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The trembling clouds poured rain as if it were the blood, oh so was it easy to satiate the heart that growls for blood?

Thousands have passed on...

The drizzles fell on the blood-parched ground, trying to wake them. What of these soldiers? The war cry should have hinted at their sense of pride, alas! They were mere Silla soldiers. They have a prince; now they do. Had they had him earlier, would they have won the war?

The tales of Maehwa state that the Baekje never left the valuables untouched. No, never would they let go of their foes' breath.

The Baekje soldiers were relishing control of the now-ruined Silla. Like untamed hyenas, they hunted the whole town. Spare them the vicious words, for they are mere disciples. The feral fell dead at the command of their leader. They breathe war discipline – the loyal little dogs of Royal Baekje.

The powerful are not cognizant of the weak's will. And this, the Baekje military will never know. An army of suicide squads under the control of a ruthless maniac. He is restless, and not even the sky can contain him. He has the guts to do any hasty sins. Who can challenge him? When the one who doesn't fear death gets his hands on power, he is unstoppable. They must fear him, for the Silla adored their lives.

The rugged prince, the competent commander Kim Taehyung, must be feared.

Baekje had the power, an impeccable lust, to exploit Silla. The Baekje warriors were busy pushing slaves and transporting the statue. The golden statue of the prince, who in all glory, was inconsumable by power. He fought in the front line, and shed blood to inspire his army, a gale conjured by a single man.

However, what has been driving this man? You may be quick to assume that it's for the land, for superiority. Heck, he can do the bare minimum to fortify these. All he wanted was distraction and truce. The brilliant commander is a cyclone himself. Swirling up dangerous thoughts and actions, all he aches for is peace of mind. To pull the white satin cloth that brushes over him ever so gently each night. Each gruesome night, there was she.

She could be a ghost. Yet something about her was lively and oddly gratifying. Taehyung has seen her face once, maybe more than that, but ah! Whenever he wakes up, the memory of her radiant face escapes him. It all starts an hour and a quarter past midnight. The same satin white cloth brushes his face as if a soft hand was caressing him.

With so much ease, can he flutter his eyes open? The darkness was ever disappointing as the clouds moved, revealing her pristine face. Subtly silky lips and a round pair of eyes. Oh, how beautiful were they! All that Taehyung wanted to see was his reflection on them. Night by night, nothing changed the same ritual- with Taehyung waking up at midnight and him and her staring until he gets knocked down by sleep.

They could have been talking without words for more than hours, but oh! His subconscious mind contained him from knowing. Nothing changed except for her glossy eyes, which he has been seeing lately. When he was in Baekje, the eyes held tranquility, but now they were sad... and it flared within him.

A witch she could be, too. Taehyung has tried his very best to find her whereabouts, but only in vain.

She came today. And he had all the herbs that would not let him fall asleep. He held his breath as the wind flew, pushing the light yellow curtains, along with the white long cloth. Without a doubt, she was there for him.

Her petite legs held poise and grace as they took a step to the side. Taehyung visibly relaxed as he leaned on the bedpost. His eyes were that of a child looking at a sweet, while his mind was lusting to devour it.

She took another step, eyes staring at the devilishly handsome. Curling her toe, she brushed it on the floor, drawing a half circle. Bringing her hands that clutched a similar white floral cloth, she swung it daintily. The wind sang her song as she immersed herself in her little dance, swirling and moving along her place- swoosh! She advanced towards the bed.

Slowly crawling towards him as her hands draped the cloth and moved in rhythm while she, without him realizing, drew closer just enough to touch his face in an inch. He released the breath, which he didn't know how long he was holding.

The seductive young maiden had the leader tied in her arms. His hands slowly reached her face as he brushed a strand of hair away. The parted lips seemed to converse sonnets of something alluring.

Her long little fingers immersed inside the cloth she held. "ah!" she gasped as she was pushed to the bed with him on top of her. He breathed vehemently as if he would spit fire the moment he opened his mouth.

Drip. She felt something on her hand, and a shiver ran through her bones, jangling it as she felt goosebumps. Their eyes both traced down to the side of the waist that Taehyung's hand pressed on. It was indeed his hand clutched around a silver blade that now pierced his palm. The blood drew like branches of a cherry tree and fell on her bare waist.

She gasped again as her both hands were brought above her head, and her back arched towards him. Her eyes lingered on him longer as she tried to raise her hand that held the blade towards him. He held his hands and twisted her body facing front with his bare chest pressed on her back. In a swift, he pushed her arm that held the knife near her neck. He whispered, "Who are you?"

"A daring Silla woman who would come for your head again." She replied as she nudged her elbow strongly on his chest, and as soon as she felt free, she ran to the patio and jumped from the highest room of the Silla palace.

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Kat:

Are we liking this woman?

Prior warning, guys:  The story might be a lil confusing for the first six chapters since we got three main leads on board. Brace with me, xoxo