The Arrow's Flight 15/16
Title: The Arrow's Flight 15/16
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/fc, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun/Yoohwan [incest], Junho/fc)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Here is another world that I wish existed in a place other than my mind, but it doesn't and I don't own them and I can only place them into this delusion.
Summary: Greed and corruption rule two neighboring kingdoms: The Kingdom of Mountains and the Kingdom of Trees. Two princes are planning a coup. Their success or failure depends on the shadow in the woods, the rogue of the forests, the arrow in the sky.
A/N: Totally inspired by Robin Hood. Can you blame me?
All archery terms are taken from TradeBow.
Warning: het
Part 15:
The Quiver
A container that holds arrows conveniently while hunting and/or shooting.
Jiyong leaned against the wall next to the door of the prince’s room. Seungri stood on the other side. The night before, they’d heard someone on the balcony of the prince’s room, since then, one of them had always stayed inside, awake. The five of them took watches during the night. Jiyong had been up most of the night, and now, guarding the future queen during the day, he fought off a yawn.
He had been in court part of the morning with Jaejoong too. Things seemed to be going well. The other officers including the king’s advisor did not interfere with Jaejoong’s rulings or suggestions. The whispered conversations of the people and in the village over the last two days had been optimistic with a bit of disbelief.
“Fuck,” Seungri said, snapping Jiyong out of his daze.
He jerked alert, and then pulled his sword as six men walked toward them, their own swords drawn.
He had not recognized the guards that had attacked them at the base of the tower when the princess returned, but these he knew: Hakyeon, Taekwoon, Jaehwan, Wonsik, Hongbin and Sanghyuk. He’d trained with them, shared meals with them, laughed and drank with them while learning everything he could to protect the life of a noble. They had done the same, for Jaejoong’s uncle.
“What are you doing?” Jiyong demanded as they continued forward.
“Our job,” Hakyeon said and attacked, his sword flashing in the light of a nearby window. His sword clanged against Jiyong’s and then parted again. He dodged a swipe from Jaehwan, and used the movement to attack Hakyeon. His sword sliced through arm, but then he had to twist again to avoid another slice from Jaehwan.
Seungri was fighting Wonsik and Hongbin, there was already blood on his arm.
The door opened suddenly and an arrow came through, from Taeyang. It hit Sanghyuk, and Jaehwan growled and shot forward through the door, leaving Jiyong to concentrate on Hakyeon. But Taeyang was quick and had an arrow in Jaehwan’s shoulder in the next moment, making him collapse against a wall.
Taeyang shouted at Seohyun to get back, as Jaehwan slammed into the doorframe. Taeyang pushed him back and had the door shut again. Jaehwan turned his attention to Seungri.
Jiyong finally got an opening against Hakyeon, slicing open his stomach, and immediately spun to defend against another attack from Taekwoon. But not soon enough. Pain soared through his side and skin and he screamed, dropping to a knee, but keeping his sword up and the next blow had him falling again. An arrow protruded from Taekwoon’s chest and he fell backwards.
Another arrow took out Hongbin.
“Go get the king!” Seungri shouted, still fighting off Jaehwan.
Jiyong was not sure what that meant. His brain was fuzzy with brain. Jaejoong? The king? Right now, he was. Jiyong fought past the pain in his side and lurched down the hall, leaving the sounds of the clashing swords behind him.
<|---------<<<
Jaejoong almost flew through the halls. Halfway to his rooms, he discarded the heavy cloak and ran more easily. Just inside the hall leading to the prince’s suit, he stopped. Seunghyun and Daesung almost slammed into the back of him.
The hallway was covered with blood. Some still dripped from the stone walls. On the floor were bodies. Seungri slumped against the door, his bloodied hand against his shoulder.
Jaejoong turned around, saw that the king’s advisor had followed him and demanded, “Go get the doctors. Now!”
He nodded and hurried away.
Jaejoong walked down the hall. He glanced at the faces of the dead men and cursed, immediately recognizing the personal guards of his uncle. He kneeled in front of Seungri. “What happened?”
Seungri winced. “They just ... attacked.”
“Seohyun? Minzy?”
“Safe, in the bedroom, with Taeyang.”
“Thank the trees. And thank you.”
One of the bodies behind him groaned. Jaejoong turned his head to see Seunghyun shoving his sword into one of the men’s shoulder. The man, Jaehwan ... it had been Jaehwan, screamed.
“What is the meaning of this?” Seunghyun demanded just as Daesung grabbed the arrow in his other shoulder and twisted it.
Jaehwan screamed again.
“Let him talk,” Jaejoong said.
“Fuck all of you,” he muttered and spit blood at them.
“They ... they only said they were doing their job,” Seungri said.
“What job?” Seunghyun demanded.
Jaehwan snarled.
Jaejoong narrowed his eyes. “Kill him,” he whispered. “Dead men can’t tell tales, and we don’t actually need him alive to know who did this.”
Seunghyun smirked and shoved the sword into his heart.
“But ...” Seungri coughed.
“Don’t talk,” Jaejoong said, going back to him. “Save your strength.”
“You’re planning something,” Seunghyun said quietly.
“Something brilliant,” Jaejoong said with another smirk.
A moment later, the king’s advisor returned with the palace doctors and almost an entire legion of soldiers. They clogged the hallway and many cursed when they caught sight of the dead men.
“My uncle needs to be arrested right now,” Jaejoong said. “These are his personal guards who were here to kill the princess and my child. And one of them said ‘but the poison helped’ before he died, but he only laughed when I asked if my uncle was poisoning the king.”
The king’s advisor frowned and then he nodded. “Very well.”
The captain of the soldiers told Jaejoong he would see to it personally, and he bowed and took five others with him.
“I must see to my wife,” Jaejoong said and went into his room.
His wife was on the bed, propped up on pillows, panting, one hand gripping Taeyang’s arm almost too tightly.
“Seohyun!” Jaejoong shouted and was by her side in a moment. “What’s wrong?”
“B-baby,” she said. “B-baby.”
Jaejoong gaped. “The ... it’s too soon.”
“I’ve been taking-taking ... the herbs ... from Si-siwon. And ... too much stress. Commotion.”
“You devious minx.”
Seohyun smiled, and Jaejoong pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
“I love you, my queen.”
She nodded, moaning and whimpering, “I love you, my king.”
A doctor entered the room and then shouted at one of the boys in the hallway to fetch the midwife.
Jaejoong let Seohyun grip his hand and he turned to the king’s advisor. “Please return to court and reschedule the cases for the day.”
The king’s advisor smiled. Something that looked very genuine. “Yes, your majesty.”
<|---------<<<
Junho’s heart raced and his breath ran ragged the longer they walked around the plateau. His father was really stretching the Festival out this year. Junho caught most of his conversations. Most were slightly veiled threats against more taxes and how much the crystals would cost for future buyers. Never once did he proclaim the beauty of a stone without attaching it somehow to money. The greed of the king had spread to the merchants. They were producing lower quality gems just to sell more. Their livelihood had deteriorated. As had the trade agreement with the Kingdom of Trees, boiling eventually into wars that had plagued their two kingdoms since Junho was a child. He refused to be a king like that.
But that was the point. This would finish everything. So Junho could start over. Build the kingdom back to its original glory.
They stopped at another merchant, this man had a series of small blue and green stones for sale, but a thick blue one, with pretty crystallization around the edges, was part of the competition. It was Junho’s favorite so far, bringing back images and memories of when the all the stones in the competition were this beautiful. His father praised it, but only in terms of its worth. He picked it up and lifted it into the air to see how light glimmered through it.
And then something protruded from the King’s neck. Something metal glimmering with light just like the crystal. The sparkles from the stone tumbled, twisted and twirled. The gemstone clattered to the flat rock under their feet. Someone shouted out in surprise. The king sank down to his knees, hands reaching up to his neck, and then falling to his sides. Blood bubbled up around his mouth. And he fell. Hard. The sound of his head hitting stone echoed around them.
Junsu cried out, moving forward first of those around him, but the guards blocked him, both his father’s and their own. Unable to do anything, Junsu collapsed to his knees, arms around Junsu’s thighs. Junho pulled his sword, kept his head up, looking for others that may use this moment to attack him or his brother.
He met the eyes of a pretty man who wore the guards’ uniform but did not look familiar. The man smirked and winked at him, and then turned and went back into the crowd.
The captain shouted orders. Guards started clearing the villagers and merchants. Others rushed toward the cave entrances above the gorge, told to search for anyone or anything suspicious.
And then the captain turned to them. He pointed his sword at Junho. “This is your doing,” he said, voice carrying in the sudden silence. “Drop your weapon.”
Junsu gasped out a negation, still sobbing against Junho’s leg.
Junho held his sword loosely, ready to fight if he had to.
“Drop your weapon. This is treason.”
Junho fought back a smirk and said, “I was by my father this entire time. I did not shoot him from here.”
“You may have not let it fly, but you planned it.”
“Prove it.”
The captain narrowed his eyes and turned away, staring at the man who knelt by his father. Junho did not need to see the man shake his head to know that his father was dead.
Trusting the four guards around him (Jonghyun was still with Taeyeon), Junho dropped to hold his brother.
Junsu clutched at him, and while anyone looking would see two brothers grieving over their father’s death, Junho recognized Junsu’s tears for what they were. Relief. Tears of relief.
Changmin had not missed.
Junho shut his eyes, leaned his head against Junsu’s, and let his own tears fall.
<|---------<<<
Jaejoong had a hard time keeping the smile off his face. He’d spent the last two days with his wife and new pretty baby boy. Jaehyun, they had named him Jaehyun, and he was healthy and perfect. The midwife was a bit worried about the baby’s weight, since he’d been born just a few weeks early, but she assured them that they’d be okay. Both the mother and the child.
The villagers had smiles and congratulations for him. He thanked them all. A party was being planned, as well as a coronation. The doctors had no hope for his father. With the idea of him being poisoned, their was no reason to wait until he actually died. The doctors figured that his body would succumb to its illness before the coronation anyway.
A courier shuffled into the main room, feet quick and silent. Jaejoong was listening to a man talk about the low produce of his farm, but Jaejoong’s eyes were on the courier as he moved in next to the king’s advisor. Jaejoong’s advisor. He felt that he should learn the man’s name now.
The advisor’s eyes went wide, and he met Jaejoong’s gaze and then hurried just as quickly over to him.
The man stopped talking as he leaned over and Jaejoong smiled to the merchant in apology.
“The King of Mountains has been assassinated,” the advisor whispered.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened, and then he actually smirked. “Indeed.”
“You know something.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Maybe. It is not our business what they do at the stones.”
The king’s advisor smiled. “Indeed.”
“Send a message please, announcing the birth of my son and my soon-to-be promotion.”
“As you wish, your majesty.”
<|---------<<<
“What do you think?” Junho asked, turning his head side to side to show off the silver crown on his head. He’d had his father’s melted down for other things. It’d been too flashy for Junho’s taste.
“Sexy,” Taeyeon said. “Although you’d look much sexier if you took your clothes off.”
Kibum turned his obvious laughter into coughs.
Junho smiled and turned back to his reflection. The crown was a simple silver band. The only thing distinguishing it as the crown of a king were the few stones embedded in it: a diamond, a ruby, a sapphire, an emerald, and yellow topaz, each stone a representation of his kingdom and the areas where each are found, cut, and sold.
It was not too heavy. The responsibility was.
Himself, his brother, and his guards had all been questioned about his father’s death. But with no proof, and no other heir, the matter was quickly discarded. No one had been seen entering or leaving the caverns at the gorge. And there were no leads to who the mysterious archer may have been. Maurdering Max’s name had been tossed around, but no one really wanted to venture into the forests to find him.
Well, no one but one person. He thought of his brother, already on his way to see his archer and he smiled. He’d sent Taemin, Jonghyun and Minho with him.
Jinki entered the room, a smile on his face. “So, you’ll never guess what I just heard.”
“What?” Junho asked.
“The King of Trees has died, poisoned by his own brother, and the soon-to-be queen has given birth to a son. They named him Jaehyun.”
Junho laughed. “Excellent.”
“Let’s celebrate,” Taeyeon said.
“Should we wait outside to let your queen take off your clothes?” Kibum asked with a wink.
Junho laughed. He was about to say no, but then Taeyeon’s arms came around his waist and she said, “I’ve always thought that Kibum was the smart one.”
The two of them chuckled and left the room.
Junho turned around in his wife’s arms and kissed her deeply. “I love you, my queen.”
“I love you, my king.”
Part 16: The Feather
Part 14: The Archer
Part 13: The Ascham
Part 12: The Barb
Part 11: The Nocking Point
Part 10: The Target Panic
Part 9: The Fishtailing
Part 8: The Sight Window
Part 7: The Aim
Part 6: The Bracer
Part 5: The Fletching
Part 4: The Limbs
Part 3: The Anchor
Part 2: The Grip
Part 1: The Shaft
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/fc, Yunho/Heechul, Yoochun/Yoohwan [incest], Junho/fc)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Here is another world that I wish existed in a place other than my mind, but it doesn't and I don't own them and I can only place them into this delusion.
Summary: Greed and corruption rule two neighboring kingdoms: The Kingdom of Mountains and the Kingdom of Trees. Two princes are planning a coup. Their success or failure depends on the shadow in the woods, the rogue of the forests, the arrow in the sky.
A/N: Totally inspired by Robin Hood. Can you blame me?
All archery terms are taken from TradeBow.
Warning: het
Part 15:
The Quiver
A container that holds arrows conveniently while hunting and/or shooting.
Jiyong leaned against the wall next to the door of the prince’s room. Seungri stood on the other side. The night before, they’d heard someone on the balcony of the prince’s room, since then, one of them had always stayed inside, awake. The five of them took watches during the night. Jiyong had been up most of the night, and now, guarding the future queen during the day, he fought off a yawn.
He had been in court part of the morning with Jaejoong too. Things seemed to be going well. The other officers including the king’s advisor did not interfere with Jaejoong’s rulings or suggestions. The whispered conversations of the people and in the village over the last two days had been optimistic with a bit of disbelief.
“Fuck,” Seungri said, snapping Jiyong out of his daze.
He jerked alert, and then pulled his sword as six men walked toward them, their own swords drawn.
He had not recognized the guards that had attacked them at the base of the tower when the princess returned, but these he knew: Hakyeon, Taekwoon, Jaehwan, Wonsik, Hongbin and Sanghyuk. He’d trained with them, shared meals with them, laughed and drank with them while learning everything he could to protect the life of a noble. They had done the same, for Jaejoong’s uncle.
“What are you doing?” Jiyong demanded as they continued forward.
“Our job,” Hakyeon said and attacked, his sword flashing in the light of a nearby window. His sword clanged against Jiyong’s and then parted again. He dodged a swipe from Jaehwan, and used the movement to attack Hakyeon. His sword sliced through arm, but then he had to twist again to avoid another slice from Jaehwan.
Seungri was fighting Wonsik and Hongbin, there was already blood on his arm.
The door opened suddenly and an arrow came through, from Taeyang. It hit Sanghyuk, and Jaehwan growled and shot forward through the door, leaving Jiyong to concentrate on Hakyeon. But Taeyang was quick and had an arrow in Jaehwan’s shoulder in the next moment, making him collapse against a wall.
Taeyang shouted at Seohyun to get back, as Jaehwan slammed into the doorframe. Taeyang pushed him back and had the door shut again. Jaehwan turned his attention to Seungri.
Jiyong finally got an opening against Hakyeon, slicing open his stomach, and immediately spun to defend against another attack from Taekwoon. But not soon enough. Pain soared through his side and skin and he screamed, dropping to a knee, but keeping his sword up and the next blow had him falling again. An arrow protruded from Taekwoon’s chest and he fell backwards.
Another arrow took out Hongbin.
“Go get the king!” Seungri shouted, still fighting off Jaehwan.
Jiyong was not sure what that meant. His brain was fuzzy with brain. Jaejoong? The king? Right now, he was. Jiyong fought past the pain in his side and lurched down the hall, leaving the sounds of the clashing swords behind him.
<|---------<<<
Jaejoong almost flew through the halls. Halfway to his rooms, he discarded the heavy cloak and ran more easily. Just inside the hall leading to the prince’s suit, he stopped. Seunghyun and Daesung almost slammed into the back of him.
The hallway was covered with blood. Some still dripped from the stone walls. On the floor were bodies. Seungri slumped against the door, his bloodied hand against his shoulder.
Jaejoong turned around, saw that the king’s advisor had followed him and demanded, “Go get the doctors. Now!”
He nodded and hurried away.
Jaejoong walked down the hall. He glanced at the faces of the dead men and cursed, immediately recognizing the personal guards of his uncle. He kneeled in front of Seungri. “What happened?”
Seungri winced. “They just ... attacked.”
“Seohyun? Minzy?”
“Safe, in the bedroom, with Taeyang.”
“Thank the trees. And thank you.”
One of the bodies behind him groaned. Jaejoong turned his head to see Seunghyun shoving his sword into one of the men’s shoulder. The man, Jaehwan ... it had been Jaehwan, screamed.
“What is the meaning of this?” Seunghyun demanded just as Daesung grabbed the arrow in his other shoulder and twisted it.
Jaehwan screamed again.
“Let him talk,” Jaejoong said.
“Fuck all of you,” he muttered and spit blood at them.
“They ... they only said they were doing their job,” Seungri said.
“What job?” Seunghyun demanded.
Jaehwan snarled.
Jaejoong narrowed his eyes. “Kill him,” he whispered. “Dead men can’t tell tales, and we don’t actually need him alive to know who did this.”
Seunghyun smirked and shoved the sword into his heart.
“But ...” Seungri coughed.
“Don’t talk,” Jaejoong said, going back to him. “Save your strength.”
“You’re planning something,” Seunghyun said quietly.
“Something brilliant,” Jaejoong said with another smirk.
A moment later, the king’s advisor returned with the palace doctors and almost an entire legion of soldiers. They clogged the hallway and many cursed when they caught sight of the dead men.
“My uncle needs to be arrested right now,” Jaejoong said. “These are his personal guards who were here to kill the princess and my child. And one of them said ‘but the poison helped’ before he died, but he only laughed when I asked if my uncle was poisoning the king.”
The king’s advisor frowned and then he nodded. “Very well.”
The captain of the soldiers told Jaejoong he would see to it personally, and he bowed and took five others with him.
“I must see to my wife,” Jaejoong said and went into his room.
His wife was on the bed, propped up on pillows, panting, one hand gripping Taeyang’s arm almost too tightly.
“Seohyun!” Jaejoong shouted and was by her side in a moment. “What’s wrong?”
“B-baby,” she said. “B-baby.”
Jaejoong gaped. “The ... it’s too soon.”
“I’ve been taking-taking ... the herbs ... from Si-siwon. And ... too much stress. Commotion.”
“You devious minx.”
Seohyun smiled, and Jaejoong pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
“I love you, my queen.”
She nodded, moaning and whimpering, “I love you, my king.”
A doctor entered the room and then shouted at one of the boys in the hallway to fetch the midwife.
Jaejoong let Seohyun grip his hand and he turned to the king’s advisor. “Please return to court and reschedule the cases for the day.”
The king’s advisor smiled. Something that looked very genuine. “Yes, your majesty.”
<|---------<<<
Junho’s heart raced and his breath ran ragged the longer they walked around the plateau. His father was really stretching the Festival out this year. Junho caught most of his conversations. Most were slightly veiled threats against more taxes and how much the crystals would cost for future buyers. Never once did he proclaim the beauty of a stone without attaching it somehow to money. The greed of the king had spread to the merchants. They were producing lower quality gems just to sell more. Their livelihood had deteriorated. As had the trade agreement with the Kingdom of Trees, boiling eventually into wars that had plagued their two kingdoms since Junho was a child. He refused to be a king like that.
But that was the point. This would finish everything. So Junho could start over. Build the kingdom back to its original glory.
They stopped at another merchant, this man had a series of small blue and green stones for sale, but a thick blue one, with pretty crystallization around the edges, was part of the competition. It was Junho’s favorite so far, bringing back images and memories of when the all the stones in the competition were this beautiful. His father praised it, but only in terms of its worth. He picked it up and lifted it into the air to see how light glimmered through it.
And then something protruded from the King’s neck. Something metal glimmering with light just like the crystal. The sparkles from the stone tumbled, twisted and twirled. The gemstone clattered to the flat rock under their feet. Someone shouted out in surprise. The king sank down to his knees, hands reaching up to his neck, and then falling to his sides. Blood bubbled up around his mouth. And he fell. Hard. The sound of his head hitting stone echoed around them.
Junsu cried out, moving forward first of those around him, but the guards blocked him, both his father’s and their own. Unable to do anything, Junsu collapsed to his knees, arms around Junsu’s thighs. Junho pulled his sword, kept his head up, looking for others that may use this moment to attack him or his brother.
He met the eyes of a pretty man who wore the guards’ uniform but did not look familiar. The man smirked and winked at him, and then turned and went back into the crowd.
The captain shouted orders. Guards started clearing the villagers and merchants. Others rushed toward the cave entrances above the gorge, told to search for anyone or anything suspicious.
And then the captain turned to them. He pointed his sword at Junho. “This is your doing,” he said, voice carrying in the sudden silence. “Drop your weapon.”
Junsu gasped out a negation, still sobbing against Junho’s leg.
Junho held his sword loosely, ready to fight if he had to.
“Drop your weapon. This is treason.”
Junho fought back a smirk and said, “I was by my father this entire time. I did not shoot him from here.”
“You may have not let it fly, but you planned it.”
“Prove it.”
The captain narrowed his eyes and turned away, staring at the man who knelt by his father. Junho did not need to see the man shake his head to know that his father was dead.
Trusting the four guards around him (Jonghyun was still with Taeyeon), Junho dropped to hold his brother.
Junsu clutched at him, and while anyone looking would see two brothers grieving over their father’s death, Junho recognized Junsu’s tears for what they were. Relief. Tears of relief.
Changmin had not missed.
Junho shut his eyes, leaned his head against Junsu’s, and let his own tears fall.
<|---------<<<
Jaejoong had a hard time keeping the smile off his face. He’d spent the last two days with his wife and new pretty baby boy. Jaehyun, they had named him Jaehyun, and he was healthy and perfect. The midwife was a bit worried about the baby’s weight, since he’d been born just a few weeks early, but she assured them that they’d be okay. Both the mother and the child.
The villagers had smiles and congratulations for him. He thanked them all. A party was being planned, as well as a coronation. The doctors had no hope for his father. With the idea of him being poisoned, their was no reason to wait until he actually died. The doctors figured that his body would succumb to its illness before the coronation anyway.
A courier shuffled into the main room, feet quick and silent. Jaejoong was listening to a man talk about the low produce of his farm, but Jaejoong’s eyes were on the courier as he moved in next to the king’s advisor. Jaejoong’s advisor. He felt that he should learn the man’s name now.
The advisor’s eyes went wide, and he met Jaejoong’s gaze and then hurried just as quickly over to him.
The man stopped talking as he leaned over and Jaejoong smiled to the merchant in apology.
“The King of Mountains has been assassinated,” the advisor whispered.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened, and then he actually smirked. “Indeed.”
“You know something.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “Maybe. It is not our business what they do at the stones.”
The king’s advisor smiled. “Indeed.”
“Send a message please, announcing the birth of my son and my soon-to-be promotion.”
“As you wish, your majesty.”
<|---------<<<
“What do you think?” Junho asked, turning his head side to side to show off the silver crown on his head. He’d had his father’s melted down for other things. It’d been too flashy for Junho’s taste.
“Sexy,” Taeyeon said. “Although you’d look much sexier if you took your clothes off.”
Kibum turned his obvious laughter into coughs.
Junho smiled and turned back to his reflection. The crown was a simple silver band. The only thing distinguishing it as the crown of a king were the few stones embedded in it: a diamond, a ruby, a sapphire, an emerald, and yellow topaz, each stone a representation of his kingdom and the areas where each are found, cut, and sold.
It was not too heavy. The responsibility was.
Himself, his brother, and his guards had all been questioned about his father’s death. But with no proof, and no other heir, the matter was quickly discarded. No one had been seen entering or leaving the caverns at the gorge. And there were no leads to who the mysterious archer may have been. Maurdering Max’s name had been tossed around, but no one really wanted to venture into the forests to find him.
Well, no one but one person. He thought of his brother, already on his way to see his archer and he smiled. He’d sent Taemin, Jonghyun and Minho with him.
Jinki entered the room, a smile on his face. “So, you’ll never guess what I just heard.”
“What?” Junho asked.
“The King of Trees has died, poisoned by his own brother, and the soon-to-be queen has given birth to a son. They named him Jaehyun.”
Junho laughed. “Excellent.”
“Let’s celebrate,” Taeyeon said.
“Should we wait outside to let your queen take off your clothes?” Kibum asked with a wink.
Junho laughed. He was about to say no, but then Taeyeon’s arms came around his waist and she said, “I’ve always thought that Kibum was the smart one.”
The two of them chuckled and left the room.
Junho turned around in his wife’s arms and kissed her deeply. “I love you, my queen.”
“I love you, my king.”
Part 16: The Feather
Part 14: The Archer
Part 13: The Ascham
Part 12: The Barb
Part 11: The Nocking Point
Part 10: The Target Panic
Part 9: The Fishtailing
Part 8: The Sight Window
Part 7: The Aim
Part 6: The Bracer
Part 5: The Fletching
Part 4: The Limbs
Part 3: The Anchor
Part 2: The Grip
Part 1: The Shaft
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