#vampire!nct

“So... you’re a vampire,” you say, watching him carefully, examining every single movement of his body. It seems to move too fast, even when he’s not doing anything, the only slow thing about him his breaths.

“Yes,” Johnny answers. His brows are furrowed as he waits for your reaction.

“Hmm,” you think out loud, as if you’re debating whether to believe him or not. Eventually, you shrug, “Okay.”

This answer surprises him. “You don’t sound surprised.”

“That’s because I don’t believe you.” Lie.

His eyebrows now raise in understanding before he nods slowly in understanding, “You-”

“Prove it.”

“Huh?” His attention is no longer on you, instead looking briefly at the titles of the books on the bookshelves. The faint thrumming of a heavy beat can be heard through the doorway, and you wonder if it bothers him at all.

“Prove it. Prove that you're a vampire.” When he doesn’t move, you roll your eyes, “What? It’s not like you’re a werewolf who only transforms during a full moon. Come on.”

At this, his gaze snaps to you, and as quickly as his eyes had moved to you, he’s in front on you, leaning over you dangerously, his mouth opened in a half-smile-half-smirk that reveals one of his fangs. He’s so close you can feel one side of his body pressing you gently into the wall. It’s so sudden; you’d barely blinked.

Yet, you’d moved just as fast. The second his gaze had met yours, you pulled out a dagger, holding it horizontally in front of your face, so that it now rested against his neck. The blade only just pressed against his skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to be uncomfortable. As realisation struck, his eyes widened as he looked down at you in shock. “You’re a hunter?”

“And you’re actually a vampire,” you say in wonder, removing your dagger from his throat and using the end to push one side of his mouth upward, revealing his teeth. “And a young one, too, by the looks of it. I’m surprised you haven’t tried to kill me yet.” He bats the dagger away.

He lets out a deep breath, “It’s been a struggle. You don’t smell of-”

“Vampires aren’t the only ones who hate the smell of repellent,” you mumble, before pushing him away from you. He only stumbles for a millisecond before straightening.

“How can you tell that-”

“That you’ve recently turned?” He nods. “Your teeth. You’ve got vampire baby teeth.” You smile to yourself, tossing your dagger up in lazy circles before catching it and sliding it back in its sheath.

“Are... are there more of you?” His eyes are wide now, brows furrowed. You’ve never seen a vampire look even slightly scared before, but Johnny looks weary.

“Are there more of you?”

He doesn’t respond.

You nod, as if in agreement. “You protect your own; I’ll protect mine,” you begin to back away from him, towards the door.

“And about- about that kiss-”

“Forget about it. You didn’t know.”

“But you did?”

Standing upon the pedestal, servants and handmaidens rushed around to look for any other accessory that could be used to make you look more beautiful and enchanting than you already were. The blood-red dress that contrasted against your pale porcelain skin had real gold embedded into them, shimmering and sparkling against the light from the chandelier hung above. Annoyance radiated from you and they shuddered, your aura so powerful that it felt light a heavy weight was suddenly placed on their shoulders.

“My daughter, for today is your wedding day, you must show your acceptance of this arrangements and not embarrass our family,” said a voice from the door. You didn’t even bother to turn around but just sighed unhappily. 

This was all because of her.

“Mother, for one day, can you please stick your fangs in other places rather than my own neck?” You commented causing her to lowly growl at you and approach you causing the handmaidens to squeak in fright and make way.

“Just because you are getting married to that Orendian Prince doesn’t mean you can talk like that to the one who gave birth to you,” threatened your mother. The servant girls in the room looked back and forth between the mother and daughter, admiring how you didn’t look scared nor annoyed.

It was blank. Like a canvas, waiting to be painted on.

The bright redness of your mother’s eyes mirrored your own but yours were becoming dull, not feeding for the last 24 hours.

You can see the flair and the fire raging behind those eyes but you just scoffed and laughed humorlessly. 

“You see, the difference between us, Mother, is that I will be the queen to both kingdoms one day. Not only will I have Kalon, but Orenda as well. But the most important part is, I’ll be more powerful than you.” You whispered that last part, knowing full well she heard what you said and she raised a hand, ready to slap you but you just simply looked at her well-adorned fingers and she froze.

With your eyes fleeting back to meet hers, the corners of your lips rose to a smirk and you looked at a servant through the mirror saying, “Find all of my golden rings. Fill my fingers until every inch is covered in gold. Unless it is done, consider yourselves as feeding to the soldiers.”

Your mother watched the servants scurry to your jewelry boxes and rummage for any other rings, desperate to find any golden jewelry that could potentially save their life.

Meanwhile they were busy, you grabbed the opportunity to speak to your mother away from their eyes. Finally having the courage you never gained from your 186 years of living, you delicately grabbed your mother’s chin to face her to you.

Your actions seemed to fuel the fire inside her more but it didn’t matter you. “Listen to me, woman. You have done this to yourself. I’m merely your pawn in your chess board but I will play on my own rules and I get to choose my moves.”

The tall, golden building was in a buzz and excitement was heard from the chatter going on in the room. Husbands shook hands and wives held their daughters close as they introduced suitable young men to one day ask the little girl’s hand in marriage. To anyone, they looked like normal human beings by the way they acted and they moved about, sipping a glass of red liquid.

But, they were far from normal.

These vampires have been around for thousands of years and they have watched the world evolve into what it is now. Many wars were caused by the vampire women but the bloodshed was done by the vampire men. 

The oldest vampires in the room were the Council of Elders as they have been around since Ramesses the Great and one was even a diplomat from China. 

Due to their old age and highest status in the Vampire World, they were rarely seen out and only attended the most important meetings or events that would change the history of their kind forever.

This occasion is considered one of them as today was going to be the day that all blood-shed between the fueding houses would end and would shift their attention to human business. The most powerful kingdoms, Kalon and Orenda, have bared their fangs at one another for millennia and caused the deaths of many powerful members of the Coven.

The Prince of Orenda stood wearing white, a contrast to his blood-red eyes. His blonde hair was gelled to place and he scanned the room, recognizing some but there were others he didn't know. The atmosphere was joyful and excitement reeked from the King and Queen of both kingdoms but Jaemin was anything but happy.

“Nervous, Jae?” A voice from behind him held a teasing tone. Turning around, Jaemin cracked a smile, seeing his best friends.

The Twins from House Cerilian, Lee Donghyuck and Lee Jeno.

The Cousins from House Dormir, Huang Renjun with Zhong Chenle as Crown Prince.

The youngest from House Vermille, Park Jisung.

Renjun was the one who spoke and stood beside him, prompting the others to stand beside him too.

“Never. I will take a Kalonian wife and breed mixed blood children.” A sharp smile emphasized Jaemin's sarcasm causing Jeno to roll his eyes.

“Jaemin, remember this is the Red Princess you speak so rash about. If you force yourself upon without her consent or anger her, she has all power to condemn you and your kingdom and she won’t stop till she has your head.”

Jeno’s warning made Jaemin sharply turn to him and growled lowly, moving his eyes away towards the crowd to maintain his poker face. “She’s my bride, my wife, and I’m her husband. If she was raised well, she should know how to act like a woman, not a child.”

In front of a statue of Lucifer, a man stood in all red clothing with the original Book of the Dead on his bony, milky hands. The prince and the princess, wearing the 2 colors of the Coven, stood in front of him, facing the hideous statue of the horned fallen angel, clutching the head of the archangel Michael.

“Friends and family, we have gathered here today to bind the Kalonian Princess and the Orendian Prince. To seal the bond between rivaling houses and turn our focus on to more important issues at hand. Let us make history with the intertwining fates of our future leaders.” 

Standing with your right hand on top of his left hand, your arms started to tire as your hands were raised to your shoulders to show that they were being conjoined. You quickly glanced at Jaemin and noticed how he clenched his jaw with his red eyes being fixated on the decaying old man.

A little boy, must be an assistant, placed a cushion with 2 rings resting on the crimson red cloth on the table in front of the old man. They were encrusted with diamonds and the bands were real gold.

“Each of you take the ring closest to your beloved,” he instructed and you and Jaemin grabbed a ring that was farthest from you both. “Slip these bands on to the ring finger of your beloved’s hand.”

The jewelry became the second ring on your ring finger but it shined the most with the big chunk of diamond resting on it. 

“These signify the start of your marriage and your First Rings as wedded beloveds to symbolize the never-ending cycle like the shape of your bands. At this time, if the Highest Maiden and the Highest Damoiseau please place the cup of Judas on to the pedestal.”

The two of you turned slightly to see your Highest Maiden, your trusted servant Ari and an Orendian diplomat you’ve seen before with the name of Jeno.

The small brown cup rested on the white marble block and the both of you were instructed to held your arms above it. 

“Crown Princess Y/N, please take this knife and repeat after me,” he instructed causing you to hold the dagger against your skin and repeated every word that escaped his mouth.

“I, Crown Princess Y/N of House Kalon, Red Princess of the East, Sister of Macbeth’s Witches, future Queen of House Kalon and House Orenda, take this dagger before me and draw my blood that traces to my lineage full of Kings and Queens of House Kalon. Today I will bind my blood to thee, Na Jaemin, Crown Prince of House Orenda, Stormbringer of the North, Brother of the Coven, future King of House Kalon and House Orenda in front of the Dark Lord, the Council of Elders, and the Coven. An oath I will make to lead our kingdoms to prosperity and to continue the legacy our forefathers have built for us. So please, take my blood and feast on the ambrosia from the Gods, my king.”

Without even flinching, the blade ran across your porcelain skin and the red liquid quickly flowed into the cup and you held it in place until it slowed down, Ari handing you a rag to clean the mess.

You passed the dagger to Jaemin and he wrapped his hand around yours first before grabbing the golden hilt of the silver dagger. A small smirk formed on his face and he held it to his arm like you before saying the same thing without assistance.

“I, Crown Prince Jaemin of House Orenda, Stormbringer of the North, Brother of the Coven, future King of House Kalon and House Orenda, take this dagger before me and draw my blood that traces to my lineage full of Kings and Queens of House Orenda. Today marks my bond with Crown Princess Y/N of House Kalon, Red Princess of the East, Sister of Macbeth’s Witches, future Queen of House Kalon and House Orenda, as our bloods fuse into the cup of Judas, marking our fates to be sealed. I solemnly swear to you my everlasting loyalty and my protection as the army of House Orenda will stand by in your defense to whoever and whatever may bring you and Kalon harm. So please, take the mixture of our bloods and feast on our vows and accept my oath to you, my queen.”

As per tradition, the brides were the ones who drank first and you swiftly handled the cup and looked down at the beautiful colors of Jaemin’s being light red while yours was mahogany red.

Then a thought hit you.

This was it.

Once the liquid touches your tongue, you are eternally bound to this man and you will remain as his wife and queen to his kingdom till the day you die. Your loyalty will forever side to him and if you were to become a widow, you can never take another man to be a replacement of your former spouse.

Hesitating for a second, you turned to look at the Kalon Council and the looks from your family, friends, and more specifically, your parents. They raised an eyebrow and motioned to drink from the cup and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment before opening again.

You turned your attention back to the cup and up to Jaemin who gave you an amused look at the way you were acting. Gulping lightly, you raised the cup to your lips and winced at the burn of the sworn blood and the trail left burning sensations all the way to your stomach.

Placing it down, Jaemin drank the rest of it and the old man yelled out Latin incantations and before you know it, the audience stood up, clapping.

“I present before you, the Coven, the Council of Elders, Kalon, Orenda, Lucifer, the union of unholy matrimony. All hail! Crown Prince and Princess, Y/N and Jaemin!”

You blanked out during the party. 

There was a big slaughter fest and a human girl found in the woods was given as an offering from the Hunters Council, who you and Jaemin drank first from and eventually, your High Maidens and his High Damoiseaux pounced onto the poor girl.

Did you feel bad?

No.

Because of her kind, your people were being slaughtered and burned at the steak being accused of being vampires and witches.

Yes, it was true.

But it was still the blood of your people and if you needed to bring bloodshed to avenge their deaths, you will.

By the time it was over, you were still in shock and you missed Jaemin holding your hand in the carriage as he sat opposite of you. He looked out of the window and you wondered why your parents could ever sacrifice you to a monster like him. 

There were rumors about the boy. 

Jaemin slaughtered the entirety of House Pezzerio up North since the said House launched an ambush attack towards one of his cousins who were vacationing up in the mountains for winter, resulting to the death of the youngest child, Wooseon. He was a family man who would do anything to protect his loved ones and claim as many lives as he needed to.

So, when news spread about the extinction of House Pezzerio, Jaemin was found guilty but walked away without being charged for his crimes under Beelzebub’s Vow which stated that ‘any act of revenge on any attack of the royal family will result in the death of anyone associated with the accused’.

‘If a man is capable of killing an entire House, who says I can live until I turn 200?’

The entire ride was spent in silence, relishing in the last few minutes of being rivals and preparing the mentality of husband and wife.

“Your Highnesses, we have arrived at your estate.”

The coachman opened the door for you and you held your dress, trying not to trip on it. Jaemin held his arm out for you and you reluctantly slipped your arm through his and followed the lead of the Head Servant to where your shared bedroom would be located.

“I cannot go beyond this door, your highnesses. No staff is allowed to enter until the room has been consummated.”

At the mention of ‘consummate’, your mind became empty and you were pretty sure if you had a heart, it would be beating rapidly by now. From the human novels and texts you’ve read, it describes having blood rush up to your cheeks and heat rushing down past your abdomen and your marriage becoming official with the connection of your bodies.

Stepping into the grand room, Jaemin turned to shut the door and locked it before crossing it to go to the dresser.

“Don’t listen to the rumors you’ve heard about me, princess.”

His rough and low voice startled you from your misery and you jutted your chin high. “You may be husband but you cannot dictate what I choose to hear and not to hear.”

Jaemin chuckled amused, “Yes, your highness, I am your husband.” He confirmed and you were about to scoff until he turned around and met you with his stare. “But I am also, your king.”

He walked over to where you remained standing and went behind you to hug you from behind, letting his hands wander across the front of your dress. You bit your lip and you shook from both anger and humiliation as you knew you couldn’t stop him. He buried his face in your neck before taking a deep sniff and placing little kisses on your skin.

“Where should I put my mark on your pretty little neck? It’s too beautiful to ruin so I must decide carefully,” he mumbled.

His hands remained at your hips and the euphoric energy Jaemin might be purposefully radiating right now was affecting you. With a content sigh, you leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he continued his assault on your neck.

But something inside of you snaps and you ripped his hands away from you, moving quickly to wrap your hands around his neck but he was faster.

With one hand, he restrained both of yours and he looked down on you, letting him raise your head up with his index finger and clenching your jaw. “Did you know that little stunt of yours is considered as treason, my love?”

The nickname made you angrier, “I’m the future Queen, I know my laws. Failing to request consent is considered a higher crime, my king.”

“But I am king and my word is law. Shouldn’t you be scared, sweetheart?”

Jaemin stared at you with a small smirk causing you to spit out, “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Oh, but you should be,” he mumbled, still inspecting the golden flecks in your eyes.

“But I’m not and I won’t be.” Your defiant tone made him scoff lightly before forcefully grabbing your jaw with his strong grip.

“Aren’t you just a pretty little thing?” His mocking tone caused you to spit to his face.

“I’m no thing. I’m Crown Princess Y/N of House Kalon, Red Princess of the East, Sister of Macbeth’s Witches, future Queen of House Kalon and House Orenda. I’m not just a pretty little thing you can place on a shelf for everyone to admire.”

But all he did was look at you intently, “But don’t forget, Princess. You’re mine and if you really are the future Queen, didn’t you learn to listen to your King?”

pairing lee donghyuck x gender neutral reader

summary 48 + haechan. “I’ll do it for you.”

genre & theme angst

warnings none

author’s note I've gotten back into tvd lately, my bad

“If you had the choice, do you think you’d ever do it?” You asked one day, the two of you laying on your bed, your head on his chest with his fingers running through your hair.

“Do what?” Donghyuck asked, shifting so the two of you were eye to eye. You rested your hand on his chest, right above his heart. It didn’t beat anymore, but it was still the only way he’d be able to die - weird, right?

“Be human again.”

• It's hard when you're a young vampire who doesn't like the taste of human blood, especially when your family is the most vicious clan in the supernatural world. •

Renjun sat at his desk in the getaway tower, this is where he always came when his family were feeding. He hated what they did, how they lured the innocent into their home, acting as though the castle was a 'tourist attraction'. He couldn't tell if that was worse than what they were doing, the fact that most of these people were foreign and are here on holiday. They're poor families back at home...

Renjun looked out the small barred window, he had tried to run away on many occasions before when it wasn't locked, his family eventually found out and starting putting bars on every window across the castle.

His clan was called bloodlust (Shì xiě in chinese), they were the most renowned clan in the vampire, and supernatural, regions. They were known for their killings in masses and how they killed for fun even when they were full, the castle was a blood shed, no vampire had ever dared to stand up to his clan. They protected themselves by showing how ruthless they were, not Renjun though, never Renjun.

Instead he sat here in his little tower, everyday, every hour, every second. Slowly he was wasting away, he could feel it, though his family never thought twice about it, never really forced him to eat. When he was younger he had to drink, but he was young and naive then, he was never allowed to watch the killings take place instead he was just given a sachet of blood and was told to drink from it. It had looked innocent, he never understood where it came from but when he turned 16 and was seen as old enough to even be a part of this act, he swore to never drink again.

So now he sits there, wasting away, he hasn't eaten for a month. His family have never checked up on him, never really realised he was gone. Until this fateful day that was.

There was hammering on his door, he always kept it locked, and shouts from outside. He didn't hear it at first, he was too dazed, but when they knocked the door down and his older brother lifted him up by the collar, he definitely heard and felt that.

"H-hi Huang." Renjun whispered daintily, trying to smile.

"Mother demands we bring you to her." He stated, refusing to look him in the eye.

Renjun faintly nodded, not having the energy to fight back or argue. When he was placed down to walk he collapsed to the floor, his legs way too weak to hold him up.

"I'm sorry b-brother." He muttered trying to pick himself up but falling back down.

"It's fine." Huang leant down to pick up Renjun. "I'll just carry you down." He said, moving towards the door.

Renjun looked up to see his sister, Sakheli, staring at him painfully. She blocked the way down the stairs so Huang gave her a gentle nudge.

"Sorry." She moved to the side. "Renjun you look terrible." She said by accident, but making it clear she meant it.

"Thanks Sakheli." He snapped, rolling his eyes. She looked as though she wanted to say something else but stopped herself, not wanting to worsen yours twos bond.

You see, Renjun and Sakheli used to be close, combined at the hip close. Even when they were younger they both hated the taste of blood, they promised eachother when renjun turns 16 they won't touch it at all. Sakheli promised, but as the time came, she refused. She told him he was being unrealistic, that he was going to get himself killed, so he did it without her.

Huang carried him into the dining room, there wasn't really any need for one, just his mother liked being at the head of the table.

"Ahh Renjun darling. Where have you been? You look so weak my sweet one." She held her hands out to give him a kiss though he pulled away. "Now don't be like that, after everything I'm about to do for you." She had an even smile on her face, her hands clasped together in front of her.

Huang placed him in a chair, before he could register anything steel clasps went around his ankles and wrists, keeping him trapped in the chair. Now Renjun was frantic.

"M-mother please no." He tried his best to be loud but he couldn't.

She placed a finger to Renjun's lips, "We are going to make you healthy again little one." She laughed then clapped, beckoning two more vampires foward, both holding a sachet of blood.

"You should thank us, we saved you some." She stroked his delicate features. "You've always been ungrateful for everything we've done for you, but I cannot have my youngest dying. If it were Huang I would have let him die." Renjun saw his brother wince in the corner. "But my little baby, of course not." She smiled, her eyes never leaving his.

"Now show me your little fangs." She cooed, taking a sachet of blood from on of the vampires. Renjun moved his head, his fangs coming out yearning for the blood, having a mind of their own. "So you do want it. I knew it!" She giggled.

"Hold his head still!" She snapped at Sakheli and Huang.

"Yes mother, right away mother." They both grabbed his head, however not watching what was about to happen.

The blood bag got closer and closer, eventually getting to his fangs.

"Push his head foward." Sakheli began to tear up and Huang forced his eyes shut.

"Y-yes mother." They both said in unison.

They pushed his head foward, his fangs burst the sealing, the taste of blood hit his tongue and tricked down his throat.

He began to cry as the blood carried on pouring down his throat, only getting faster and faster. Then he blacked out, forcing his eyes to close and his brain to not feel what is going on. What surprised him next however was the flash of light, the feeling of lightness, the taste of blood leaving his mouth completely. And this time it wasn't him doing it.

Renjun opened his eyes only to be met with an angel, he shuffled back uncertainty washing over him, yet he also felt a strong innocence radiating from the man in front of him.

"You're safe now." He said pained. "I'm Taeyong, and this is N City."

When the sun and the moon became one, the sky turned red.

The entire kingdom of Kalon grew quiet, no children playing in the streets in sight and nothing and no one moved a muscle.

Instead, in the castle, the screams and the yells of pain and anguish from the high mighty Queen herself was heard as it bounced off every hallway and seeped into every little crevice for the walls to remember this moment forever. Wet nurses and doctors scrambled in and out of the birthing room but one man stood off to the side facing the corner, refusing to see the tears and the madness swimming in the eyes of his beloved.

“Bin,” she called. “Robin.”

Despite the signal for need of comfort from his wife, Robin continued to stay frozen at his spot and remained there even as the birth was starting.

“Curse you!” Selene shouted, followed by a high-pitch scream that caused all the glass in their part of the castle to break. 

All metallic objects rose from their spots and shook as the Merakian princess spouted nonsensical spells that would lessen the pain but it served no purpose as the child fought its way out. The nurses and the 3 doctors paled at the amount of blood the human witch was letting out and they chewed more on the bay leaf to hopefully distract the smell and their thirst for the liquid.

“Restimio! Firello! Suriani!” She shrieked and sobbed, eventually blubbering into distorted noises. However, she uttered the only recognizable word.

A name.

“Bin,” she yelled. But Bin placed a hand around his mouth and nose, partially because of the blood but because of the staggering and irregular breaths he let out. 

Tears fell down his high cheekbones and his hands shook, finally recognizing what he has done and the pain that overcame his body.

The millisecond moment of the sun kissing the moon, the screaming stopped.

Robin’s eyes widened as he finally turned around but he will forever regret that memory for as long as he lived.

Laying on the bed, his beloved Queen Selene, princess of Meraki, was lifeless on the Egyptian cloth with her eyes still open, only for it to look empty and dull. The smile he used to see first thing in the morning became the last thing he remembers from her. The olive skin from her childhood near Cyprus lost its brightness, replaced by a pale and flushed tone. And the aura she emitted that once filled the room with warmth and comfort, vanished as if it never existed at all.

“Selene,” he mumbled from his spot. Then his legs moved on its own and rushed to her side with his hand clutching her cold ones. “Love? Selene?!”

The royal doctor held the child, not screaming or making a fuss, red eyes flitting around the room as it has no idea of what just happened.

The loss of a mother.

“Selene?!” He yelled while the nurses and doctors either turned around and looked down to the floor, refusing to look at their King break and fall apart.

The King that led many victories against Orenda, in turn lost the battle against Death and his wife.

“Love, we talked about this,” he mumbled with a manic smile but pained eyes. “Darling, I can’t turn you if your heart stops beating. Come on, Selene. I know you’re strong enough to make that lovely heart beat for me again, aren’t you?”

But he knew she was gone. His words would never reach her again and he hung his head low, droplets of tears staining the maroon carpet.

“Your Majesty, the babe is a little girl,” said the royal doctor in hopes of seeing the King light up at the mention of his child.

But instead, Bin clenched his hands into a fist and he whipped his head around, frightening the nurses at the hateful glare he sent to his daughter.

“Take that away. Get that bloody thing away from here.”

You closed your eyes to prevent yourself from bursting into tears as you knew you shouldn’t have killed Jun but you still did. Overcome with the anger and betrayal, your mind completely blanked and before you know it, he was screaming with pain and agony as the fire danced on his skin then proceeded to eat him alive.

The screams and the shouts echoed in your mind as it reminded you of the same thing from way far back into your memory.

A woman.

Donghyuck placed a cup of tea mixed with tonic on the table in front of you, snapping you awake from your daydream.

“Hm, was it too much for you to handle?” He asked, not meaning for it to sound condescending.

You shook your head slightly and picked up the delicate cup, “No matter how many times I’ve killed, the pained screams will never be an accepted sound to my ears.”

He watched you in curiosity, deciding if he should just ask you or not. “But your reputation makes it sound like you’re a kill-hungry beast, princess.”

“Don’t listen to rumors, Donghyuck, shouldn’t you know that?” You snapped. “Besides, I never take a life unless it is deserving. You might be surprised but I am quite merciful.”

“Oh? The pillars of mercy are principles that are familiar to you? Hm, that’s interesting.” He commented before sipping his tea.

But yours remained untouched. “I’m merciful because I’m a princess. But I’m also cruel because I’m a Queen.”

“If it were me, I would’ve given him to be feasted on by the guards,” he mused. “Instead of just setting fire to him, you wanted him to bathed in holy water first. Not letting him go to Hell sounds quite too merciful, don’t you think?”

Cold eyes glaring into the amused smirk of the prince, you twitched. “What are you implying, prince?”

“I’m just simply curious, darling. “ He placed the cup down and laced his fingers on top of the glass table. “The holy water burned away all of his sins but you wanted him to burn later for his crimes as a traitor? It sounds conflicting however way you put it, love.”

“Nothing is more painful than a walking sin being washed with the water blessed by the Church. No fire is strong enough to truly burn away all traces of him,” you replied coldly, gritting your teeth.

“Come on, love. I’m a prince who loves to torture criminals! So I know that the holy water rid him of his sins so he could rightfully walk through the gates of Heaven, am I wrong?” The boy smirked as he watched you squirm slightly in your seat. “So, say that it is just because you are indeed merciful?” He paused to gauge your reaction. “Or is it because he’s of Merakian blood?” 

There it was.

The reaction he expected from you showed with your eyes clearly narrowing on him and you chuckling humorlessly before running your tongue under your front teeth, showcasing your fangs.

“Merakian or not, death is given to those who are deserving of it, Donghyuck. Rather than spending your time feeding into your obsession with torture, maybe you should bust out the books and read up on the punishments for traitors that a real prince should’ve memorized.” Your reply obviously had an effect on him as the smirk melted away and his gaze turned hard.

“You know, I wanted to go easy on you since you’re a wife of one of my best mates. But I can’t help but notice the smell of you,” he cocked his head to the side. “Why is it you smell sweet? Vampires don’t smell like anything since the blood that runs through our veins isn’t actually ours. But yours, it smells sickly sweet. Like peaches.”

Knowing that Donghyuck was smart even though he acted foolish sometimes, you didn’t think he would actually catch on. Looking up from your lap with a slight smile, you asked, “Didn’t my spell work on you, prince?”

Donghyuck grinned as his suspicions were confirmed. “You might’ve fooled everyone including Jaemin and my brother, but I’ve never been an easy one to enchant. You see, Y/N, I actually do study, so I know how to reject your spells. The moment we met, I felt that tingle and I knew then, what you were, you little half-ling. When you called for my help to get rid of Jun, I initially wanted no part of your affairs. But I knew this would confirm everything.”

“Are you going to tell Jaemin, Donghyuck?” You looked at him plainly, as if unbothered by this news. And it irked Donghyuck to no end.

“Why do you look so lax? You think I won’t?” He snapped but you remained calm and collected.

Your grin took him aback and you relished every moment of surprise from him. “I know you will. But he’s not going to believe you. I’m his Queen and you’re nothing but a little pebble in our world. So go ahead and tell him. But I can’t guarantee what will happen to you once you do, though. Because like you, I have friends that are in need of a new toy.”

Now, you were surprised. Instead of an angry or even a scared expression, he cracked into a smile and a laugh. “Oh, princess. I must say, I thought you were an actually weak little girl. But you got guts, I like that.”

Amused, you placed your chin on your hand. “But I haven’t done anything, though?” You asked innocently.

“I see it in your eyes.”

The smell of the market wafted into your nose and you let out a hungry growl at the delicious looking blood pudding that was showcased in front of a store. Immediately, you fast-paced straight to it and you entered, the small chime from the bell on the door signaling your arrival.

As your fingers neared the small cup, your phone rang. An irritated sigh escaped you and you swiped it to answer.

“What is it?” You answered, knowing exactly who it was.

“Oi, don’t talk to me like that!” Jaemin tutted but you weren’t listening as you were too busy grabbing the cups. “Did you arrive safely?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t be talking to you right now, wouldn’t I?” 

Jaemin paced in his study and Jeno could tell from his grumpy look that you weren’t exactly being nice. 

“I just wanted to check in with you. Making sure you’re still alive and all since we’d prepare to war if you were suddenly dead. You know how impulsive your little kingdom is.” Jeno face-palmed at his best friend’s dumb answer.

“It’s not hard to say you’re worried, Jaems.” The mumble wasn’t loud but enough to be heard.

A faint familiar voice in his end made you perk up as you were placing about 10 cups in your basket. “Oh? Is that Jeno? Hello, darling!”

Your loud voice was heard by the said-boy and he laughed at Jaemin’s annoyed expression as he held the phone tightly. “Yah, can’t you greet your husband like that? Do you need me to clarify this for you? I’M NA JAEMIN. YOUR HUSBAND, Kalonian.”

Pulling a face at the horrid nickname, you paused and placed the basket down to put it on your hip. “Why are you being like this, Na Jaemin? I am allowed to greet anyone however I like! Besides, Jeno helped me arrange the flowers in the garden last Tuesday since somebody was too busy playing with a stick! So of course he deserves a nice acknowledgement!”

Looking at his best friend, Jaemin looked betrayed as they were supposed to have sword practice that afternoon but Jeno bailed out last minute. “So it was you who took my best friend! Oi, he’s already taken! Find another!”

“I already have! If you get Jeno, I get the other twin! Donghyuck is mine!” You childishly fired back.

The people in the store looked at the woman with a hood on and sunglasses with weird expressions as she stomped on the floor.

“Yah! No one is yours! Only I am yours! You hear me?! Not Jeno, Not Donghyuck, Me!” Jaemin shouted and he angrily walked out of the study to go outside so he could freely yell at you more.

Jeno stared at the oak wood door before returning to his flower crown, fingers intricately weaving and sighing deeply. “Thank you for your arrival, Y/N because I honestly don’t know how much I could take from that dumbass anymore.”

a/n: ya bitch just got out of hell and came back!

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The Underworld was, ironically, above water. 

Situated on the vast Pacific, a large island, about twice the size of the United States of America, is known as the Capital. With spells and magic, all of the Coven kingdoms were hidden in plain sight with one being in the Atlantic, some scattered near Antarctica and one at the Indian Ocean. 

One of the famous ones that humans might recognize is the Bermuda triangle.

There are 3 kingdoms at the Atlantic Ocean: House Inure, House Languo, House Vermille.

House Languo is situated right at the middle of the Triangle, luring many pilots and shipmen to become their next meal. 

This is why House Languo is one of the richest houses as they are the known sellers of authentic blood and would even send you a drugged human, bounded and ready to be eaten. The profits kept coming in and they were it so fast that humans started to suspect and created the legend of the Bermuda, calling it a cursed and a haunted part of the world.

In truth, it’s just a part of the Underworld but with frequent unwanted visitors.

But the 2 biggest kingdoms, Kalon and Orenda, rest on the Pacific Ocean with the Capital on top of the Ring of Fire, known in the Underworld as the Entrance to Hell.

Some say it’s unlucky to have a vampire kingdom so near the thing that could kill them but some say the reason they’re so respected is that they are so near it and could withstand it.

But who really knows the answer.

Waking up from the bright sunlight, you squirmed and accidentally rolled out of bed, dragging the sheets and covers. At this point, you were so tired that you were willing to fall asleep again but as you settled on your back, your eyes snapped open and you blinked, surprised, when you saw a head of blonde hair peer over the edge of the bed.

“And you call yourself a queen.” 

His smirk after the insult made a growl escape your lips and you sprang back up to the bed, sitting on his bare torso and pinning his arms beside his head. Jaemin smirked up at you and unknowingly licked his lips at your bare chest with the sight of purple and red colors left from last night.

You scoffed slightly at the look on his face until you noticed his line of sight and shook your head, disappointed at your perverted husband. Releasing his arms and leaning back to place your butt on his lower abdomen, you quickly shifted away, feeling it poke your back.

With an irritated look, your eyebrows knitted together, “As if you didn’t use me enough last night, you still want more. How much more do you still want me from, Orendian?” 

Jaemin smugly placed his left arm beneath his head and his right hand drifted to softly grab your chin, “We were married for an alliance and children symbolize that it is official, don’t you think?”

“I will not become your birth factory. As much as you don’t want to, I intend to rule beside you and I will voice out my opinion if it’s needed. I will not hesitate to put you in your place, king or not.”

Thinking that your statement would make him angry, instead it made his grin wider. His right hand wandered down to your waist and his left arm left its spot from his head to place it to the other side of your waist. You looked at him curiously, guarded and not knowing of what his true intentions were. Through half-lidded eyes, Jaemin looked up at you and his grin turned lazy.

“You are quite bold, woman. Aren’t you afraid that one day, you say the wrong word and I rip out your tongue from your mouth?”

With a defiant glare, you responded, “What I said last night still remains true today and for eternity. You will never scare me, Na Jaemin. For you are only a puny prince whose future will bring the Underworld farther than Hell itself.”

Although his smile remained, Jaemin’s eyes visibly hardened and with all of his strength, he forcibly pinned you to the bed, red eyes glazing over your face. Lingering on odd places like your cheeks or your neck, Jaemin blinked slowly at you, anger radiating from his form.

“A puny prince, huh? My wife, my queen, seems to think that I am not capable of leading our country for the better. Should I teach her a lesson? Should I fuck her until her legs are shaking and mark her dry until all the blood is gone from her body? Or should I just hand her over to my men and let her experience a second without her title,” he sneered. 

Fear bubbled inside you but you forced it down and you cursed the weakness of your mind.

Even though vampires were mostly indestructible on the outside with cement-like skin, they were very prone and vulnerable to normal emotions. The absence of the heart meant nothing as the blood of humans carried something that fueled their existence and it traveled inside. But normal emotions was normal and could easily be felt, vampire or not.

A small but cold laugh escaped your lips, “My bloodline runs all over the kingdoms. If you should even do that, they are obligated to ruin Orenda due to their association with me. So try it, my king. For it will be the last time you’ll ever see your country and your family, alive.”

The threat clearly affected the boy but you were taken aback by his response. A pair of cold lips smashed to your own and you responded just as harsh, biting his lips and drawing his blood.

But when his lips left yours to bite on your flesh, a soft whimper filled the room as the razor sharp teeth roughly attached themselves on you and the abuse was something familiar yet unfamiliar to you. The fear of being trapped and so helpless that you couldn’t even push him away because you were weak.

He was taking his anger out, on you.

And there was nothing you could do to defend yourself.

You cried on the tub that day.

Paris was unusually cold during the summer month of June.

You bundled up in a beige trench coat with a black baker boy hat and a pair of vintage oval sunglasses from the 60s. The sunlight did little to nothing as it was still near 40 degrees and it didn’t warm the air. However, the sun’s fiery rays were still felt by sensitive beings like you and vampires were very prone to being cautious and try to stay away from hot things like those.

“Dear cousin, I take your honeymoon with the prince did not satisfy you as you are here shopping with me in Paris when you could be busy making love to your new husband.”

“Jaehyun, do watch your mouth. As much as I could care less for him, insulting his manhood is enough to cause that wretched temper of his into launching a seige to Metanoia and I do love you and Uncle and Aunt but your kingdom is far smaller and weaker than his army. You are one of my favorites and I’d rather love to watch Hoseok for his coronation to his kingdom that is still there.”

Jaehyun watched you with an amused look as your answer was said as you flicked through the coat racks full of Louis Vuitton coats, joining you with the inspection of the clothing. You were so nonchalant over the whole thing and he can really see the amount of training your parents have put you through to prepare you for your marriage to Jaemin.

“You know, sometimes I forget that you were the same girl who cried because I wouldn’t let her put a flower crown on my head,” he chuckled causing you look at him with a nostalgic look on your face.

“Oh, yes. I was quite naive back then.”

Jaehyun sighed as his eyes continued to look up and down on this particular honey mustard coat, “I remember you being scared of the most childish things. Johnny surprised you by the garden and you cried your little eyes out until your mother threatened to beat you. I guess that’s why you’re not really scared of anything now, huh?” He turned to look at you with a boyish smile, implying your easy agreement to the marriage.

“But the difference was, everything was perfect back then. We were young and we didn’t have anything to fear except for bath time. Now, we worry over who we’re expected to be and who we ought to marry for alliances.” Jaehyun’s fingers froze and he looked off into the wall. “Our lives have slowly become purely our parents and it fucking scares me that one day, we will be like them too. That’s my fear, Jaehyun. My one fear.”

Turning away from the horridly bright colors of the clothing, Jaehyun looked back at you and he felt sadness swelling up inside at the sight before him.

You’ve managed to fool everyone with your bravery and courage for your parents’ favor. However, there was a time where it wasn’t all an act and that you really were ready to risk it all just because they asked you to. 

A naive little girl.

But now that you’ve been exposed to everything and anything, Jaehyun saw the little girl crying behind those scarlet orbs, not because of his strong refusal of the orchid covered crown, but with fear of the world and no one to defend her for what’s to come.

a/n: oof sorry for making jaemin look like an asshole but hey, we need a plot line!

might start updating once or twice a week, usually monday. i have about 2 chapters written out just not fully written out, yknow? hard to explain but here’s your update!! so sorry for making yall wait without a schedule 🥺 ayo, send a few of yall names so i can use your name for an oc in this series. i feel kinda bad bc y/n’s friends needs some names

last also. if yall didn’t get it, jaehyun’s birthday is valentines day and she’s in paris and paris is known to be the city of love so paris is a part of metanoia, which is jaehyun’s kingdom, and Hoseok, J-Hope, is with the last name of Jung so I made him jaehyun’s older brother. a lot more characters will show up in the next chapter so don’t worry!!!

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Thousands of years ago, many kingdoms were scattered around the world. 

Civilizations from the Egyptians to the Mesopotamians, everyone lived in their respective territories without any concern. However, war usually broke out among these human kingdoms and sometimes, found victory to be too far away so they enlisted the help of the Underworld.

This world remained hidden from plain sight with the use of magic and they couldn’t risk the revelation of these curious little humans. From faes to werewolves and vampires to witches, the supernatural beings of the unknown world were trying to be safe. 

However, as the great Pharaoh Khufu neared his deathbed, his doctors gained information about ways to preserve his life and his legacy. The Great Pyramid of Giza was only made possible by the help of the witches from the Kingdom Meraki. Khufu exchanged his soul for the creation of his pyramid, including spells and enchantments specifically to keep out unwanted visitors and robbers. Due to Meraki’s reputation of being the artistic and architectural kingdom, the pyramid remained intact for thousands of years.

This agreement between the Merakis and the Egyptians formed the first alliance of the Human and the Underworld. Egypt became a superpower during its time.

But of course, there comes a time where everything will eventually fall apart, no matter what spells or enchantments were placed to preserve the pact.

An arranged marriage between an Egyptian prince and a Meraki princess was supposed to strengthen the alliance but with the news of the death of the princess crushed that hope. Furthermore, the prince was accused with killing the girl as he was thought to experiment and research their kind and what made them so different.

With anger from the betrayal of the humans, Meraki, along with their Underworld kingdom allies, snarled at the Egyptians and the rest of the Other World, developing a deep hatred as one of their kind was killed by the hands of a human. 

The High Meraki King, Suleimon, was driven mad with the death of his daughter and forever cursed Egypt, never letting them be a stable kingdom for as long as they stand.

A crime in one of the Kingdoms was a crime to all of the Underworld.

..

Although you’ve never been good at planning, this auction seemed to be taking a lot of your energy. With the stress of it and combined with the sudden intense thirst for blood made it hard for you to even focus at all. Inviting Jisung for a midnight hunt in Australia, you both satisfied your hunger from this town called Riverun, disguising the mangled corpses as murdered bodies.

Jaemin noticed your skittish and different behavior and-he couldn’t believe it himself-was slightly worried. 

He often found you slumped over your desk in your office or already passed out on the bed by the time he got home from hanging out with the others. It was known that vampires don’t get physically tired but they were most vulnerable and capable to breaking down under mental exhaustion. 

Holding a glass of pig’s blood and walking towards the familiar gold door on the right, he casually walked in without bothering to knock.

“What is it, Orendian?” You didn’t even look up as you knew who it was based on the scent he carried.

Peaches and Chocolate.

“Visited Mother and Father today. It wasn’t a pleasant appearance but they have grown to live with it. After all, the fate of their country rests on my hands. It’s best if they don’t anger me otherwise,” he answered.

A sigh escaped your lips and you massaged your temple with your right hand. “What do you really want, Na Jaemin? Because I know for sure you’re not just here for small talk.”

Placing down the glass on the coffee table in front of the fireplace, Jaemin leaned against the wall and crossed his arms before speaking. “I have grown worried about your health, Kalon spawn. This auction is not as big of a deal as it is. You being too exhausted to even speak to the press with me, or even being too tired to make love to me at night, has caused quite a concern.”

Finally looking up and peering at him through your circle glasses, you sent him a glare and growled. “You’re nothing but a face to the kingdom and a horny little shit. I’d hate to kill you before you could even wear that ridiculous green crown of yours.” Your fingers went up to slowly take off your rims and held it for a second before sending him a sickly sweet smile. “So if you could, the door is right there. I can’t be bothered to show you out.” 

It seems that little comment angered him as he marched up to you and roughly placed his hands on the oak table. His red eyes glared into your own and he slightly bared his fangs. 

“Do not speak to me like that, you dirty blood spawn.”

“Then don’t treat me as if I’m just a toy that you can play with and take with you wherever you want. I’m a woman, Na Jaemin. So treat me like one.”

Days after your spat, you haven’t exactly spoken any words to him as you were usually asleep when he arrived or he was asleep when you climbed on the bed. This time, it was the same thing. Except today, he wore nothing so you were able to see his bare chest. Propping yourself on your elbow, you laid on your side and examined every little eyelash as you couldn’t fall asleep. It wandered down to his ridiculously perfect nose, to his cupid’s bow, and to his plump lips that looked a little dry from the gusts of wind that came in through the small window.

If he wasn’t such a dick and a bitch, he would’ve looked handsome to your eyes. But the way he has treated you has made it nearly impossible for you to be able to see him as nothing but a little shit.

Eventually wandering down to his neck and Adam’s apple, you noticed about a dozen green lines that looked really familiar to you. Seeing the faint lines trailing farther, you clenched your jaw in anger and fury.

You may hate his guts but you weren’t able to let him be killed by someone else.

You will be the one to do so.

After a particularly late night with just hanging up on the phone with Donghyuck, you entered the bedroom with Jaemin sipping his nightly tea and Jun bowing towards you before starting to the door. Smelling a particularly strong smell, you almost stumbled walking towards the bed and your eyes widened, immediately recognizing it.

With a quick flick, the delicate China cup fell from his hands and the contents of it spilled below on the beige carpet. Jaemin looked at you irritably and just looked at you with a slightly glare and furrowed eyebrows.

“What the fuck?” he drawled out. Your eyes flickered from the wet stain to his eyes and you scoffed.

“Are you a prince or not? More, a vampire prince? You idiotic excuse of royalty! How could you regard the cup was practically filled with poison! What’s more, fucking holy water!” You shrieked and Jaemin’s face shifted.

At first, he was shocked and completely confused but now, he was more than angry. He was murderous and livid.

“What did you just say?” An angry whisper pushed itself from his mouth and you grabbed his chin and pushed it up, making the view of his neck more visible.

“I noticed these green lines a few nights ago. I didn’t think much of it but I’m pretty sure what this is from. Someone has been poisoning you, Jaemin. I can smell that holy water and they must’ve used it to brew your tea.”

The only logical reasoning made you look up at him, teeth biting at your bottom lip. “The only thing I can think of is Jun-”

“Jun would never betray me like this. He’s been with me since I was a child. He would never do such a thing.”

“What else is there? Who else is there to blame?”

He wasn’t sure if he even believes you.

You can tell by the way his eyes inspected you that he thought you were just playing a game. Lying to him. But you bent down, bracing yourself as you touched the little bit of liquid still resting on the cup. You hissed at the slight pain and it confirmed your suspicions.

“it’s poisoned, Jaemin.” You confirmed and his brows continued to knit together. “However, I don’t know how you or Jun don’t smell it, or even feel it. There’s no marking on your body that indicates a charm and these faded lines show that this has been happening for a while. If I’m correct, even way before we were married.”

Jaemin just stared at you, emotion clear from his face. Such a serious accusation against one of his trusted men by a Kalonian princess. Who was he to believe?

“I believe you have been tricked so much in your life that you have no problem but to look past everything else and accuse my butler immediately.” Jaemin’s voice deepened considerably and you knew he was a little angry at your lack of faith to Jun.

A hint of a smirk flitted past your lips. “He’s nothing but a butler to you, prince. Yet, why do you protect him so?” Your head cocked to the side, curiously. “We can keep our friends at an arm’s length but our enemies can be hidden in the shadows behind us. That’s why I have no problem mentioning him as a suspect. In the end of the day, I am alone. You are alone. So what kind of fool lets himself be fooled by a little bit of friendship?”

In a blink of an eye, Jaemin has pinned against his wall beside the long window with his arm pressed against your throat. 

“What did you just call me?” He hissed, expecting you to cower away from his fangs.

But you just placed a sly smile. “A fool.” 

He pressed harder and your eyebrows knitted together, slightly pained. “But it’s okay. Sometimes you have to change your role as a prince to a fool. To be the fool to fool the fool who think they’re fooling you.”

He paused and looked at you different. “This is not a simple play that I can easily change my character and expect an understudy to take over. I am the future king of Kalon and Orenda, princess. I can’t trust anyone to bear the weight of that title other than myself.”

The pained expression behind his cold facade in his eyes made you wince as it felt familiar to you and you just can’t help but softly place a hand on his cheek. The bags under his eyes made it clear of the pressure being placed upon by his parents as he neared his coronation age. Although he never mentioned it to you, the reason for his visit to his family’s house was to prepare him for what’s to come. 

And he didn’t like it.

“What do you expect me to do with Y/N?! Huh? What about her?!”

“It should be easy to you, Jaemin. She’s just a girl. A princess, sure, but just a girl. Once this is all over, you can have your pick at any girl you’d like.”

It took a bit of legilimency and it wasn’t easy as you were out of practice but with the help of the library and ancient Meraki spellbooks hidden away, you were able to look into his memories and you were shocked to see his defiance and refusal to betray you.

Despite everything he has done to you, you have equally tortured him and you didn’t think he was so bad. If anything, you were both the same.

“I was wed to you because my purpose is to share the burden with you, not to just be a handbag on your arm for the public. And I still stand by my statement. It’s okay to not be the prince for a second. You’re still a child, for devil’s sake. A foolish child, but it’s okay.”

Jaemin loosened the pressure and he looked down, his fringe covering his face. His fist shook with anger and he finally looked up to you with raging eyes. “It wasn’t my fault that I was placed into this life and I never asked to be the crowned prince. Don’t you think I have wanted to just be a child before? To go to parties and go to university like the other vampire children? But I can’t. I can’t because I was given the short end of the stick.”

A sympathetic expression graced your face and you couldn’t believe it but you gave him a slightly soft smile, understanding his pain. “I think we all have. But it’s harder for me because I’m just a woman. For me, it wasn’t to be a child. It was to be a man and be able to express myself without the restrictions of my gender. I couldn’t even tell you the amount of times I’ve been shot down and my ideas thrown out of the window because of what I look like. So we’re in the same boat, Na Jaemin. I can’t believe it’s taken us this long but we need to look out for each other. If we want to change the ideals of our families and countries, we must change and break away from the strings of our puppets.”

For the first time since he married you, Na Jaemin looked past your dress and your face. He saw a prisoner trying to get out.

He saw him.

Inviting him out for tea, Jaemin sounded genuinely surprised as Jun delivered the message from you. After several talks about the poisoning, Jaemin has become quite leery of Jun and was very suspicious as you even wanting to do anything with him was very unlike you. 

Keeping on guard and watching Jun’s every move, he followed him out to the courtyard and let out a relieved sigh at the sight of you reading. He walked towards the table and saw an array of sweet edibles.

“I thought you didn’t like sugar?” He asked as he sat down. You looked up at him from your book and sniffed.

“Of course, I don’t. But you do.” You answered. “Also, peach tea, your favorite. I was unsure of how many sugar cubes you placed in it so I’ve just left it out.” You added before returning back to your book.

All he could do was look at you in shock.

How could you remember his affinity for sweets? Also, not minding the smell of the sweet tea even though nothing infuriated you more than the smell of peaches.

“Jun, could you leave us for a moment?” You asked without looking up from your book.

Jaemin saw Jun curtly nod and walk away through the doors and back to the house.

“What was that about?” He asked before shoving a cookie in his mouth.

Looking up, your lips curled at the crumbs around his lips and grabbed a napkin to wipe his lips. “Oh, do mind your manners, Orendian.” He stared at your face as it concentrated on getting rid of the bits of crumbs with the white napkin. “Anyways, I have done some research and of course, I was right.”

He chuckled after taking a sip of his tea and wiping his lips. “Quite a confidence there, princess.”

“Well, I touched the liquid and it was indeed holy water and the fainter the lines are, the longer it’s happened. It seems he hasn’t given you any until that night because if he has done it recently, it would be clear and evident. Green symbolizes the holy water and the thin lines were left as it burned its way down-.”

Jaemin listened but found himself distracted at the way your lips moved and the wonder if they have always been that pink.

“-And the question still remains. How do you not feel or smell it and how come nobody else noticed it?”

A playful smile-more like a smirk-appeared on his face to cover up the fact that he hasn’t been listening to your rant. “Oh? My Queen, you seem to be taking on an entire village’s role. You’re a princess, a planner, now a doctor? What else is there I don’t know about you?”

Mockingly smiling, you shook your head. “Ha ha, so funny. You see, there’s a difference between you and I. I’m educated and clearly, you’re not.”

Obviously taking offense to that comment, he widened his eyes at you. “Excuse me, Kalonian? Are you saying I’m stupid and illiterate?”

“Well, did you hear those words coming out of my mouth? But it’s good to know you think about yourself like that. However, now I wonder. If you think you’re stupid and illiterate, why do you act like such a pompous ass all the time?”

A hearty laugh filled the air and you watch in surprise at the way this boy in front of you scrunched his eyes in laughter and the corners of his mouth raised his cheeks. 

This was clearly not the same one you married a while ago.

To your surprise, you were actually able to tolerate him for just one afternoon.

And all it took was a simple poisoned cup.

Sitting on the car with Jun sitting at the passenger seat, your fingernails dug into the leather of the seat and you tried to stop yourself from ripping open the door and tearing his head off yourself. 

With the things he has done to your husband and the fact that he even tried to kill him with you in the house and probably knowing your goals, you felt disrespected and when that happened, you were going to take action.

“Your Highness, I have received word the Lee’s Butler that Prince Donghyuck is waiting for you at this address.” Jun informed from the front and you bit a cruel grin, knowing exactly where it was without even having to look at it.

“Oh, yes. Tell him we will be right there.”

With the excuse of wanting to have tea with the Lees, you told Jaemin you were bringing Jun along with you in case you needed him. On the plane to Cerilian, you took note of Jun’s odd behavior, knowing that being an Underworlder made him so anxious to be so high up and so close to the Heavens. 

Or it could be the guilty conscience.

The drive there felt like you were driving straight to Lucifer’s palace with how long it took but you finally arrived at a manor. The manor that was only used by Donghyuck for special reasons.

Jun opened the door and walked out first before opening your door and holding out a hand to help you out. Biting back your disgust, you daintily hovered a hand over his gloved one and took off your sunglasses, strutting to the main door where 2 tall men stood guard.

“Hello, gentlemen. Pleasant day?” You asked sweetly. They looked at you and returned to their fixed gaze above your head.

“Princess Y/N of Kalon has requested to see Prince Donghyuck.” Jun said and the men stood the side and pushed the door open.

You sent them a bright grin and offered a loud ‘thanks!’ before entering the manor. 

Inside, Donghyuck sat on the couch, messing around with what seems to be cocaine. You saw his concentrated expression melt away as he caught sight of you and opened his arms for a welcoming hug.

“Hello, princess! It has been a while hasn’t it?!” You nodded and when his red eyes rested on someone behind you, his grin grew wider. Very sadistically. “Oh! And you brought Jun with you!”

With an angry scoff, you looked at him pointedly. “Can we start, Donghyuck? I promised my husband I’ll be home tomorrow. And I’d love to cram a bit of sight-seeing of your country.”

Donghyuck bowed, “Yes, your highness.” And he stood up, a wicked glint in his eyes. “BOYS!”

The 2 men from outside entered and Jun looked out of sorts as they took him by his arms and legs before dragging him away. 

“Y-Your Highness! Princess Y/N! Help! What-!” His yells silenced and you thought one of them knocked him out.

“Shall we, princess?” Donghyuck offered his arm which you took with a polite smile.

“We Shall.”

Jun woke up a few minutes later and he looked around wildly at the plain room and tugged at the restraints. He saw the 2 men with you and Donghyuck to the side. Trying not to look obvious, he closed his eyes and tried to use his magic to remove the ropes but to no avail, instead making it tighter which caused him to whine quietly.

“I wouldn’t try that, if I were you.” Donghyuck warned. “The more magic is done, the more it’s going to restrict. It can only be done with a Sterilian steel knife and it’s right here.” He patted his pants pockets.

“Your Highness! Princess Y/N! What’s the matter of this?!” He yelled and you only gave him a cold smile.

“What the hell is the matter with you? Poisoning your king and doing it under my fucking HOUSE!” You roared. 

He grew quiet until he spoke quietly with venom lacing his voice. “My brothers and my father died in the war between Orenda and Kalon. Then their bodies were taken, blood drained to be dipped into your swords as it is the only thing that could cut vampire skin. You tricked our families and Meraki thinking you were doing good but you were doing it all wrong!” Jun looked up with angry and sad eyes. “All of us! We grew without a male and the only ones left in my family were taken and thrown into a fucking war they weren’t meant to be part of! You and your bullshit lies! All of you! Fraudulent!”

You’d be lying if you said his answer didn’t hurt because it did. Every night you thought about how terrible this alliance was and the lives lost for no reason. A single marriage in exchange for millions of lives.

Donghyuck remained silent so you spoke. “All of that happened under the leadership of our parents and our ancestors. We had no control of that. Jaemin and I? We’re going to change that, Jun. We want to break away from this and change our world to its full potential without the loss of any of our and your kind. We want to make this place a better place!”

“That Merakian princess? King Suleimon’s daughter? We know the truth. She was killed by you lot because of his obsession with her. Rather than taking ownership of it, you let the Egyptians take the blame and let Meraki loathe humans for thousands of years. All of you are liars from the very start. I may be foolish but I’m not a fool. You cannot deceive me with your lies. That’s why I did it. I did it because I had the closest connection to the future ruler of the Vampire World. I may not be remembered but I will avenge my country!”

“You crazy, ignorant son of a bitch,” Donghyuck sneered. 

You walked over and placed a delicate finger under his chin to bring him to eye level with you. “Normally, I would understand people like you. Revolutionists, right? But you have tried to kill my husband, Jun. I can’t allow others to do that unless it was me. And bad things happen to the people who interfere with my plans.” You said and slapped his face.

“You will die for this, Kalonian! You and the rest of your kind!” He screamed and it became louder as the guards poured holy water on him.

Donghyuck had a cruel smile on his face as he watched the scene in front of him and he offered a match of fire, which you accepted.

Holding it tightly and ignoring the slight hiss at the proximity of the flame, you stood in front of Jun for the last time. “And Jun, before you go. Only my husband can call me that.”

And you dropped the match.

a/n: and that’s on self quarantine

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