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Myrah pov:

"You useless wench," I harangued as I threw the scalding tea at a lady.

The porcelain dashed to pieces onto the ground as the woman breathed vehemently.

"Eyes down," I pressed as I scrutinized the lady, gripping her hands together, hindering her tears.

"Kneel." my voice creaked as she grasped my leg, begging. I yanked her away, and my other servants snagged her.

One fetched a short metal rod, the harsh side of it, red as the blaze. Freshly burnt. The lady squirmed as my maids held her firmly, my bare hands held the steaming rod. It wasn't that burning at the place I held it, although hot adequately to redden my hands, I brought it to her face, her forehead.

She shrieked in ghastliness as the flock of birds flew away, and she let out a lousy cry when I scarred her forehead.

Moving back, I smiled. Festive with my lettering, "Traitor."

I hummed as they let her go, sprinting out of my quarters. Groaning, I washed my hands in the icy water.

"Why would you do that Myrah?" Ri-ma asked, jolted.

"Why should I not?"

"Don't you think it's too much?"

"So?"

"You just victimized a woman just cause she eavesdropped on you conveying to your maid."

"So?"

"You can't just punish anyone irrationally more over penalize the Queen Dowager's court lady. Queen Dowager wouldn't give up as such."

"Ah! That old piece of an ass. Ri-ma, refute all her submissions to meet me. Make certain it doesn't stretch out to Jimin until I say so. Even if... I'll take care of it."

My stomach grunted, am I starving? I just had bowls of food. I wondered as I sauntered along the corridor. My hands clenching my abdomen, I walked uncomfortably.

As I turned to the path directed to the courtroom, I spotted Namjoon.

It has not been more than 3 days since his kiddo died. Poor man! What is he doing here?

"Greetings," he conversed hard. Why didn't he attend to me as the Queen? I stared at him, empathy left behind.

"Hello?" he called again.

"Hello, Namjoon. How are you?" I asked, chugging down the humility.

"Myrah... Myrah, Myrah." I darted at him, gritting my teeth, before I could reply, he neared me and spoke.

"Myrah Sanchez," he whispered lowly.

No one has called me a Sanchez. Less than three people know it. Now he knows.

I shrugged my light stupefaction and spoke.

"Myrah Sanchez Park," I reminded him. "I am a Park. Myrah Park."

He sniggered, "Let's see how long it lasts, Ms. Sanchez. I will bring your case to light on how you got yourself the title, 'Queen,'" I shut down my eyes, decompressing the seethe.

No one can call me Sanchez, the word Sanchez is so monstrous and horrendous to hear. I would rather kill myself than be called a Sanchez.

I shoved him away and left for the courtroom. If I have to accomplish something, I better do it quickly.

The day went downhill, from the pot to the frying pan, I was desperate for a stress buster. A stress-releasing plaything, does it exist?

Why concern? When do I have Jimin? Today, more than ever I was keen to get to bed with Jimin.

My dear bed, my mattress felt so welcoming than my food that I skipped my dinner and hurried to bed. The sun was gleaming hot, evenings grew humid. It may shower, and chillness will appear again, but for now? I detested even the touch of the fabric on my skin.

I quickly removed my upper clothes. "Myrah," I heard Jimin calling, I was shocked, it was an understatement. He came early today!

"Jimin, I am changing my clothes, come back later," I urged as I hurried up, pulling the clad when Jimin opened the door consequently.

"Jimin!" I cried and pulled my garb up,

"What? You speak as if I had never seen you naked!"

"But-" I sighed.

"Jimin, I feel shy and umm... embarrassed, please," I implored as I managed to push him out.

Blowing the hair that fell upon my face, I muttered, "What a pain in the ass!"

All this happened within five minutes, damn!

*

"Hey, you can come in," I called, after checking myself.

I heard him murmur as he came into the room, I bent down and picked up the clothes to fold them as I watched him plop on the bed and suggest,

"You don't have to do that"

What else should I do? Stand and watch you?

Sighing, I placed the folded clad on top of a table and plopped myself near him.

The large teak brown roof above glimpsed elegant with its deep carvings but how long should I stare at it?

Neither did he speak nor did I, we were mulling over the silence, and he was comfortable, not me.

The sudden awkwardness was awkward.

Was it caused by the sudden appearance, or am I still not used to his presence?

"Jimin," I softly called as he hummed to my reply again.

"Jimin, I am inquisitive," I spoke as he cracked up lightly, he turned towards me and asked, "What are you interested in?"

"You. Your boyhood and your life up until our marriage."

He glanced back at the ceiling and sat up to lean on the bed head. His fingers ran through my strands and I got goosebumps. My body goes feral out of my custody whenever our skins encounter and I am no more stunned by it. I can't control my body but I can control my mind.

"Where shall I start?"

"Uhm. When you were a kid?"

"Long story Myrah. How bout a song?"

You can sing?

"No. I want to know you Jimin," I let out and moved near him.

"When I was 5, my mom died. My mom was a sweet, gorgeous fairy, Although I have faint recollections of our time together, I have seen her fetching eye smile and when those eyes teared up.

"My father was an angel to the people, a demon to us. My mum was suffering from an enormous mental break, she couldn't stand against him both sane and insane. In the end, haha," he cackled.

"She killed herself. Is dying that easy? Leaving me behind? I abhor her for it. My dad married my stepmom. Bless the stars, my stepmom never despised me, though she talks less, her efforts speak a lot.

"She took great care of the kingdom when dad left her widowed, she carried the kingdom on her shoulders for 20 years. Inside she was largely affected by his demise, so she uttered less with everyone. She sent me far out to study.

"I left when she asked me to go and not my little stepbrother. She wished for her blood to soothe her, I thought. So I gladly left the country." Jimin paused his talk and was lost in his world, blanketing a cold and melancholic sad ambiance.

"Jimin, what happened when you were away?" I asked.

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A/n:

Clears throat. Let's say... No, let me say that every kill that is directly linked with Myrah is a phase in the book. One is already accomplished... Never mind, I am blabbering the spoilers...

 Poor Myrah, even she had to fasten the pace of her plot, as now she has less time left.