Kat: Read the disclaimers and notes about the book in the chapter- Myrah Sanchez before you proceed on to reading this. I know a few of you guys must have skipped the epigraph, but the spice it contains- dayum, you should be acknowledged of it ;) 

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Myrah pov

Hmm... a new life, an updated me. The new Queen of Joseon married King Park Jimin yesterday. Society proved to be a letdown to me. The thing which disappointed me the most was that they voluntarily pushed themselves into the pits. I thought as I smoothened my stunning red hanbok. The gold needlework designs were breathtaking which flattered me enough.

I stood upon the high-raised arena with my maids. The wooden platform also hosted the great King Park Jimin himself and the last Queen Dowager Soo Min Seong. Queen Dowager Min Seong is Jimin's stepmom, a mid-aged lady with beautiful features. Evergreen as ever with her long eyelashes that captured her small eyes, her face held a tight smile. Jimin also has a younger stepbrother who has left the kingdom for a while.

I knew what I was getting myself into. Jimin has this reputation of being a cold yet witty Emperor. Jimin's father, the late King Park Hunyeol united all the disintegrated provinces and formed Joseon. The supremacy of the Park clan made it effortless for them to raise to the throne.

When Hunyeol died in his 30s, Jimin was only 3 years old. Queen Dowager took the lead of the kingdom, yet turmoils and uprisings stirred the quiet nation. Jimin then ascended to the throne at 14. Jimin took diligent and rabid actions to quell them all, but the crises didn't quit there. When nature struck the kingdom with drought, his able verdicts pertained to trade and tolls let the kingdom go on with a small blow.

Jimin barely showed any interest in yesterday's ceremony, nor did I expect either, he hasn't spoken to me still. He left for the palace that very evening, I reached there only by this morning.

The wedding took place silently, only today people have gotten the opportunity to meet their Queen, that is me, bless their luck. I don't have to do anything except stand near Jimin, who was in all his glory, with his black robe, as he proclaimed a speech,

"...The soldiers of the west wing, Gangwon- Do will receive the honor..." his voice slowly faded away as a result of losing my interest. I let my eyes wander through the crowd that stood in front of me, commoners and merchants composed the most, the Nobles stood in front along with the General Ministers, a few caught my sight and snickered as they lifted their lips to a dirty smirk. Oh dear, I can't wait to give them what they want, I said to myself.

My eyes couldn't rest until they saw what my heart wanted, the one who didn't stop gazing at me, at the very back, behind a few miserable commoners stood him, the man who invaded my heart. He was elegant as ever, his beautiful brown eyes held a similar ache, and a single drop of tear fell on his cheeks as he smiled bitterly.

I was clear, what my head wants is not what my heart wants. It's such a waste to have such a vulnerable organ... if only I could destroy it with my very own hands. Yet my emotions abstained to stay calm and away from him. My Jungkook is still so delicate, I noted against my want to not worry about him, forcing myself, I looked away from him.

I should take a rest, I told myself as I entered my palanquin, which followed behind Jimin who rode ahead on his horse. The day isn't full yet, but eventually, I will have to meet Jimin more often if we are going to sleep together.

*

It was already late evening, and I was given dinner in my private cuisine as soon as I reached the palace. I half expected my mother-in-law to join me, but she didn't. I had very little and entered the room that was entitled to me after the change of clothes. The room was enormous. It had our bed, a few closets, and a gold lantern above a wooden table that distributed warmth.

I sat on the silk sheet and made myself comfortable, folding my legs, bringing my knees to my chest level, and circling my hands around it. I lowered my gaze down to the floor and waited for my husband to arrive like the good wife I am going to be.

I heard the wind, detracting myself from thinking about Jungkook. All this time of endeavor and frequent bash of my past, my soul naturally grew black, and all of my emotions perished, except for the crazy resentment and revenge only to reappear.

It's not love but sympathy I feel for him, or if only things didn't take a turn out of blue, pushing us into extremes. Did he deserve it? Perhaps. I don't regret it or want to regret it.

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The sliding door opened, revealing Jimin in his light clothes, his hair was raised into a high pony, I watched him in silence as he kept a small saber upon a wooden cabinet and laid down, soon drifting to a profound slumber as if I didn't even exist.

What does he insist? My hands itch at the sight of blades, and my heart howls to spill blood and mitigate my temper. Should I stab him to death? I pondered. Seriously assimilating things in my hand.

No... not yet. Let's settle for a better opportunity, Myrah. I told myself.

I sat still as I observed his face, a possible way to annihilate Jungkook from my waves of thought. His breathing was steady, his face held a strange serenity, and his breath slowly brushed his plump lips. I wonder how much it takes to make it deter.

I don't have anything against him until now. How dare he not spare a glance at me! If it had been better times I would be like, "excuse me.. have you seen anyone so ethereal like me?" but I resisted saying so. I have never been so better than now. Glad that he is not inquisitive to cross paths with me or else I would have to take the arduous decisions. Heaving a sigh, I let my sleep consume my exhaustion and hatred.

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Hanbok: [traditional Korean attire]

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