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(Continuation)

Namjoon's pov:

I clenched my fist when I was asked to bring her to court. She should have been deported to hell, right at the very moment for trying to harm Queen Dowager and for slaughtering my family. Jimin has surely lost my admiration as he still loves her. Is it him or her? Who is more pathetic?

As my men held her by her shoulder, to support her to stand, she fell on the ground unconscious. What now? Another scheme? I kicked her body which was near the hub of the pool and watched her fall into the pool.

As she heaved a huge puff, sensing the cold water around her, her breath gurgled through the water. Gasping, she gradually walked out.

"Take her to the King," I mandated and hurried to leave since if I stood in place the same as hers, she wouldn't be standing alive.

Jimin POV:

My eyes welled with tears, like a bore, it fell into endlessness, I couldn't accept this treachery at all. I didn't want to cry, no. A king doesn't cry but in the end, I too am a mere human.

A thousand venomous arrows struck my mind. My breathing was exacerbated as I hitched and cried, like a spring the warm tears scorched my skin. My pulse was abnormal, no words were forced out between my jagged breaths, and even when I shut my eyes, reflecting me, all it came back to was her face. I would never be able to forget this ever.

I felt so powerless and pained, chafing my eyes, I stood firm as she came into the courtroom.

Her pale drenched body shivered in the air, how can I ever abhor someone like her? Silly.

"Jimin," she called. Riling my blood, I sparked, "You have lost consent to call me by my name, Myrah," I seethed, my red eyes said it all, nevertheless I couldn't comprehend her ideas. I never knew her well, never had her under my eyes.

I didn't want to ask her why, throwing slags onto my burning wounds. I don't know and don't want to learn why she killed Namjoon's family, nor want to know about annihilating my mom. Whatever it is, comprehending it in this shape of mind will kill the living soul out of me.

I don't want to accept that, figuring out the truth, I might accept her again beyond all the disloyalty. I need time and answers. But for now, the justifications will have to wait except for one. With futile last hope, I asked her, "Did you love me?"

A drop of water spilled down from her lashes as she respired in a truce, fetching her lips to speak, she said, "No."

A simple no to rip my heart apart, quenching pain and hatred. I rashly spoke, "Leave. If I see you again, that will be the last time you will breathe. Go," I pushed her.

Stumbling, without reply she left the room as I walked unsteadily and plopped on a chair, letting my distrust and pain cling to me.

Myrah pov:

I walked unsatisfactorily to the halls. Min Seong is dead, but I will return to the palace to terminate the last little vixen.

The guards trailed along as I met Hoseok's eyes, his face puffed and red, even a child would know he had cried. God! He has been fooled. And by me! I snickered a laugh in front of his face, as he held his equilibrium and with his eyes fixed on the ground, followed by him stood Ri-ma.

Ri-ma had her hands on Hoseok's shoulder, reassuring him, and bared no sight on me, tch. Loser.

At the end of the hallway stood Namjoon, from a distance it looked like he was sneering, rather he was broadly irate that he might roast me with his gaze. I chuckled and brushed his arms. "Calm your nerves, Joon," I said raspily as he pushed my hands away.

"Take her out, now," Namjoon commanded and went inside, as I looked back again, the hall held many remembrances of mine. The courtroom, the bedroom, the greens, my lovely dining halls, and the aisles all held a special place with me.

In the corner of my eyes, I noticed Seo Ji-Hye skimming at me with a daunting smile. What a piece of entertainment! I am going to miss this place, but not for long. I will come back somehow.

The soldiers led me to a horse. I quickly leaped on it and surfed through the only bag that had an apple. Amused, I kept the dagger inside that I stole when I was pushed into the pool. The blade that was near the edge of the pool was all worth it to get soaked.

I had to do it, to retrieve the dear golden one that Jimin gave me. Bless my theater aptitudes.

I crunched on the apple and set off on a lonesome night, this apple should keep me awake as I ride to the end of the capital.

The whizzing winds and mist accompanied me. I will get cold as I didn't get to change my apparel, even the apple is a huge benevolence, Thank you Jimin.

The galloping sounds of the horses and their neighs filled the air, rushing and cutting through the desolate path. I let my horse take me anywhere while I wrestled with my plan in peace.

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My face met the sand as I was shoved down. My muggy dry lips were garnished with sand. I didn't realize I slept on my horse that led the way throughout the night.

Then suddenly I found myself on the ground. My eyes quivered as I patted the dust off and looked at him, whose long blades skated to my neck.

His hostile gazes gored through mine for all they ricocheted was the same as mine.

The same wrath, fury, and remorse. As if I saw myself in the mirror. His brisk not reanalyzing mind, slid his cold rapier, gliding it to the ground, In the flank of my neck, I might even accidentally cut my throat.

If it was someone else, I would have got up, killed him, or fended myself till I can no longer. I was vaguely stopped. A delusion, an impediment, telling me that I would lament revenge if I kill him.

How do I hustle away? I can't be killed right now. I have to ponder.

My stomach lurched up again as I grasped it. Yoongi leaned down and held my wrist. Resolving into quietness for a few seconds he proclaimed, "My doubts are certain. You are pregnant."

Yes. I am aware of it. Should I just ask him to kill my child instead of me?

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She is crazy no doubt. You don't like her now, do you? 

Remember Seo Ji-Hye? The girl got some crush and more love for our boy. You can find her in the second chapter.