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Myrah's pov (Continuation)

"Nothing... except for my unfortunate uncertainty afflicting not only mine but also my dead companions. As the prince, I was not permitted to converse with any ignoble birth. Under the regime of my stepmom, none did. And the one I spoke with too, was exterminated. I then returned to the capital and took a force of the kingdom.

What shall I say? Should I laugh or cry? My life so far has been forlorn until now that I have you.

"My story is dull, isn't it? Tell me, Myrah, do you love me?"

I don't.

"I do. You are my everything. I feel frankly awful to not be with you when you ached for a mate, elucidates your poor socialism, and your clutch and close faith in your family. You were driven too, Jimin."

All you wanted was to be loved, you have bedazzled yourself to centralize on who should treasure you and whom to convict, my boy.

"What about your family, Myrah? I have not encountered them up until, shall we meet your father the day next? You must have missed them," he asked.

My family? Yes.

"I do, I miss my dad. He has been unhealthy for all these years. He has retired from his aristocratic status, and my brother is in charge of it."

"I have heard of your brother, although I would love to see him one day," he trailed off. Of course, you know him! Namjoon must have informed you.

"I miss him so bad. Jimin... can we go to my household on the day of Chuseok? Please?" I asked as his crescent moon eyes closed, with a brief smile on his face, he nodded.

How do I pity this man? I waddled his hair and played with his downy soft hair.

"My brother will be visiting the border today. I will go there to welcome my dear brother. Would you fancy coming with me? My Queen?"

"I am afraid I will not be able to, Jiminaah. I should be here to take care-" a bitter taste pooled in my jaws as I felt something gushing from my gut.

I closed my mouth as I stood up. I scampered to the door as my mouth gagged, trying to push it all out of my abdomen. I grunted painfully as Jimin came near me. I groaned again, unable to hold myself, and I vomited on the rug. Holding my chest, I bend down.

Jimin held my forehead from the back. "It will be alright," he whispered as I felt the burning spice rise to my nose. I puked more. And then raised my head, Jimin soothingly stroked my back as my maid came inside,

"Bring hot water and a towel," he mandated. In a few seconds, my maid returned with it.

Jimin made me sit on the bed and dabbed my face with the wet towel. I took lengthy breaths. Jimin brought the cup of warm water to my lips, and I drank it slowly.

"I will go call the doctors," he disclosed as I held his hand.

"No, you have to receive your brother. I can take care of myself."

"You can't."

"Jimin...."

"Myrah, at least let my mother be with you," he compelled as I sighed and lay on the bed. Jimin softly pressed his lips on my forehead. "Take care," he muttered and left.

After a few minutes, the doctor came in and examined me. With a few tonics, I felt my energy rushing back in. I didn't want this to stop my pace. I brought myself up to train my sword skills.

The court was deferred. From morning, I didn't leave the grounds. My hands held the hard hold of the rapier as I combated with a few soldiers. My blade tore the air as I forced myself to withstand it for a long time. Welding back my energy, I tackled the sticking-around guard, easily tossing the sword out of his hands as he kneeled.

I groaned in pain as my belly clenched. I threw the sword and strolled to the fort, I was ravenous as fuck.

One cup of Gukso later...

Three cups of Gukso later...

"Bring me another cup, Ri-ma."

"Enough Myrah. You have eaten too much!" Ri-ma remarked as I scowled at her.

"I don't know Myrah. I am getting very starved these days."

"Slow down, slow down Myrah. Don't choke and die," a voice creaked from the corner. The great Queen Dowager Min Seong entered the room.

"This can't kill me, Min Seong," I uttered back as I slurped.

"You have dazed Jimin with your clown face. No wonder he is dumb," she commented.

"I would say too if he had chosen you over me, Seong."

"Just wait until my Wook comes. He will tear your thick skin apart."

Wook, her son. Jimin's dear little brother. A piece of ass, from the womb of a shit.

"Yeah? Why does everyone reckon to get under my clad? No wonder you have brought up a man whore," I commented and took my sword that was placed by Ri-ma.

I shoved it front, near her neck, taunting her. "You. Better take care of yourself." I swished the sword that moved down, pulling down the pearls, and scattering them as her chain's thread hung around her neck. Should I strangle her?

"Until then, goodbye. Don't miss me more," I spoke and exited the practice grounds again.

The same day, I realized that Jimin was not cold to me but oh boy! He was awkward!

At least the times in the foreign country taught him good sense.

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I rejected to meet anyone, anymore. Until the moon flowered, I profused in sweat. My apparel all thick and wet, I dragged myself to my wash.

My quarters barely had any maids at that time, there were no soldiers either. I sighed and entered my washing mega hall.

The wooden slabs around a warm spring, with the fresh smell of Jasmine and fog, I breathed in ecstasy.

The leaves whistled along the wind as I heard someone, turning back I saw her.

Min Seong was seated on a couch with her legs on my seat. She stared at me lazily, who shut the door.

Wrath has blinded you. Never supposed I would kill you this soon.

"Not so soon. A single mum, a Queen with no King. How do you think I retained on the ground? Forty-five years of venture. Forty-five years of warfare. You wouldn't think that less of me, would you?" she asked as she raised her sword.

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[Gukso: Noodles]

[Chuseok: Korean thanksgiving day.]

Kat: Hope this chapter helps you understand Jimin and helps you feel bad for him and his love. Jimin's past is vast, more of it will be included later.

Does Myrah feel sympathy? You tell me...

In the next chapter, let's get some speed, sorry if this and the previous chapters were dull/boring.