would build.

A sudden groan of pain escaped from Lisa's lips, cutting through the moment of tranquility.

The maid, who had been watching with a mix of melancholy and barely concealed jealousy, sprang forward and gently took Ryker from Lisa's arms.

Taehyung's gaze shifted to Lisa as he placed a clawed hand on her convex belly, feeling the tension ripple beneath his touch.

He remained still for a few moments, absorbing the gravity of the situation. "Why is she in labor again?" he asked, turning to the maid, who was desperately trying to calm the crying child.

"I do not know, my lord," she replied, her voice shaky. "The baby was born still wrapped in the amniotic sac. She has already expelled the placenta."

Her eyes were wide with concern as she glanced anxiously at Lisa, who writhed in pain on the bloodstained sheets.

Taehyung's hand moved lower, feeling the urgency beneath the surface. "There's another," he stated in a flat voice, the weight of his words heavy in the air.

Lisa's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could process this revelation, another wave of pain coursed through her body.

She screamed, her voice raw and desperate, echoing off the chamber walls.

"Why have you never felt his presence?" She gritted through clenched teeth, a single tear escaping down her cheek.

Taehyung remained silent, the unspoken turmoil swirling between them.

He had been caught off guard, grappling with the realization that their family was about to grow again in such an unexpected and tumultuous way.

The air was thick with tension, each moment stretching into eternity as they faced the chaos that lay ahead together.

Hours dragged on, each moment stretching into an eternity. Lisa felt her strength waning, every surge of pain leaving her more exhausted than the last.

In those final moments, she found herself unable to scream; the effort was too much. Suddenly, an unsettling silence enveloped the room.

She realized she hadn't heard any cries—not even the faintest whimper.

Though her body begged for rest, she propped herself up on her elbows, struggling to see past Taehyung's imposing figure that blocked her view. A deep, unspeakable despair gripped her heart.

"What's happening? Please, tell me." Taehyung pleaded, his voice trembling as he felt tears prick in his eyes.

"My queen is unconscious..." the maid replied grimly.

Ryker, sensing the weight of the moment, had also fallen silent, his gaze fixed on his twin sister, who lay motionless in their father's arms.

Unlike him, she had inherited Taehyung's raven hair and alabaster skin, a haunting contrast to the stillness surrounding her.

With a heavy heart, Taehyung gently placed the baby girl into the maid's arms.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead, his breath mingling with a desperate whisper of magic. He tried to activate her energy centers, willing her heart to beat again, to breathe.

For a moment, nothing happened. The room held its breath along with him. Then, miraculously, Lisa's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze meeting Taehyung's.

"Lisa!" he exclaimed, relief flooding his voice as he gripped her hand. The warmth of their connection ignited hope, and together they faced the darkness that had threatened to consume them both.

Lisa blinked, struggling to focus as the world around her came into view. Taehyung's face, etched with worry and relief, was the first thing she saw.

She could feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her, yet the warmth of his hand anchored her.

"Taehyung?" She whispered, her voice barely audible. Panic flashed in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a gentle smile.

"You're awake," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You gave us quite a scare."

As her senses sharpened, she turned to look at the small bundle in the maid's arms. The baby girl lay still, her raven hair glistening under the dim light.

A surge of maternal instinct rushed through Lisa, pushing her to sit up fully despite the pain.

"Is she...?" Lisa's voice trembled, fear creeping in.

"She's here," Taehyung assured her, his tone calming. "But we need to get her to you. You need to rest now."

With a careful hand, Taehyung reached for their daughter, gently placing her back in Lisa's arms.

As soon as the baby was cradled against her chest, Lisa felt an overwhelming wave of love and connection wash over her.

The tiny girl stirred slightly, her eyes flickering open to reveal bright crimson orbs.

"She's beautiful," Lisa breathed, her heart swelling with pride and relief.

But Taehyung's expression shifted, concern returning as he studied her. "You're still weak, Lisa. We need to focus on you."

"I can't," she said, a hint of determination creeping into her voice. "I can't let anything happen to her." The baby cooed softly as if sensing her mother's resolve.

The maid stepped closer, her own eyes glistening. "Your Majesty, if you're not careful—"

"I will be careful," Lisa interrupted her voice firmer now. "But I need to hold her. I need to bond with her."

Taehyung's gaze softened, understanding the depth of her need. "Then we'll do this together," he said, positioning himself beside her.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, offering strength and support.

As they sat together, the chaos of the world outside faded. Lisa looked down at her daughter, feeling the warmth of the tiny body against her.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. She was here, and so was Taehyung, united in their love for their children.

"Let's name her," Taehyung suggested his voice barely above a whisper.

Lisa nodded, a smile breaking through her exhaustion. "How about... Fierna? It means 'graceful,' just like she is."

"Fierna," Taehyung echoed, the name rolling off his tongue. "I love it."

As they gazed at their daughter, the bond between them deepened. They would face whatever challenges lay ahead together, as a family.

The instant the light bathed her face, the little girl's eyes fluttered open.

Taehyung felt a rush of emotions as he beheld the color—vibrant and bright—before they shifted to the crimson hue characteristic of their kind.

For a fleeting moment, he caught a glimpse of the reflection of Lucifer's eyes, sending a shiver coursing through his body.

He shook off the chill and cradled his daughter close, her delicate form warm against him. "Do you want to meet your mother?" he asked softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

Lisa's eyes widened with a mix of hope and trepidation as she watched Taehyung approach.

He gently brought the baby closer to her, ensuring their connection was seamless.

The moment their daughter was in Lisa's arms again, a wave of calm washed over the room.

"Hey there, little one," Lisa whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

The baby cooed softly, reaching out with tiny fingers that grasped at the air as if instinctively seeking her mother's touch.

Lisa leaned closer, tears glistening in her eyes. "You're perfect," she murmured, brushing her fingers against the baby's cheek. "Fierna... my beautiful Fierna."

As Lisa gazed into her daughter's eyes, Taehyung stood beside her, his heart swelling with pride.

The sight of his wife and daughter together was more than he had ever hoped for.

"Just like you," he said, placing a gentle hand on Lisa's back. "You both are."

In that moment, the trials they faced seemed distant. The bond they shared transcended the darkness surrounding them, filling the room with a light of its own.

Together, they formed a family, united in love and resilience, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.

As Taehyung stood up, he felt a sense of purpose surge within him. He walked over to the cradle, carefully lifting his son into his arms.

The baby nestled against his chest, small and vulnerable. Taehyung returned to Lisa, a proud smile stretching across his face.

"They both are twins? I didn't expect that," Lisa said, her eyes widening with delight as she took in the sight of her two children together.

"Yes," Taehyung replied, his voice warm with pride. "Two little miracles."

Lisa's heart swelled as she cradled Haeun in one arm and reached out to touch Ryker's tiny hand with the other.

"They're so beautiful," she breathed, a smile breaking through her exhaustion.

"Just like your mother," Taehyung said, his gaze softening as he watched her.

He felt a profound connection between them, a bond that transcended their trials.

The babies stirred slightly as if sensing the love surrounding them. Lisa's smile grew wider, her fatigue momentarily forgotten. "We did this together," she said, her voice filled with wonder.

"Yes, we did," Taehyung agreed, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude. "And I promise to protect them, to protect you."

With their children in their arms, they shared a moment of quiet joy, a promise of family and love that would guide them through the challenges ahead.

Taehyung gently took their twins from Lisa's arms, his touch careful but firm as he handed the newborns to the midwifery and maid.

"Clean them up," he ordered, his voice authoritative yet calm. "Prepare a bath for my queen."

The maid and midwife bowed slightly, carefully cradling the twins as they moved swiftly to carry out his instructions.

The room was still filled with the quiet energy of new life, but the weight of exhaustion in Lisa's eyes didn't go unnoticed by Taehyung.

Turning back to Lisa, Taehyung's expression softened. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering gently on her skin.

"You need rest," he said softly.

Lisa, though tired, smiled up at him with gratitude, her heart full. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Taehyung turned to the servants once more. "Inform my other sons and daughters that Prince Ryker and Princess Fierna have been born," he commanded. "Tell them I will meet them soon, but for now, their mother needs to rest."

The midwife nodded, leaving the room with the twins while the maid hurried to prepare a warm bath.

As the room quieted, Taehyung returned to Lisa's side, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You've done well," he murmured, his voice low and filled with pride.

Lisa closed her eyes, leaning back into the pillows, feeling safe in the knowledge that their family was growing stronger.

Taehyung's eyes softened as he looked at Lisa, his expression firm yet full of concern. "This is enough, Lisa," he said quietly but sternly. "You're not giving birth to anymore. It's too much now." His tone carried a mix of worry and command.

Lisa, her cheeks flushed, met his gaze and smiled softly. "My king, my life, I know you're worried," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "But I'm happy, and I'm fine."

Without another word, Taehyung bent down and kissed her gently on the lips.

His kiss lingered, full of love and unspoken emotion.

As soon as he stood, he lifted Lisa from the royal bed, cradling her in his strong arms.

In an instant, the room darkened around them, and the next moment they vanished into the shadows, reappearing in the royal bath—a vast chamber filled with blood-red water, dark energy swirling in the air.

The servants waiting there immediately bowed before the king. One of the maids spoke, her voice trembling with respect, "We were just about to finish, Your Majesty."

Taehyung, his tone commanding but calm, replied, "You may leave. Make sure everything is perfect in her room, and tend to my newborn twins. After Lisa has bathed, I want the rest of my children brought to her room—but not right now."

The servants bowed again, swiftly exiting the chamber.

As the door closed, the heavy air of dark magic hummed softly in the background.

Taehyung, still holding Lisa, gently lowered her into the bath, his eyes never leaving her, his concern masked behind his kingly composure.

"You mean everything to me," he whispered, as the dark waters swirled around them.

With a flicker of his magic, Taehyung made their clothes vanish, leaving only the warmth of his embrace.

The dark energy of the room pulsed in rhythm with his power as he gently lowered Lisa into the bath.

His hands, steady and deliberate, moved with care as he bathed her, the blood-red water swirling softly around her skin.

Taehyung's touch was both tender and healing. He poured his energy into her, a subtle golden glow radiating from his fingertips as he let his magic seep into every part of her being.

The tension in Lisa's body slowly eased, the aches from childbirth melting away under his careful ministrations.

He leaned in, pressing his lips softly to hers, and the kiss deepened, filled with unspoken devotion.

His mouth traveled across her skin, kissing and caressing her as if worshipping every inch of her being.

His tongue traced delicate paths, savoring her taste, his eyes never leaving her as he adored her completely.

Lisa's breath hitched as she felt his love in every movement, every touch.

The dark, swirling energy in the room felt almost intimate, binding them together as Taehyung cherished her, healing her body and soul.

He held her close, his voice a low whisper, "You are my queen, my everything."

Taehyung's hands roamed over Lisa's body with a blend of reverence and desire, his magic flowing through her with every caress.

The warm water rippled around them, thick with dark energy, but it felt like a cocoon of safety in his presence.

His fingers trailed down her arms, his lips following their path, kissing her shoulders, her neck, and the delicate curve of her collarbone.

He worshipped her with each touch, every movement deliberate as if she were a treasure meant to be cherished.

His hands, strong and sure, slid across her skin as he massaged away the strain of childbirth, pouring his healing energy into her with every stroke.

The golden light flickered at the edges of his fingertips, infusing her with strength.

Lisa sighed softly, her eyes half-closed as she leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth and power he offered her.

His lips moved lower, kissing and tasting every part of her, his tongue flicking across her skin, leaving a trail of adoration.

Each kiss, each lick, sent a shiver down her spine, not just from the sensations but from the deep love behind them.

"You are so precious to me," Taehyung murmured against her skin, his voice thick with emotion.

He kissed the swell of her belly, still soft from carrying their twins, before moving back up to meet her eyes, his gaze intense and full of devotion. "I will never let anything happen to you."

Lisa smiled, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks as she reached for him, her fingers tangling in his hair. "I know, my king," she whispered, her voice full of love. "I feel it every time you touch me."

Taehyung kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the connection between them.

His magic pulsed, filling her with warmth and vitality, making her feel whole and strong once more.

He adored her completely, his every action a silent promise of his devotion.

The darkness in the room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of their bond, growing stronger as they became one in their shared moment of love and intimacy.

Time seemed to slow in the royal bath, the world outside forgotten as Taehyung continued to worship her, his hands and lips tracing the curves of her body, healing, loving, and cherishing his queen.

After the bath, Taehyung rose gracefully, wrapping Lisa in his arms.

With a flick of his fingers, their clothes appeared, his loose royal robe draping over his broad frame while Lisa's robe mirrored his, soft and flowing.

In an instant, they vanished from the bath and reappeared in their royal chamber.

The room was immaculate, with fresh linens and fragrant incense filling the air.

Taehyung carefully laid Lisa down on the bed, tucking her in with gentle hands.

He glanced toward the two cradles beside the bed, where their newborn twins slept peacefully.

A sense of peace washed over him knowing his queen and their children were safe and resting.

Lisa sighed, her body tired but at ease under the comfort of their soft bed.

"They're beautiful," she whispered, her eyes heavy as she glanced at the twins. Taehyung smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

"They are," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But you need your rest too, my love."

Taehyung stood, his expression shifting from gentle husband to commanding king as he summoned his raven.

The dark bird appeared in an instant, bowing low before him. "My lord," the raven croaked respectfully.

Taehyung smiled, a flicker of pride in his eyes. "Announce to the kingdom that Lisa has given birth to my 11th and 12th children. A new prince and princess have arrived," he declared, his voice filled with the weight of his royal authority.

The raven nodded and disappeared into the shadows, ready to spread the news far and wide.

Taehyung returned to Lisa's side, sitting beside her as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

His gaze softened as he looked at her and their sleeping twins, a sense of deep satisfaction settling within him. His family was complete, and his heart felt full.

"Rest now, my queen," he whispered, brushing a kiss against her hand. "You've done more than enough."

Lisa stirred, her eyes still bright despite her exhaustion.

She glanced at Taehyung, who had just finished sending the raven away, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "I'm not ready to sleep yet," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. "I want to see them."

Taehyung turned toward her, his brows lifting in surprise.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, sitting back beside her on the bed. "You've been through so much, Lisa. You need your rest."

But Lisa shook her head, her gaze drifting to the cradles where their twins slept soundly. "I'll rest soon, but first, I need to hold them." Her voice was soft but determined.

Taehyung smiled, his heart swelling with admiration for his queen. Without another word, he stood and moved over to the cradles.

Carefully, he lifted their newborn daughter from her cradle, cradling the tiny princess in his strong arms before bringing her over to Lisa.

He placed the baby gently in Lisa's waiting arms, and her face lit up as she gazed down at the tiny bundle, her heart full.

"She's perfect," Lisa whispered, her eyes brimming with emotion.

She stroked the baby's cheek softly, her love for the child overwhelming.

Taehyung watched her, his heart full as he admired how naturally Lisa had taken to motherhood.

"She takes after you," he said with a chuckle, leaning down to kiss Lisa's temple.

Lisa smiled, her eyes never leaving the baby's face. "And her brother?" she asked softly.

Taehyung turned and lifted their son from his cradle, bringing him over to Lisa as well.

He gently placed him in her other arm, and Lisa let out a soft laugh, overwhelmed by the sight of both of her newborns together.

"They're everything," she murmured, glancing up at Taehyung. "We did this. Our family."

Taehyung leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers softly. "Yes, we did. And I couldn't be prouder."

Lisa nestled back into the pillows, holding both babies close.

Her earlier exhaustion seemed to fade as she marveled at her children, feeling their warmth and presence.

She wasn't ready to sleep just yet, not when her heart was this full, not when she had these perfect little beings in her arms.

Taehyung sat quietly beside Lisa, his hand resting gently on hers, watching the peaceful rise and fall of their newborns' tiny chests.

The room was filled with the warmth of family, a serene silence only broken by the soft coos of the twins.

It was a moment Taehyung wished could last forever, but he knew others were waiting to meet their new siblings.

He raised his hand slightly and summoned one of the maids. She appeared promptly, bowing before him. "Yes, my lord?"

Taehyung's voice was soft but commanding. "It's time. Call the other princes and princesses. They should meet their new brother and sister."

The maid nodded respectfully and quickly disappeared, her task understood. The air seemed to hum with anticipation, and Lisa, cradling the twins, glanced at Taehyung with a soft smile.

"They've been waiting for this moment," she said warmly.

Taehyung nodded, his heart swelling with pride. "They will love their new siblings just as much as we do."

Soon, the doors to the chamber opened quietly, and one by one, their other children began to enter, their faces filled with curiosity and excitement.

Amoswon, their eldest son, now 20 years old, entered first, his presence calm and composed as always. His regal bearing reflected the grace of his father, and he approached with a proud smile.

Behind him came Jaeserin, their 18-year-old daughter, her beauty and strength evident as she moved with a confident grace, her eyes bright with excitement.

Leehan, 16, followed her closely, his quiet demeanor giving way to a gentle smile as he looked at the twins in Lisa's arms.

Salome, 14 years old, bounded into the room with her usual enthusiasm, her youthful energy lighting up the space.

Hajun, their 12-year-old son, stayed close to Salome, his curiosity shining through his shy exterior.

Next came Lamia, 10 years old, her face lit up with wonder as she tiptoed closer to see the new babies.

Byun, just 8, followed after her, his small hands clasped behind his back as he tried to contain his excitement.

Mara, their 6-year-old, darted in next, her eyes wide with fascination as she peeked at the cradles.

Seung, 4 years old, toddled in after her, holding Mara's hand, his innocent smile lighting up his face.

Last was little Woori, only 2 years old, her tiny steps uncertain as she made her way into the room, her eyes filled with wonder at the sight of her new siblings.

As all the children gathered around the bed, Taehyung stood beside Lisa, watching with pride as they gazed in awe at the newborn twins.

Jaeserin was the first to speak, her voice soft as she leaned closer to Lisa. "They're so small, mother," she said, her eyes filled with admiration.

Lisa smiled at her daughter. "Yes, they are, but they will grow just as strong as all of you."

Amoswon stepped closer, his calm presence filling the space as he glanced at Taehyung. "They're perfect, father," he said with a soft smile.

Taehyung nodded, his heart full as he looked over his children. "You all now have two more siblings to protect and love. They will look up to each of you as they grow."

Salome reached out to gently touch one of the twins' tiny hands, her eyes wide with wonder. "I can't wait to play with them."

Hajun, standing beside her, nodded quietly, a rare smile spreading across his face. "We'll take care of them, father."

Lisa watched her children, her heart overflowing with love. "I know you will. You all make us proud every day."

Taehyung wrapped his arm around Lisa's shoulders, pulling her close. "Our family is complete," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

As the children gathered closer around the bed, the room filled with warmth, the bond of family stronger than ever.

It was a moment Taehyung and Lisa would never forget—one where their legacy continued, surrounded by the love and joy of their children.

The room was filled with the gentle murmur of excitement as all the children gathered around their parents, gazing in awe at the tiny newborn twins nestled in Lisa's arms.

Lisa, though tired, radiated joy as she watched her children crowd in, each one expressing their love and curiosity in their own way.

Amoswon, the eldest, stood at the edge of the bed, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed at the newborns.

His calm and regal demeanor mirrored that of his father, yet there was a softness in his eyes as he smiled down at his new siblings. "Mother," he began, his voice deep and steady, "they are truly a blessing."

Lisa beamed at her eldest son, pride swelling in her chest. "Thank you, Amoswon. You've always been a wonderful brother. I know you'll continue to guide them."

Amoswon nodded, casting a glance at Taehyung, who stood proudly by his side. "I will make sure they are always protected," he promised, his words carrying the weight of his responsibility as the eldest.

Jaeserin, standing beside him, leaned closer to her mother and the twins, her eyes soft with adoration. "They're so beautiful, Mother," she whispered, gently stroking the cheek of the newborn princess. "I can already see a bit of father in them."

Taehyung chuckled softly at her comment, his hand resting on Lisa's shoulder. "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or a concern," he teased, his eyes twinkling.

Jaeserin giggled, shaking her head. "A compliment, father. They're perfect."

Leehan, their 16-year-old son, moved in closer, his quiet demeanor barely concealing the awe he felt as he looked at the twins.

"I'll teach them everything I know," he said softly, his gaze lingering on his new siblings. "And I'll make sure they grow strong."

Salome, bouncing on her feet with excitement, couldn't hold back any longer. "When can we play with them?"

She asked eagerly, her youthful energy filling the room with joy. "I'll teach them all my favorite games!"

Lisa laughed softly, stroking Salome's cheek. "Soon, my love. But for now, they need to rest. You'll have plenty of time to play with them as they grow."

Hajun, the shy 12-year-old, stood quietly beside Salome, his hands tucked into his pockets. He offered a small smile, his voice soft but sincere. "I'll help too, mother. I'll make sure they have everything they need."

Lisa's heart melted at her children's kindness and devotion. She glanced at Taehyung, who looked at her with the same adoration in his eyes.

Their family had grown, and the love they shared filled the room in waves.

Lamia, only 10, approached next, her small fingers gently touching the blanket that covered the twins. "They're so tiny," she said in wonder. "I want to hold them."

Taehyung knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Soon, Lamia. You'll have plenty of time to bond with them. They'll need all of you as they grow."

Byun, their 8-year-old son, stayed close by, peeking over Lamia's shoulder. "I bet they'll be fast runners like me," he said with a grin, already imagining playing with his younger siblings in the future.

Mara, with her wide eyes and eager smile, nodded enthusiastically. "And I'll tell them stories before bed!" she declared, already envisioning herself taking on the role of a storyteller for her new siblings.

Taehyung chuckled, gently ruffling Mara's hair. "They're lucky to have such wonderful brothers and sisters."

Seung, just 4 years old, clung to Mara's hand, his innocent gaze fixed on the twins.

"Can they talk yet?" he asked in a small voice, his curiosity shining through his youth.

Lisa smiled warmly at her youngest son before the twins. "Not yet, Seung, but soon they'll be talking and laughing with all of you."

Finally, little Woori, only 2 years old, toddled closer, her tiny hands reaching out toward the babies.

Lisa leaned down slightly, letting Woori touch her new siblings' blankets gently. "Babies," Woori said in her sweet, innocent voice, causing everyone in the room to smile.

Taehyung knelt to pick up Woori, holding her close.

"Yes, little one. You're a big sister now," he said softly, kissing her forehead.

The room felt whole, filled with the love and warmth of a family that had grown even stronger with the arrival of the new prince and princess.

Lisa, holding the twins close, felt an overwhelming sense of peace as she looked at all her children, their faces filled with joy and excitement.

Taehyung stood beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder as he gazed at the scene before him—his family, his legacy.

He had everything he could ever ask for.

Lisa leaned her head against Taehyung's side, whispering softly, "We've built something beautiful."

Taehyung kissed the top of her head, his voice full of love as he replied, "Yes, we have, my queen. And it will only continue to grow."

The family lingered in the warmth of the moment, united by their love for one another and the new life that had joined them.

Jaeserin, standing next to her father, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer.

The joy of seeing her new siblings had momentarily distracted her, but a lingering question was still on her mind.

She glanced at Taehyung, her brow furrowed in mild frustration as she asked, "Father, why didn't you let me into the chamber when Mother was in pain? The servant told me it was by your order."

Taehyung, who had been observing his children with quiet pride, let out a soft chuckle at his daughter's inquiry.

He turned to her, his face softening into a fatherly smile, though his tone remained serious. "Jaeserin, my dear, there is a reason for everything. You are with a child, and the energies in that room are intense—too intense for you to be near. I couldn't risk anything happening to you or the baby."

Jaeserin's hand instinctively went to her rounded belly, her eyes widening in realization. She hadn't thought about how her presence might have affected the energy in the room.

"But I wanted to help," she murmured, her voice softer now, touched with understanding yet still carrying a hint of disappointment.

Taehyung's expression softened further, and he stepped closer to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I know you did, my daughter. Your heart is pure, and your love for your mother is strong. But sometimes, protecting you means keeping you away. The clash of your own energy with your mother's in such a vulnerable state could have caused harm. Not just to her, but to you and the life growing inside you."

Jaeserin's eyes met her father's, the weight of his words sinking in.

She hadn't thought about how her pregnancy might have affected the situation, and now she realized her father had been acting out of care and caution for both her and the baby.

She nodded, her frustration melting away. "I understand now, Father. I didn't think about the energy..."

Taehyung smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I'm proud of you for your strength and for being here, even when I know you were worried. But remember, your well-being is just as important to me as your mother's. I need you to take care of yourself, Jaeserin."

Before Jaeserin could respond, Amoswon, her older brother, stepped forward with a firm, protective presence.

His deep voice cut through the room as he spoke, "Yes, Father. I will make sure she's taken care of."

He glanced at Jaeserin with a mix of brotherly concern and responsibility. "You don't need to worry about her, Father. I'll protect her and the baby."

Jaeserin shot Amoswon a small, grateful smile, though she couldn't resist a playful roll of her eyes. "I don't need a guard watching over me every second, Amoswon; I am fine, love," she teased gently, but there was affection in her voice.

Amoswon merely raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a small smile. "Whether you want it or not, love, you're stuck with me."

Taehyung's laughter echoed softly in the room, a deep sound full of warmth.

He looked at his eldest son with pride. "I know she's in good hands with you, Amoswon. But it's not just her well-being you're responsible for—soon, you'll have more children to look after."

Amoswon nodded solemnly, his gaze briefly flicking to the sleeping newborns. "I'm ready for the responsibility, Father."

Jaeserin, though touched by her father and brother's protectiveness, couldn't help but smile at how serious they were being. "It seems I'm more important than I thought," she said with a lighthearted tone, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Taehyung grinned, leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead. "You've always been important, my dear. Every single one of you is."

Lisa, who had been quietly watching the interaction, smiled at the sight of her husband and children bonding.

Her heart swelled with love as she reached out for Taehyung's hand, squeezing it gently.

"Thank you for taking care of all of us," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion.

Taehyung turned toward her, his gaze tender as he squeezed her hand in return. "It's my greatest honor, my queen."

He looked around at all their children, a sense of peace and fulfillment settling over him.

The room was alive with love, and in that moment, everything felt complete.

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