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Near the front gates of Silla fort, walked a man with a great pious and conniving mind. The wind blew obnoxiously as if it were trying to warn the man from penetrating the Silla grounds. His face was stoic, and his arms had the strength of an elephant. He is an unfathomable individual, and he is Yoongi Min of the Min clan.

Two troops make up the Baekje force. One by the General, and the latter by the Prince. The war against Silla was led by the Prince and was assisted by the General. Yoongi and many other high-clan born were the trivial ones who were headed by Taehyung.

Yoongi is a key to Baekje politics. His fox bead eyes have always intrigued the Prince. Those eyes were tended with curiosity and enough determination to solve semblances that a freak himself can't resolve.

A devoted variety that the wolves themself grew, a striking armor of the Prince was set onto spying this witty one. He goes by the name Jimin Park. Oh, was Jimin the most charming man in the whole of Goguryeo. An unofficial soldier, who has conquered several missions on notes and some women off.

Jimin was awaiting the time he gets to serve the future King himself- to stand before the commander and die for him. He was also more than inquisitive about the Prince's interests in this clan head who was quarreling and pestering the oldest clan head in the army. The oldest had less than a few years to live, yet he stood like an iron pillar. Jimin, who was hiding and examining them, had to move closer to know what made the older strangle the young lad.

"Harabeoji, ow. Let go!" Yoongi yelped as Jihyeok beamed,

"Look who you called an old man! My heart will beat as long as the throne wishes to. Until then, not even the Prince can kill me"

"Your loyalty is tied to the throne. It's comical yet amusing since the Prince will festoon the Royal throne in a few months," said Yoongi.

"The Prince can't- no, never mind. We don't speak Politics, Yoongi. You are inattentive to our Great King. He won't offer the kingdom so soon. Not to Arkae Taehyung. The Prince got himself quite a name." The older chuckled.

"Yes. But you will never know Harabeoji. The tales of Maehwa don't go like this. "

"Maehwa? Are you writing your adaptation of the story? And quit calling me an old man. Before you know it, your skin will be fed to the vultures. Oh my, look at the sky. Our soldiers might as well be on a killing spree, routing any being on their way. "

"Adaptation? No. I would call it careful speculation. And... Yes. What less do you expect from the royal army led by Arkae himself? "

"The Prince is the greatest leader of Baekje history. It would be an honor to serve him if he were to be the King. No wonder- only a fanatic can lead a group of fanatics; And speculation? Do humor me, Yoongi. Who am I? The old hobo that steals away the Princess?"

"A hobo you can be, haraboji; But stealing the princess? That you can't do when Silla has hidden her. Besides, the tales of Maehwa do not just go around the Prince and the Princess. That's ludicrous. Our dear Prince would lead as Suho Rujin in my story."

Jimin's face blazed as he heard the name. If he was not a spy, he would have knocked Yoongi to death. How can the Prince be so implicated in him when this sick bastard pays no respect? The Prince must hear of this, he thought. Jimin scoured the place and retired into the desolate junction that was brewing sand.

What he failed to see was that a woman was standing a few meters from him, who was also supposedly listening to their talk. But the supposed woman caught the eyes of Yoongi. She could have run if she wanted to and it amused Yoongi when she didn't.

After Yoongi parted from the man, he walked towards her with long strides. The woman wore a long red robe that also covered her head. Her lips were salt dry. She looked exhausted, but not he, who can mistake the rage in her eyes. She was waiting for me, Yoongi noted. Then swiftly he noticed her eyes jolt as they drew from him to the street behind.

She took a quick run and Yoongi followed as she ran like a ghost. Her steps were fragile as if she was floating. Yoongi soon lost her as he came across a huge street that spread like a labyrinth.

He then took the road to his right. His legs halted when he noticed her standing at a corner of a house by the rails and his feet slowly dragged him near. He noticed her hair, which was undone; it flowed along with a long white cloth in the air. Her hands hastily grabbed the cloth and tucked it into her tattered red robe. Yoongi had an epiphany that the robe was spread out over her pearl-white floral cloth.

Can you call it intuition or destiny that led them together? Yoongi, for once, was sure to take the arduous lady with him. The lady quickly held his hands and ducked down, when they heard the heavy steps of the soldiers walking past them behind the railings.

Yoongi's other hand caught her wrist as she left her grip. He pushed her to the corner as he whisper-asked, "Well, is this not the woman Taehyung has been hunting all along? "

"... Yes. It's Ra-el. Yu Ra-el." 

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Kat: didn't expect such a quick revelation, aye?

ahem... guys, I hope everything is making enough sense. Don't tryna think too much and let the story flow. Trust the process- I guess.