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borathae · 2 years

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“Yoongi was a warrior in the Queen’s army, brave and loyal to his duties even if that meant protecting Her daughter, who can’t stand his presence in the slightest and who more often than not uses him as her way of taking out her anger. As one fateful night forces them to survive together, they soon need to learn how to live with each other.”

Pairing: Warrior!Yoongi x Princess!Reader

Genre: Fantasy, e2l!AU, Smut

Warnings: LOTS of plot & worldbuilding, violence & fighting, wounds, deep hatred in the beginning, she is mean in the beginning but character development happens dw, slurs, cuddling for warmth *wink wink*, loss of virginity, they are both virgins fyi, kissing, missionary in a cave, Yoongi likes kissing her boobies and neck, Yoongi’s hands, also blonde Daechwita!Yoongi because he deserves his own warning

Wordcount: 21.7k

a/n: I always start one of these stories, thinking that I can’t love it more than the other ones, and I always end up proving myself wrong. Writing this story gave me so much JOY omfg please I would literally give my life for warrior!Yoongi. Also I know, I know :( it is once again so freaking long, but please :( give it a chance, I promise you that you will get lots of plot and Yoongi for your patience :(

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Yoongi heard the whispers and felt the eyes on him. They all knew where he was going and what was going to happen.

The princess had a fight with her husband.

The news spread like a wildfire this morning, reaching Yoongi by the evening. He had just returned from the Queen’s hunt when one of her servants told him to see her in her chambers immediately.

She was furious so they said before wishing him strength.

Yoongi felt nothing as he made his way to the princess’ chambers. He walked this walk a hundred times before. What was to come doesn’t faze him anymore. It was the whispers and stares, which never became easier to bear, no matter how often he climbed the stairs to her chambers.

Yoongi knocks twice. He doesn’t expect an answer and so he enters.

“You sent for me Your Highness”, he announces himself, falling to his knees in an instant. He places his sword before his knees, keeping his head lowered.

“Where were you?” she spits.

“I was out hunting with your mother.”

Slap.

Yoongi stays quiet despite the ache on his cheek.

“You kept me waiting, how dare you?”

“Your Highness, the Queen, she needed my company.”

Slap.

“Who do you think you are? How dare you talk back to me.”

“Forgive me, Your Highness.”

She grabs a bundle of his hair and tugs his head back.

Yoongi doesn’t react at the feeling. He tries not to look into her eyes, but fails. She looks furious tonight. The fight with her husband must have angered her deeply.

Yoongi doesn’t like her husband. Not only was he a simple fool, but he angered her on top of that. And when she was angry she sent for Yoongi to bear the punishments her husband should bear in his stead.

“Look at you, you’re so ugly”, she spits, twisting his hair, “do people tell you that? Do they tell you that you’re ugly?” she asks, running her finger down the scar on his face.

Yoongi closes his eyes, shuddering in disgust as her finger runs over his eyelid.

“Yes Your Highness, they do.”

“Good”, she places her hand all over his face and pushes his head back roughly, “and I hope they never stop.”

Yoongi never got the answers of why she was hurting him instead of her useless husband.

Some servants say it was because of the prince’s powerful mother and that the Queen therefore forbade her daughter to hurt her husband.

Others say it was because the husband was an emotional fool, who cries the moment the princess raises her voice at him and that the princess grew annoyed by the constant wailing.

Yoongi believes that it was simply because he was at the wrong place and the wrong time.

It was two winters ago when the princess married the prince of the Sand Queendom. She disliked him from the beginning for the way he looked and behaved. He angered her one night and in a fit of rage she struck him. Yoongi made the mistake of helping him to his feet again and it was Yoongi, who received the next strike. Ever since that day she always calls for Yoongi when her husband angered her and he has to bear the kind of punishment a husband should take by himself.

“You know, I told him to stay home and yet he still wandered the mountains with his friends”, she spits as she connects her hand with his face, “why is he always defying me?”

“I don’t –“

“Shut up, I’m not talking to you!”

Yoongi closes his mouth and accepts the next slap.

“He cried again today, he is such a pathetic man. Why did mother choose such a terrible husband for me?”

Yoongi allows her to shake his head roughly.

“Stop looking like that. Why are you so ugly?”

“Please forgive me, Your Highness. I’m tired.”

“Fuck”, she grasps his cheeks tightly, “you’re even uglier when you’re tired.”

She leans down and smells him.

“Disgusting, you stink.”

“Forgive me, I was on horseback the entire day.”

She pushes him, making him fall on his elbows.

“Leave, your scent insults me, it’s no fun tonight.”

“Yes Your Highness, please forgive me”, Yoongi says, grabbing his sword to leave her room on his knees.

The Queen was on a hunt again. Yoongi rides beside her, scouting the area for dangers. The princess joined their hunting group today. She left her husband at home, but took her horrible friends with her. They were giggling the entire time. Yoongi felt his head ache at the sound of it.

“I heard that some of Morrok’s people were sighted in the north forests three moons ago”, the Queen tells Yoongi.

“Yes my Queen, my people took care of them”, Yoongi answers her.

“I never doubted that Sire, but it makes me wonder what they were doing so far up north.”

“Perhaps they were on their way further north, I heard of a man creating an army of men, who share his mindset. They call themselves the Ravens.”

“Yes, I heard that as well. It seems that these days more and more men become victims of madmen.”

“Yes my Queen, so it seems”, Yoongi agrees.

“Mother!” the princess rides up to her mother’s side, “mother we are bored, when can we kill something?”

“Patience and if you keep chattering like that you won’t catch anything today.”

“But mother, Luthia saw a deer back there. Please allow us to check it out.”

“Very well, but take Yoongi with you.”

The princess looks at him and scrunches her nose up in disgust. Yoongi feels the same. He doesn’t want to spend time with the princess.

“Do I really have to?”

“Yes ___ you do.”

She clicks her tongue, “fine. Come Yoongi.”

“Yes, Your Highness”, Yoongi obeys and turns his horse.

The princess gallops off afterwards.

“Sire”, the Queen stops him.

“Yes my Queen?”

“Please keep her out of trouble.”

“Yes my Queen, I will”, he promises before galloping down the forest path.

He catches up with the princess and her friends soon enough. They were giggling again, but that stopped when they noticed Yoongi’s presence. He can feel every single one of their deathly glares on his face as he rides to the front to join the princess’ side.

“___ what is that fool doing here?” Luthia asks, eyeing Yoongi with disgust.

“My mother insists I take him”, you answer her and roll your eyes, “she still doesn’t believe that I can fend for myself.”

It makes Yoongi scoff quietly, just quietly enough that you wouldn’t hear it.

“And she has to send him out of all your warriors?”

You look at Yoongi by your side, studying his face. He is frowning, scouting the area as he was told to do.

“I’m not happy about it either, but let’s pretend that he isn’t here. Tell us Luthia where did you see the deer?”

“I watched it run down this path.”

“That leads to the ruins of Bruinnen”, Yoongi murmurs.

“So? Do you want to tell us something?” Luthia spits.

“There are spirits in those lands, angry spirits.”

Luthia laughs and soon the rest of her friends, including you laugh as well.

“Those are legends, you simple fool, there are no spirits in the world”, Luthia says, riding up to Yoongi just to slap the back of his head.

Yoongi reacts, turning his head to glare at her.

“People disappear in those lands and you want to enter them like a reckless child?” he spits.

Luthia frowns.

“Now I understand your anger with him ___ he is way too noisy.”

Yoongi scoffs, turning to you.

“Your Highness believe me, you don’t want to enter the spirits’ lands.”

You laugh, “keep your mouth shut Yoongi. We are going.”

Yoongi twists the reins in anger. The princess is such a reckless child, one day she will get herself killed and maybe, just maybe, he will watch it happen.

The path is welcoming for now. High trees with barks of silver and red crowns of leaves. The sunlight enters the forest through little holes in the canopy, painting the paths and the surrounding scrubs ruby. The air smells fresh as well, warming your limbs.

“Tell me ___ isn’t he the fool, who helped your husband after you disciplined him?” another friend of the princess asks.

“Yes he is. He is the fool who thought it was his right to step in between”, you answer her with distaste.

The friend studies Yoongi’s face.

“He is just as ugly as you told me. Hey ugly”, she stubs his arm with the dull end of her arrow, “where did you get that scar from?”

Yoongi stays silent. In moments like these he wishes that he could live a different life. He enjoys being the Queen’s warrior as she was a kind woman, but truly when he has to be alone with the princess and her horrible friends he wishes that he could live a different life.

“He probably got it from helping another woman’s husband”, Luthia jokes, making them cackle.

“Or maybe he got it from fighting spirits”, the friend jokes.

Laughter bounces off the high trees, taunting Yoongi.

“No, but please be honest where did you get it from, ugly?” Luthia asks.

He knows that she doesn’t want to hear the truth. She wasn’t interested in him, she just wanted to poke fun at him.

“I can’t remember”, Yoongi murmurs.

“Ha! He says he can’t remember. Did you hear that? He probably hit himself with his own sword.”

Their laughter rings in his ears and forces a shaky exhale over his lips. He truly wishes to live a different life in such moments.

“Oh!”

The laughter stops.

“Look Luthia the deer”, you exclaim, pointing at the poor animal in the far distance.

“This is mine”, Luthia whispers and draws her bow.

She hits the deer on its shoulder, making it run away.

“Stay! You are not allowed to run away from me!” Luthia screams, kicking her horse roughly and galloping off.

“Luthia! Slow down!”

You turn to Yoongi.

“Go after her and protect her.”

“Yes, Your Highness”, Yoongi obeys as always, galloping down the forest path.

He meets the horrible woman at the end of the path.

Yoongi shivers, slowing down his horse. They have reached the border to the spirits’ lands. The once ivory path is corrupted by the black soil creeping out of the dark forest. The air was tense and the light sparse. The smell of death lingered on every inch of ground and the once proud trees were wilted and black, sparse of leaves and life.

Yoongi reaches the horrible girl. She looks at him and his fingers around the handle of his sword.

“What’s that? The forest looks so ugly here” she asks him in disgust.

“The border to the spirits’ land”, Yoongi answers her.

She looks at him.

“I didn’t ask for jokes right now, crip”, she spits.

Yoongi lowers his eyes in anger.

“I don’t make jokes, girl. Now let’s turn around and join the others.”

“No. The deer ran inside, I want my arrow back.”

“The arrow is gone, let’s leave.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“I don’t work for you”, Yoongi growls and turns his horse, “let’s leave.”

He can watch the princess and the rest of her horrible friends ride down the windy path and he is in no mood to fight for five more people if the spirits decide to show themselves.

“I am still higher in rank than you. Now you will show me some respect.”

Yoongi felt the cold blade of her arrow’s head rest itself on his shoulder. He clenches his jaw. The princess watched it happening, telling her horse to go faster in reaction.

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses out under his breath.

“Luthia, why are you holding an arrow against my warrior’s neck?”

“My arrow is inside this forest and this fool refuses to help me.”

Yoongi knows that she was lying, but doesn’t say anything. His chest fills with anger when the princess’ cold eyes land on his face.

“You are going to do as you are told and retreat Luthia’s arrow.”

“She can go herself, I’m not risking my life for an arrow.”

Shocked gasps cut through the air. The princess lowers her eyes in anger. Yoongi can watch how she raises her riding crop, closing his eyes in anticipation. The hit is harder than he had initially thought it would be, leaving a dark red imprint on his cheek.

“This was a warning, if you disobey me again I will strike you with my sword.”

Yoongi clenches his jaw, staying on his horse.

“Go!” she yells at him, raising her riding crop a second time.

Yoongi catches it, almost breaking it between his fingers as anger makes his grasp iron.

He pushes it away, jumping off his horse afterwards.

“There we go, ugly”, Luthia spits.

Yoongi takes two steps and then he falters, staring into the darkness of the spirits’ lands. He knows the legends. Knows the stories of people losing their minds in those woods. Knows the stories of people getting lost on the windy paths. Knows the stories of the people dying in those forests, damned to a fate of being forgotten. Yoongi doesn’t frighten easily, but at this moment he is so scared that he can feel his knees begin to shake.

“Go on you’ve come so far already”, the princess encourages him with a dark smirk.

Then a sharp pain in his shoulder. One of her friends poked him with the tip of her sword.

“Don’t make us wait.”

He sends her a deathly glare over his shoulder, draws his sword and sets foot into the forest. His foot had to simply touch the soil and he felt his bones fill with iciness. The air made it hard to breathe and even his heart seemed to struggle with pumping his blood through his veins.

The laughter of the horrible girls rings in his ear like distorted whispers of death.

Yoongi tightens the grip around his sword, having to swallow deeply to get air into his lungs again.

“I-if there a-are spirits w-with me, k-kill the g-girls in m-my stead”, he stutters, “they would deserve it”, he adds under his breath.

“Hey ugly! Found it?”

“Or are you busy fighting spirits?”

Laughter, shrill and loud. The magic in those forests corrupts it.

Sweat, he could feel it run down his forehead. Air. If his lungs don’t work soon he will faint.

Laughter. Laughter. Laughter.

“Ugly where are you?”

“Don’t run away!”

Air. Air. Air.

“Fuck”, Yoongi stops, seeking support against one of the trees.

It burns. His hand burns.

He pulls back quickly, staring at the black goo on his fingers. It was smoking.

“What is that?” he exclaims, wiping it off quickly “get off of me.”

He raises his fingers, they are shaking uncontrollably. Blisters. They weren’t here before. The tree burned him.

Air. Air. Air.

Yoongi grunts, blinking quickly. His vision is blurry. Where is the path? Where is he?

Intruder. We have an intruder.

Whispers, hundreds of them.

Intruder. Who’s that? Intruder. Death to him. Death. Death. Death.

Hands, black fog, they are closing around his limbs and neck. They fight him, trying to drag him to his knees.

"Stay away", he chokes out, cutting through the air around himself.

He fights! He fights back! Death to him! Death to every human!

“Ah!” Yoongi yells.

An arrow had hit the tree right beside his head.

Laughter.

Yoongi turns.

The princess has her bow raised, wearing an amused smirk.

“Look you made the little cub frighten”, Luthia squeals and giggles.

Yoongi looks at the arrow. White body, red feathers. It is one of the princess’ arrows.

“Come back Yoongi and don’t forget to take my arrow with you!” she calls out and cackles.

Yoongi feels his blood boil. He rips the arrow out of the tree and runs back to the others.

Come back! Don’t run! No! No! No! Death to all humans!

The fog follows him.

Laughter. They are still laughing at him despite the danger.

Don’t run little tiger! Don’t run!

One more step. Yoongi jumps, feet landing on the ivory path. His knees give up on him in an instant, his body sinks in on itself.

“Stand up ugly.”

Yoongi feels the icy gust of wind on his skin. Whispers are in the air. The horses become restless. The laughter finally dies down.

“What was that?” Luthia asks, drawing her sword, “hey ugly what did you do?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer her for catching his breath is all he can think of. His lungs burn as if the fogs had poisoned them. Oh he is so scared that tears have formed in his eyes. He can’t cry, not right now, not in front of them. He can’t cry.

“Yoongi! Stand up you useless man!” the princess spits.

Yoongi lifts his head.

“We want to leave, it is so icy here.”

He grunts. His sword comes in handy for he couldn’t possibly stand up without its help.

“Give me my arrow.”

Yoongi lifts it to the princess' fingers. His hands are shaking, aching from the burns on his palms.

“Ew what is that black goo? No, throw it away. I don’t want it anymore.”

Anger fills his stomach. Yoongi breaks the arrow and throws it on the ground. She scoffs and laughs.

“Now get on your horse or we’ll just leave you here.”

They ride back to the Queen, laughing about how they scared Yoongi and how amusing he looked when he startled. Truly in such moments Yoongi wishes to live a different life.

The bells were ringing. Yoongi never heard those bells before. He was not supposed to hear them. Nobody was. They were supposed to stay silent until time had taken everyone and nature reclaimed the castle.

And yet they did, shaking the entire castle awake.

“Breach! We have been breached!”

Yoongi is on his feet in an instant, grasping his sword and running out of his bedroom. He had no time to do his hair or put real clothes on. The castle was under attack, his duties were more important.

Screams echo through the hallways. Some originated in anger, some in pain, some were distorted in fear. Yoongi made no difference between them. The castle was never supposed to be filled with screams. People ran, barely even noticing when they bumped into him. Yoongi looked into their eyes and saw fear. He understood them. Most of them never learned how to fight for fighting seemed unnecessary in the safety of the castle.

“Keep running! Take the tunnels leading to the mountains!” he tells them.

“Master! Young master!” one of the Queen’s servants, his hands were covered in blood.

He stumbles, clasping Yoongi’s arms tightly.

“Speak.”

“The Queen. She is in danger.”

“Where is she?”

“The ballroom, she locked herself up with some of her servants. They, they are trying to break through.”

“Keep running, don’t stop until you are in the tunnels”, Yoongi tells the young servant before he runs faster.

They are all running away. While he is chasing the danger.

The air smells of blood and burning flesh. The fight must be near. He can hear the shrill screeching of metal. Just round the corner. His soldiers are fighting bravely. Just like he thought, those are Morrok’s men.

“Fuck”, he presses out, leaving his soldiers. They will manage. He needs to make sure the Queen is safe.

Yoongi fights his way through the crowd. His hands were warm from the blood of other people covering them. He slices through all of them, leaving a trail of bodies behind.

Just down the hallway. Yoongi stops. Fire was illuminating the path. Shadows hid behind them, turning at the sound of Yoongi dragging his sword over the ground.

He tilts his head to the side, giving the intruders a menacing smile.

“What? Are we going to stand here all night?” he taunts.

They scream, storming up to him. Fools.

Yoongi changes his stance, lowering his eyes like a tiger watching its prey. He welcomes them all, punishing their foolery with precise cuts through their bodies.

They fall. Every single one of them falls under his punishing claws, they are just another addition to his endless path of corpses.

He listens. Silence. Thumping in the distance just past the fires.

“Fucking hell”, he presses out before running down the fiery hallway, “never like this element, way too hot for my taste”, he murmurs, shielding his mouth and nose with the help of his hand.

Thump. Thump . Thump.

It is rhythmic.

Just up those stairs.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Yoongi slays five more people.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Yoongi can see the ballroom. Five men are trying to break through. Yoongi quickens his steps.

Thump. Thump.

Then a punishing crack and the tall door falls apart.

“No!”

He runs and runs. The screams are unbearable in his ears.

“My Queen!”

Yoongi reaches the ballroom just in time to watch one of the men pierce the Queen’s intestines with a spear.

“No!” he roars.

“Kill him! It’s just one, kill him!” Morrok’s men scream, pointing their weapons at Yoongi.

He slays every single one of them, granting them deaths so painful even the fairies of death weeps for their souls. He spared one of them. The one carrying the spear. He spared him after cutting off both his legs.

“Somebody help!” the man screams, fleeing from Yoongi.

He follows him over the floor, dragging his long sword behind himself and through the path of blood the man leaves behind.

“You are going to pay for what you did”, Yoongi growls angrily and blinded by rage he raises his sword to rip him apart like a tiger would its prey.

It is done. Yoongi stands in the man’s blood, hands shaking by his side for he was filled with rage.

“Sire.”

Yoongi turns.

“My Queen”, he is by her side in an instant, kneeling by her head, “my Queen don’t move.”

“Yoongi it was him, he let them inside.”

“Who did my Queen? Who?”

The Queen’s eyes flutter. She reaches for Yoongi’s hand. He grasps it tightly, soiling it with his dripping tears.

“My daughter…protect her…from her….husband…promise –“

“My Queen? My Queen?!”

Yoongi shakes her hand then her body then he touches her neck. No pulse.

“No, my Queen”, he presses out and whimpers, “my Queen forgive me, please forgive me.”

He closes her eyes with shaking fingers, forcing his tears down.

“I will protect her, I promise you”, he whispers, cupping her cheek, “farewell my Queen.”

He stands up with struggle for his knees wanted to give up in grief. He lost her, the woman who loved him as if he was her own flesh and blood. The woman, whose arms were wide open for him when he thought that the world didn't want him anymore. The woman, who gave him a chance at a new life and who taught him how to fight. And the woman he swore to protect with his life. He was supposed to die, not her. She was never supposed to die.

Yoongi sobs, fighting his way to the princess’ chambers. He didn’t know if his face felt warm from his tears or the blood of his enemies. Perhaps it was both, running down his cheeks and soiling his nightdress.

It was just over the courtyard. Yoongi felt his heart shatter with every corpse he passed. Those were his soldiers and his friends lying next to the enemy. All dead. It seemed as if he was the only one left alive.

He increases his steps. Was he already too late? Will the princess be dead already?

“Young tiger! Finally I looked for you everywhere! My wife, they took her”, the princess’ husband screams, running up to Yoongi with a dagger in his hand.

Yoongi felt blinding rage surge through his body. He let them inside. Safe her from her husband. The Queen’s words are ringing in his ears.

“You need to come with me please, I only have this measly dagger and I-I never learned how to fight”, he calls out.

Yoongi begins running. The husband smiles.

“Exactly, follow me”, he says excitedly, “it is just down by – “ his voice cuts off in a gurgle of pain.

Yoongi grunts and feels his sword pierce through the back of the traitor. He steps closer, forcing the blade through his stomach until his hand is touching the burning skin.

The husband gawks at him, asking him for reasons with just a look.

“This is for killing the Queen, you traitorous bastard”, Yoongi spits, twisting the sword and making the husband cry out his death screech.

Yoongi steps back, watching the pitiful corpse drop to the ground. He grunts, blinks his tears away and runs again.

He finds the princess on his journey to her chambers. They are dragging her away. She is screeching, fighting against their grasps.

“My princess!” Yoongi runs.

He is not going to break the promise he made to the Queen.

“Yoongi?” she whips around, “help me, you useless crip!”

Yoongi falters in his steps.

But then. There are six of them and he feels his arm begin to tire out.

“Help me! Please help me!”

Yoongi tilts his head to the side and watches her with lifeless eyes.

She never treated him well. Perhaps he could just turn around.

“Shut up you whore”, one of the abductors yells and slaps her cheek.

“No”, she screeches.

Yoongi watches as one of the men forces a piece of cloth into her mouth. It makes her cry miserably. His blood boils in anger.

They are going to hurt her. They are going to hurt her in ways he wishes not even on his deepest enemies.

Yoongi tightens his grip around his sword and runs.

He is not going to let them hurt her. He swore to protect her. The evil spirits in his head tested him and he passed. He is not going to run away, he is going to fight.

Yoongi fights bravely, slaughtering four of them.

“Get him Kentov.”

The tall man raises his hammer. It shatters Yoongi’s sword in an instant, forcing him to stumble back.

“How?” he manages to get out and then fingers wrap themselves around his throat so tightly he sees darkness within seconds.

Yoongi opens his eyes and gasps. He sits up, grasping for his throat.

“You’re awake, finally.”

He looks to his side then down at his wrists. They are tied up. Just as his ankles are. He looks back at you.

“My princess”, he croaks.

“Yes you failed, we got captured”, you spit.

Yoongi looks around. You and him were on a carriage, locked in a cage.

“What happened?” he asks.

You scoff and look away, “you passed out after failing to protect me, now we are locked in this cage on our way to heavens knows where.”

Yoongi shifts into a more comfortable sitting position, letting his head fall against the wooden stakes. He grunts, scrunching his nose up. His shoulder aches unbearably.

“I watched you hesitate.”

He turns, just his head. There is anger on your features.

“You hesitated to save me.”

Yoongi scoffs.

“Once we are back home I will tell mother of your disobedience.”

Yoongi grinds his teeth.

“Answer me!”

“Your mother is dead, Your Highness.”

“What?”

“Killed because your husband betrayed you. There is no home to go back to.”

Yoongi watches your eyes fill with tears and he falters. He never saw you cry before.

“No, don’t say that. You’re lying!”

“I fear that I am not.”

“No”, you choke out and weep miserably.

Yoongi turns away again and closes his eyes. He won’t comfort you, instead he allows his own tears to run down his cheeks, keeping silent.

They feed you rotten bread that night. You don’t eat anything, neither does Yoongi.

They keep you close to the group by the horses.

“This is your fault”, you spit.

“My fault?” Yoongi growls.

“If you fought harder we wouldn’t be in this position right now. Hungry and freezing.”

“Ha”, Yoongi scoffs, grinding his teeth.

“You are just as useless as my husband. May the Morguls rip his soul apart.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue.

“Where is my husband? Shouldn’t he be with those traitors?”

Yoongi lowers his eyes in anger, “I killed him.”

“What?”

“I cut open his stomach until I could watch life die out in his eyes.”

“How dare you? Do you want to be killed?”

Yoongi looks at you with dark eyes. You reach out and strike his face.

“Why are you hitting me?” he asks coldly, “I protected you.”

“You didn’t do shit. You hesitated, I saw you stop. You wanted them to take me”, you hit him a second time.

Yoongi grinds his teeth.

“If only my hands weren’t tied. I would choke the life out of you. This is all your fault, all of it.”

“My fault? I fought hard!”

“And yet my mother is dead. All of my friends are dead. Our people are dead. You failed to protect them. This all happened because of you!”

“With all due respect Your Highness, your words mean nothing to me and yes, perhaps I truly stopped for I remembered all the times you watched me suffer with amusement in your eyes”, Yoongi spits.

He watches your eyes fill with tears. Perhaps they were tears of sadness, perhaps they were tears of anger.

“Out of all the people and I am captured with you. Fuck, I should have just killed myself in my chambers.”

Yoongi scoffs and looks away.

“Perhaps you should have”, he murmurs.

You had walked for seven days until finally taking a break. It was hard, your feet ached so terribly and your limbs felt as heavy as stone. The land changed. The forest became darker and the air tenser. They tied you to one of the crippled trees. It was wet around you, cold and the stench of rotting flesh was lingering in the soil.

“Where do you think they are taking us?” you ask Yoongi, barely keeping your eyes open.

“To Morrok”, he answers you dryly.

“Morrok? But I thought he lived south.”

“They are moving camp so it seems.”

“Why?”

“Talks of a strong leader in the north. They call him Rafkan.”

“Rafkan”, you repeat the name, “I heard whispers of that name.”

“Yes, Your Highness. He is one of the Nïuri. It is said that the Black Forest of the Night Queendom was once a forest of golden oak trees until Rafkan claimed it for himself six hundred years ago. His hatred poisoned the forest until it was the mirror of his dark heart.”

“But the Nïuri are peaceful people, they use their immortality to build forests, to nourish nature and to, to protect the history of this world. Why would one of them be filled with so much evil that his heart is able to poison an entire forest?”

Yoongi looks at you with dark eyes, “Spite, anger, perhaps he grew bored of being used as a woman’s punching bag.”

The silence, which follows is heavy on your heart. You lower your eyes.

“And you believe that Morrok wants to join Rafkan?” you ask quietly.

“Yes, I believe he does”, Yoongi answers you dryly, resting his head back against the tree he was currently leaning against.

You look at your captors. They are laughing and singing by a fire, feasting on the deer they had killed this morning. They looked like friends having fun. How can they be filled with such hatred? They killed everyone. Your friends, your mother, your siblings. They left you alone, murdered innocent people and now they are celebrating as if they were nothing but innocent friends.

“I hate them so much”, you press out.

“Me too”, he answers you dryly, fighting sleep.

They look at you then, talking quietly. You shiver under their glares. It felt as if you were prey watched by an unbeatable enemy.

“They are looking at us”, you whisper.

Yoongi tenses up and opens his eyes.

One of the men stands up.

Yoongi sits up straight, turning to you.

“Put this on Your Highness”, he stresses.

“What? No! No, don't put dirt on my face”, you gasp, looking between Yoongi and his dirt covered fingers.

“I’m sorry Your Highness, truly”, he says.

“No, stay away, oh god the smell”, you say and gag, “no, where are you putting your hand? Stay away.”

“This is going to save you”, he says shakily, covering the insides of your thighs with the rotting soil as well.

“I will have your hands cut off”, you spit, wiggling away but to no avail.

“Hello hello”, the man announces himself.

Yoongi sits back, knee bouncing up and down nervously and eyes glued to the man’s face. He was pinning you down with his dark eyes, licking over his chapped lips hungrily.

“You know five months without a woman’s touch can make a man’s cock hurt unbearably”, the man begins, reaching down to twist your hair.

“I wonder how the cunt of a princess feels like. Is it tighter than that of a common witch?”

You squeak, heart beginning to race. You can see it. See it swell in his pants. Now you understand.

“Please don’t”, you beg.

The man smiles, “oh it’s always better when they are fighting me. Get up.”

He tugs on your hair, trying to get you to stand up.

“No p-please don’t do this.”

He chuckles, tilting your head up. Suddenly he stops, scrunching his nose up as he sniffles loudly.

“What is that smell?” he murmurs.

He twists your hair, leans closer and smells you.

“Urgh disgusting”, he exclaims, shooting away. His hand lands across your face harshly, “you dirty whore”, he growls, spitting on your face.

He turns, hurrying back to the others with curses leaving his throat.

“Oh god”, you choke out, reaching for your face. You feel for it, touch it despite the rotting soil on your skin, “you.”

You turn to Yoongi. He is looking at you, holding his breath.

“You saved me”, you whisper.

He lowers his eyes.

Yoongi stays quiet, ripping off a piece of his dress. He gets on his knees, turning to you.

“Please let me clean you, Your Highness.”

You nod your head, shivering when his fingers come to rest on the nape of your neck. He touches your cheek tentatively and begins cleaning you as best as possible.

“How did you know that this would work?”

Yoongi looks into your eyes for only a moment, faltering in an instant for looking at you was always paired with consequences.

“It’s what me and my sister used to do when the bad men came to our village”, he confesses quietly.

“What?”

“Our mother taught us how to protect ourselves against people wanting to use our bodies. She always told us to be disgusting, to shit or pee or vomit all over ourselves because the people wanting us harm don’t like dirty people.”

He cleans the last piece off, discarding the fabric somewhere on the ground. He lowers his eyes.

“I’m sorry Your Highness, for touching your thighs in such manners and for covering you in dirt. I shall take my punishment accordingly.”

You touch his chin, making him tense up. You tilt his head up, making him look into your eyes.

“Thank you”, you whisper and smile.

Yoongi is puzzled, furrowing his brows and blinking rapidly.

“Your Highness…”

Yoongi had been missing for too long. They took him, dragging him away from you until you couldn’t see them anymore. It has been too long. The shadows have wandered too much. They shouldn’t be gone for so long. He should be back by now.

He helped you again earlier that night. They tried to come for you again so Yoongi helped you, he tried to cover your face in some animal’s feces. He got caught and got dragged away in your stead.

Two men stayed with you. They watched you the entire time, talking with each other about what they would do to you if only the boss would allow them. It made you press yourself against your cage in fear. You had never heard men talk in such ways before, you didn’t even know that they were capable of such thoughts in the first place. Until now you had only really heard a few of your fellow women talk in such manners and yet it seems that men were just as cruel in their thoughts.

They brought Yoongi to you once the sun began to set. He clearly struggled with his steps, stumbling every so often. One of the men had an iron grip around his long hair, keeping him from escaping.

“You’re back?” one of your two guards says.

“He didn’t scream, tzt, he is no fun”, the man whose hand is in Yoongi’s hair says, “walk.”

He pushes Yoongi, making him stumble to the cage. He unlocks it and throws Yoongi inside.

Yoongi collides with the ground in a painful groan, rolling on his back and keeping his eyes squeezed shut as he breathes heavily.

“Sleep well fucker”, the man spits, locking the cage.

He walks off with the two other men, whistling a cheerful melody.

Now you are truly alone with Yoongi.

The latter groans and sits up slowly.

“Fuck”, he presses out.

His eyes meet yours. He clenches his jaw.

“Did they hurt you?” you ask him.

“Tzt”, he looks away.

“Where did they hurt you?”

“Just leave me alone”, he spits, crawling into one corner of the cage to lie down again.

“I can help.”

“Keep it, your hands do more harm than good.”

That hits deep. You lower your eyes in shame.

“At least let me look at it.”

“No.”

“You swore to protect me, didn’t you? I can’t have you die on me.”

Yoongi stays silent.

“Yoongi this is an order.”

He turns his back to you.

You gasp. They ripped his clothes open at the back.

“Are those burn marks?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer you.

“They burned you, didn’t they?”

He sighs an annoyance.

“I can help you”, you say, crawling to him as best as your tied limbs allow you to. You place your hands on his shoulder.

He flinches away.

“Don’t touch me”, he growls.

“Where else did they burn you?”

He turns around. Anger is distorting his face

“I said to leave me alone!” he spits.

“But-“

“What good can cruel hands like yours do? You inflicted more pain on me than any other person and now you want to use them for good?” he lets his dark eyes run over your face, “I should have allowed them to drag you away.”

“Don’t say that”, you gasp, feeling your heart shatter in your chest, “please let me help”, you beg, cupping his ruined face.

He flinches away.

“This all happened because of you”, he growls angrily, “if you had been nicer to your husband he wouldn’t have felt the need to betray us.”

Silence.

You close your mouth, falling against the cage with a painful laugh.

He clicks his tongue and scoffs, turning his back to you again.

“Is that what you think of me?” you whisper, waiting for an answer that will never come.

You have been walking the entire day. The sun is sweltering, punishing even. Your throat is so dry that the taste of blood has been lingering on your tongue for way too long. You are so close to the end of your strengths. But you weren’t worried about yourself, you were worried about Yoongi.

His skin was covered in sweat and yet he shivered. It was pale, grey even. He stumbled more than he walked. The redness on his back has grown, spanning all over his shoulder blades. It is almost reaching his neck too, spreading through his veins like a curse.

“Yoongi”, you whisper.

He stays quiet, barely keeping his eyes open.

“Yoongi how are you feeling?”

He glances at you and scoffs.

“He needs a break!” you call out.

The men snicker, but don’t turn around.

“Please at least give him some water!”

“Quiet whore”, one of them whips around and slaps you across the face so hard you feel your lip break. You can’t barely feel the pain which follows, you are too worried for Yoongi.

“Please just one sip.”

“He wants one sip? Fine he can have a sip”, the man spits, grabbing Yoongi’s chin harshly to force water down his throat.

Yoongi gags and chokes.

“Stop that! Stop it!”

Their laughter taunts you.

The man finally lets go of Yoongi, making him cough and fall to his knees.

“I hope you enjoyed your water, Sire.”

Yoongi grunts, twisting the dried grass between his fingers.

“Let’s get going!”

The group begins moving again. Yoongi stays on the ground.

“Yoongi stand up”, you order him shakily, “I’m ordering you to stand up”, you stress, looking behind you at the two very heavily armed men coming closer and closer.

“Hey you! Keep walking!” they call out, quickening their steps.

“Yoongi please stand up”, you beg, tugging at the sleeve of his dress, “they’re going to hurt you if you don’t stand up.”

Yoongi doesn’t budge, panting heavily.

“They’re coming Yoongi”, you fall to your knees, trying your hardest to wiggle your head between his tied up arms. You could lift him like that, if only he would let you wiggle inside.

“Stand up!” the man yells and whips Yoongi on the back.

Yoongi tenses up and lets out an almost inaudible whimper.

“Stop that! He’s already standing up!” you scream.

You tug at Yoongi’s arm, “please stand up.”

“I can’t”, he whispers shakily.

“What? No, you have to. He is going to hurt you again”, you whisper with tears in your eyes.

“Time’s up, stand up”, the man barks and raises his whip.

“No!” you exclaim, hugging Yoongi’s back to accept the hit in his stead. You whimper, grasping Yoongi’s arm tightly. It hurts like nothing you have ever felt before, forcing the tears to run down your cheeks, “why are you doing this to him? He didn’t do anything wrong! Hurt me instead!”

The man scoffs, storing his whip back on his belt.

“Don’t you get it princess? You are reserved for Morrok. We’ll just have to hurt your warrior in your stead.”

“You monsters”, you sob, hiding your face in Yoongi’s back, “Yoongi please stand up”, you beg.

“I can’t.”

“Hey Kentov help this fucker up, it’s no good if he dies here”, the leader yells from the front.

“Yes my Lord”, Kentov grumbles and grabs Yoongi’s arms, “stand up Sire, seems like the boss still wants you to live.”

Yoongi can barely stand. You are by his side in an instant, holding him as best as possible.

“I’ll help you. Lean onto me Yoongi.”

“Walk, we don’t have all day", Kentov and the other man push you and Yoongi.

Yoongi stumbles, you hold him as best as possible, forcing down a painful sob as looking at Yoongi’s face rips your heart apart.

They leave you far away from the fire, ankles shackled to a tree by a long chain and with hunger plaguing your bodies. They hit you again - Kentov and the other man - when their boss wasn’t looking. It hurt you, but you didn’t care, not when Yoongi was lying beside you, unconscious and barely breathing.

“See you tomorrow princess, sleep tight.”

And with that they leave whilst laughing as if life was the greatest joy. You glare at them, cursing them silently. Yoongi moves below you, moaning in pain.

“Yoongi”, you gasp, crawling to him as best as your tied wrists allowed you to, “no, Yoongi please wake up.”

Yoongi doesn’t react.

“Please wake up”, you beg with your voice trembling in emotion.

You drag him closer to with lots of effort and allow him to rest his head on your lap. He rolls to his side, pulling his legs to his chest before whimpering softly.

“Why are they hurting you? Why you?” you ask shakily, caressing his ruined face with trembling fingers. It rips you apart inside for he was never supposed to bear your sufferings or those of your traitorous husband. You sob, soiling his face with your hot tears.

“I’m sorry Yoongi, I’m so sorry for doing this to you”, a whimper shakes your body, “I’m sorry.”

You tug a strand of his blonde hair behind his ear, stroking your hand over his cheek desperately.

“I will fix this. I, I can fix this”, you stutter and close your eyes, “I can fix this.”

Yoongi barely takes in the spells of your ancestors you begin to whisper. He feels that his face doesn’t ache as much anymore however. You sob, whispering shakily. The words are hard to remember. You never paid attention when your mother taught you the magic of your ancestors. You curse yourself for not being more attentive, maybe then you could have already escaped your abductors and Yoongi would have never had to suffer.

At least you paid attention when your mother taught you the healing spells of your people and while you remembered only one of the dozen spells you hoped that it was the one most effective.

Yoongi opens his eyes all of sudden, looking up at you.

You touch his back.

“No!” he squeaks and flinches away. He presses his eyes closed, trembling in fear.

“Please trust me”, you whisper and sob softly, “I will stop the pain.”

Yoongi listens to the words of ancient times, eyes filling with tears because he felt it hurt less and less with every word you spoke until it stopped completely.

You open your eyes, meeting his relieved gaze.

“Did I help?” you ask him.

He nods his head, furrowing his brows, “thank you so much”, he chokes out.

Your heart fills with relief and yet it keeps aching.

You whimper, cupping his cheek, “I’m so sorry, for everything.”

“Your Highness.”

“No, I’m not worthy of your respect”, you sob, “please call me by my name.”

Yoongi closes his eyes and whimpers quietly. You comb your fingers through his hair, hoping that this could lessen the pain in his mind.

“Forgive me Yoongi, I don’t deserve your forgiveness but please I am so terribly sorry”, you choke out.

Yoongi sits up with your help. He faces you, reaching out to cup your cheek and brush your tears away.

“We have to escape from here”, he whispers, “Your Highness, we can’t stay here. Who knows what they will do to you now that their restraints are gone.”

“I don’t care”, you whimper, “let them hurt me, at least I deserve to be hurt for all the cruelty I inflicted on others.”

“No my princess, you don’t want to live through this”, he insists, “you don’t know what they are capable of.”

“Why are you defending me? You said so yourself, I inflicted more pain on you than anyone else. They hurt you because of me. It’s my fault”, choke out and sob.

Yoongi grasps your face tighter, forcing you to look into his eyes. They were filled with tears, yet deep down you found comfort in them.

“I lost my sister to people like Morrok. I had to watch as they all took turns on her until she died from the pain and even then they didn’t stop. Don’t you get it? These people aren’t human and they are going to do the same thing to you once we reach Morrok.”

He rests his forehead against yours.

“I can’t let this happen to you. I made a promise to your mother to keep you safe and I intend on keeping it”, he whispers, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, twisting the front of his dress. Your tears feel heavy as they roll down your cheeks, but they were nothing against the heaviness on your heart as you opened your eyes and realised that he had his closed. They were nothing against the invisible hand around your lungs as you realised that he exhaled shakily before opening them. They were nothing against the unbearable flutter in your stomach when they finally met yours.

“I will find a way, please trust me”, he whispers.

“I trust you Sire.”

He nods his head.

“Now turn around, Your Highness, I need to see if your wound is infected.”

“No, you don’t have to. I can heal myself”, you say, running your fingers over your lip to heal your cut in demonstration.

He hums in understanding and sneaks a glance at the men far away.

“You should sleep Your Highness, I feel like tomorrow we aren’t going to stop for a long time.”

“What about you?”

“I will make sure that nobody hurts you.”

“No, you should sleep in my stead. I’m not tired.”

“Your Highness I – “

You silence him by cupping his cheeks.

“This is an order, Sire.”

He falters, furrowing his brows.

“I’m not going to repeat myself”, you say sternly and settle back against the tree. You part your legs, “rest against me, I will keep you warm.”

He is hesitant, studying you from head to toe. You are offering him kindness, a warm place to sleep. This isn’t like you. What happened to the cruel princess he so liked to hate?

“Come here”, you order.

Yoongi obeys groggily. He wiggles between your tied up arms and rests against your chest. Every fibre in his body is tensed. This can’t be happening. You rest your hands on his stomach.

“Now rest back and sleep”, you whisper.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes. He doesn’t want to rest his head back against you. This goes beyond his promise of protecting you.

“Rest”, you say sternly, forcing him to his luck with a gentle push with your hands.

Yoongi grunts, exhaling loudly the moment the back of his head collides with your shoulder.

You stay silent, abandoning Yoongi in his racing thoughts. The lines between reality and his memory of you are starting to blur more and more. Are you even the cruel princess or is your sudden kindness just a desperate act of survival now that you had nobody else but him? Did you truly want his best or were you simply trying to keep him by your side because you feared for your life? Did you care for him?

Yoongi drifted off to sleep before he could get his answers, snuggling into your chest and sighing softly.

They are talking. Kentov and another man. They are talking a few steps away from you, having their backs turned to you and Yoongi. Yoongi watches them intently, studying them from head to toe to find weaknesses in their armour.

It was silent where they abandoned him and the princess, if they weren’t talking so much the silence would have been comfortable even. The princess was currently sleeping, resting her head against Yoongi’s shoulder. He felt her every shiver because of the cold night air, wishing for fire fairies to come to her rescue and warm her with their golden breaths. He knew that tonight must be the night of their escape. The whispers of Morrok became more. They must be close. He can’t wait yet another night and risk the princess’ wellbeing in the process.

The princess shifts beside him, pressing herself closer in search for warmth. He felt himself shiver less on the parts of his body she touches. She was warming him as well.

Yoongi lowers his eyes and concentrates on cutting through his ropes again. He watches his abductors as he works, planning his attack. The man next to Kentov is only carrying his sword tonight. What a fool. Kentov only carried a small knife, playing with it mindlessly. Oh what simple fools. It will be an easy task to overwhelm them.

He turns his head to the princess and nudges her with his chin.

“Your Highness wake up”, he whispers.

The princess purrs in her sleep, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. He truly felt guilty for having to wake her. She fought bravely through her tiredness. Yoongi knew that her healing magic kept her alive, for every other person would have long died of exhaustion. But even magic has its limits and it seems that tonight was the night her body forsake her. She fell asleep on his shoulder the moment she sat down. He should allow her to sleep, but he can’t.

“Your Highness wake up”, he tries again, shaking his shoulder softly.

You groan, blinking slowly.

“It’s time Your Highness”, Yoongi says.

“For what?” your voice was heavy in sleep.

“They are speaking of Morrok again. We are getting too close, we need to flee tonight.”

You finally lift your head from his shoulder, looking at him with heavy eyes.

“Now? In this darkness?”

He nods his head, “it will hide us.”

“I understand”, you nod your head slowly, blinking your eyes, “How are we going to flee?” you ask him.

“I will do it.”

“But your limbs are tied.”

“Not anymore”, he says, revealing his untied wrists and ankles.

“How?” you gasp.

“They were foolish enough to place us next to those sharp stones. I used them to cut through the ropes”, he explains.

He gets on his knees and cups your face. You feel your cheeks tingle at the touch.

“Now stay Your Highness, I will overwhelm them”, he whispers.

Yoongi moves fast and silent. Like a phantom of white light he dances around the two men, striking them down quickly. One falls down with his neck broken. Kentov startles, turning to his now dead friend only to run directly into Yoongi’s blade. Yoongi twists the sharp blade in the eye socket of the man, muffling his screams with a suffocating grip on his mouth. Finally, Yoongi watches the life die out of Kentov’s eye. He drops his body without making a sound, pulling the blade free and wiping it on the man’s clothes.

Then he turns back to you. There was blood on his face and hands. He closes the distance between you and him, cutting through your ropes.

“That was astonishing Sire”, you gasp, grasping his arm as he helps you stand up.

“That was nothing”, he dismisses you, hurrying back to the bodies. He takes one of the men, looking at you over his shoulder, “help me Your Highness, we need to hide the bodies.”

You help him, grunting quietly as you drag the heavy body of Kentov behind some shrubs.

“Now let’s run, we need to put distance between us and Morrok’s people.”

“Wait.”

Yoongi stops and turns. He watches you take off Kentov’s sword belt and strip the two men of their furs. You stand up, wrapping one of the furs around your body.

“Here take these.”

Yoongi strips the sword to his body and drapes the fur over his shoulders. The knife he stores in the belt as well, grasping your hand next.

“Now quiet, follow me.”

You run, using what little moonlight the tense forest allowed to shine through as your only guidance. Your legs wanted to give up on you. Sleep was still lingering in your veins, making your head so terribly dizzy. But you knew not to complain and to keep running. You weren’t just gallivanting through the forest on a moonlit night because it was fun, you were running for your lives. You aren’t allowed to stop. Yoongi said so himself, you and him needed to put as much distance between Morrok’s men and yourself as possible.

“I can see the end”, he calls over his shoulder, “hurry Your Highness it’s not long anymore.”

You watch his hair dance in the wind. Then the forest stops. The moon is blinding after the endless darkness, soaking his hair in silver lights and painting his skin in ivory. He turns, slowing down and touching your shoulders.

“Please hold on for only a little longer. You know this path don’t you?”

You nod your head, breathing so heavily you taste blood on your tongue. You have been running for too long, your healing magic is so close to forsaking you.

“We walked this path this morning, we just need to reach this forest and then we can hide in the shrubs”, he tells you, “hold on until then.”

Then you run again. You run over the endless fields, fighting the punishing winds. The furs are helping a little with the cold, but your eyes burned unbearably. You stumble and fall.

Yoongi turns, lifting you up quickly.

“Don’t stop now, it is not long anymore.”

“I’m so tired.”

“I know Your Highness, me too. I’m terribly tired, but please find strength in your legs. We need to find shelter in the forest. Those fields are too open.”

The sky burns in the fires of the rising sun once you reach the forest. Behind you the moon was still setting, disappearing behind the black forest which seems like a dark spot in the distance now.

You don’t go far into the forest and then your legs are already giving up on you, dragging Yoongi down with you. You and him roll down a steep hill of sharp gravel and wet dirt, colliding with a high wall of red rocks in the end.

You groan, rolling to your back.

Yoongi grunts, head aching from hitting it against the rock on impact.

“I think my leg is broken”, you press out.

“Don’t try to move it”, he chokes out, holding his aching wrist. He is sure that he broke it as well.

“Urgh heavens”, you groan, forcing your body to sit up one last time. You stare at your slanted leg, moving it slightly. You hiss and bite down on your own hand, “oh, it is most definitely broken.”

“Don’t move it Your Highness”, Yoongi answers you, barely keeping his eyes open. Exhaustion is catching up with him.

You touch your broken bone and close your eyes. The words of your ancestors come easy to your tongue these days. Relief is instant. You can feel how your bone shifts back into its place and how your words mend the cracks.

“I healed it”, you whisper, carrying shock in your voice, “Sire, I managed to heal my broken bones.”

“Mhm, that’s good Your Highness”, he breathes.

“Sire your wrist and head”, you gasp, dragging yourself over to him. You touch his head first, whispering the words again. Yoongi sighs softly, moving his head slightly now that it wasn’t aching anymore.

“Hand me your wrist next, I will heal it.”

Yoongi is too weak to fight back, allowing you to wrap your fingers around his wrist despite the pain it causes him. The pain isn’t of long however and then blissful relief follows. His bones and tendons shift under your fingertips, healing under your spell.

“How is that?” you ask him.

He peels his eyes open slightly, nodding his head.

“Your magic is getting quicker Your Highness”, he whispers with his voice barely there.

“I know”, you smile tiredly, collapsing on the ground, “it drains me so much however.”

Yoongi hums, scooping you up in his arms. Like this you are sharing warmth again, finding comfort in his chest.

You fall asleep in an instant, sharing a deep slumber with Yoongi as above your heads the sun moves over the sky twice before your eyes finally open again.

You walked for hours then you reached a river. It was clear, reflecting the blue of the sky. You were drinking some of the water while Yoongi was washing his weapons and hands beside you when your eyes caught something moving in the reeds on the other side of the river. You squint your eyes to see better and gasp. A human!

“Sire, look there is someone in the river!”

Yoongi whips around, eyes squinted so he could see better. He picks up his sword and runs to you.

“Stay here Your Highness”, he orders you, jumping into the river.

It isn’t steep where you are sojourning, reaching Yoongi by his navel. He can wade through it easily. He turns around.

“Your Highness I told you to stay back”, he hisses.

“Well, I decided that I want to help”, you answer him.

Yoongi looks at the big stone you are holding and scoffs.

“With that?” he asks and nods at the stone

You sneak a glance at it.

“Yes.”

“Fine, if they move try to hit them with all your power”, he murmurs and grabs your hand, “don’t let go Your Highness.”

“I won’t”, you promise him, hating your skin for prickling at the feeling.

The body was stuck in sticks and high grasses. Yoongi squats down and turns it.

A man. Black hair. His face was handsome yet pale, his plump lips were blue and purple.

“Is he dead?” you ask.

Yoongi touches the man’s neck.

“No, he’s alive.”

“Then let’s help him!” you exclaim, dropping the stone to wrap your fingers around the stranger’s wrist instead.

Yoongi stops you.

“Why are you stopping me? Look, he is clearly hurt!”

You and him look at the bite mark on the man’s leg. Blood is dyeing the water red around the water. Yoongi reaches for the man’s chest then, pulling the ripped shirt away.

“What’s that mark? Is that a raven?” you ask, looking between the stranger’s tattoo and Yoongi’s face.

Yoongi seems worried.

“Just as I had thought”, he murmurs coldly and stands up, “come Your Highness it’s not safe here”, he says and grabs your hand.

“What? But we need to help this man”, you insist loudly.

“No. He is one of them”, Yoongi says, tugging you away from the stranger.

“One of them? Morrok’s people? But they don’t wear such marks.”

“Rafkan’s people, Your Highness. He is a Raven.”

You look at the stranger.

“But…he doesn’t look like one.”

Yoongi scoffs and tugs at your arm.

“We need to keep moving”, he says dryly.

“No, I want to help this man. Maybe they marked him against his will and he escaped.”

Yoongi looks into your eyes.

“Your Highness I – “

“This is an order, Sire.”

He grinds his teeth and sighs in defeat.

“Very well, we’ll help. But I’m not staying until he wakes.”

He walks back to the stranger and lifts him onto his back. He grunts, changes his grip on the stranger’s arms and walks back to you.

“I saw a shed a hundred steps from here, we’ll lie him down by the riverbed and then we’ll leave.”

“Thank you.”

Yoongi clicks his tongue, giving you one judgemental look before fighting his way through the water. You stay by his side, making sure that the stranger doesn’t slip off of Yoongi’s back.

“Do you think that someone lives in this shed?” you ask him.

“The chimney is smoking, so yes Your Highness”, he answers you.

“So let’s ask them for help. Or new clothes and some food”, you say.

“No.”

“Why?”

“We don’t know whose side they are on Your Highness.”

You huff out air.

“You’re right, I didn’t even think of that”, you murmur.

Thankfully the river didn’t become any deeper so it was an easy task to carry the stranger to the riverbed and then set him down on the safety of dry land. You put a stone under the stranger’s head so he would rest more comfortably, even if that made Yoongi shake his head in disagreement. He watches you stand up with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“What?”

“Nothing”, he murmurs. He looks at the shed, a little less than fifteen steps up on the hill, “let’s go, Your Highness.”

“Where are we going now?”

“They have clothes hanging outside.”

“What? Do you want to steal that poor person’s clothes?” you gasp, wiggling your hand in Yoongi’s tight grip.

“Yes.”

“No. I’m not going to steal!”

“You don’t have to, I will.”

“Yoongi.”

He sends you a glare over his shoulder.

“We need new clothes, the weather is going to get colder. We are going to freeze in those measly dresses.”

You huff out air, “fine, but place this on their steps”, you say and take off one of your rings.

Yoongi accepts it with a grumble before stomping off to steal the clothes.

You watch him with a guilty sting in your stomach, biting on your fingernails nervously.

He returns with a heap of clothes in his arms.

“Let’s leave”, he grumbles.

“I can’t believe that we stole that person’s clothes”, you say, looking over your shoulder at the ever smaller growing shed.

“We paid for them, that ring is worth more than hundreds of those clothes. They will forgive us.”

You huff out air and kick a stone back into the river.

“Do you think the wounded stranger will be found soon?”

“Perhaps.”

“By the person in the shed?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think they saw us taking their clothes?”

“I hope not.

“How long do you think we still need to walk?”

“Far enough that they won’t find us.”

“Do you know where this river will lead us?”

“No.”

“Do you know where we are?”

“No Your Highness.”

“Do you think this is still our home country?”

Yoongi stops and turns around. You almost collided with his body in the process, stopping with a surprised squeak leaving your throat.

“Please, for just a moment be quiet”, he hisses.

You pout, “are you forbidding me my mouth?”

“Yes Your Highness I am. We don’t know where we are or what lingers in those forests and your endless chattering will alarm everything in a radius of fifty miles.”

You cross your arms in front of your arms and furrow your brows.

“You’re rude.”

“Perhaps, but I am trying to keep you alive.”

“Fine”, you give in and huff out air, “I’ll be quiet from now on.”

He nods his head in agreement and turns back around to lead the way.

You are quiet for the rest of the way, watching the back of Yoongi’s head most of the time. He is using a dirty rag to keep his long hair out of his face. He ripped it off his nightgown and the hairstyle was messy. He also dearly needs a hair wash, but you weren’t any better either. Your smell is disgusting you.

You find your shelter after an hour of walking. An abandoned shed beside the river. The windows were missing and the door was almost falling out of its hinges. It seems safe for the night, dry too and it had a working bucket inside. It was truly a welcome change to the otherwise cold and wet nights outside.

You sit down in front of it with an exhausted sigh, watching Yoongi throw the pile of clothes in front of your feet and then sit down as well. He begins sorting through the clothes in an instant, doing so with a concentrated furrow of his brows.

“You should go wash up Your Highness, I’ll take watch”, he tells you.

“Where?”

He looks up with bafflement on his face.

“The river?”

“But it’s cold.”

He scoffs and looks back at the clothes.

“Fine”, you murmur, “I’m already going.”

You hide behind a big rock so Yoongi wouldn’t be able to glance at you. Not that he would ever look at you when you were bared. You know that he was way too stuck up and obsessed with his duties to think so crudely.

You sink into the water with a loud squeak.

“What’s wrong?” you can hear Yoongi’s worried call.

“It’s so cold!” you tell him.

You don’t hear anything from him afterwards, but you know that he is most definitely scoffing right now, or maybe he is clicking his tongue instead.

The water isn’t just cold, it is icy. Your body is covered in goosebumps and shivers make your muscles tense painfully. You hate every second of being submerged and yet somehow being submerged in cold yet clean water feels like luxury after weeks of having to sleep in your own shit and piss.

And while the bath would have been even more effective with the help of soaps, you finally feel human again once you leave the river. You wrap your dirty clothes around your body, walking back to Yoongi barefoot.

“Ouch, ah, ouch”, you grunt.

Yoongi looks at you in worry, eyes widening when he sees the half-naked state you were in. He turns around quickly, scratching the side of his neck.

“Those stones hurt on the feet”, you say and sit down next to him.

He turns around even more, clearing his throat before he stands up. He has his back turned to you.

“I’m going to clean up now. I put your new clothes on the log over there”, he tells you nervously, hurrying down to the river afterwards.

You chuckle. He is so stuck-up sometimes.

Then you turn to the pile of clothes and begin to dress yourself. They are a big change to your ripped nightgown. The fabric is thick and sturdy, warming your limbs. You look down at your body. It is so peculiar to see your legs in trousers. They aren’t really tradition in your lands, for neither women nor men. You liked them however. They feel so warm. You could get used to it.

Once dressed you do your hair, tying it out of your face and neck. Your mother always told you that it was important to keep the wet hair out of your neck on a cold day, otherwise a terrible cold could take control of your body. The memory makes your chest ache. Oh what you wouldn’t give to experience it once again, if only so you could freshen up your memory of your mother’s face.

You finish the hairstyle by tying a tight knot.

“Finally, oh I feel human again”, you sigh.

You turn then.

“Oh”, you gasp.

Yoongi isn’t hiding behind the rock. He has his back turned to you, the water reaches just above his hips.

You should look away. It is rude to look.

His body is sturdier than it seemed in the loose dresses of your people. Broad shoulders and a well defined back. Strong arms with lean muscles tensing and relaxing as he rubs his body clean. His skin is fair, yet covered in scars. You wonder what happened to him that painted such scars onto his body.

Yoongi lowers himself then, grunting as he does. He disappears for a moment, making you hold your breath with him.

Suddenly he emerges with a loud gasp, stroking his hands through his hair. He has his head tilted back, giving you a glimpse of his face. His eyes are closed, his lips parted as he is breathing heavily because of the cold temperature.

You should look away. You are such a dirty woman.

Yoongi stands up again. The water drips from his body, looking like stars against the sunlight. He is farther out the water now, giving you a glimpse of the beginning of his bottom.

Your heart flutters. You should look away. You have to look away. It is not your right to watch him bathe.

He turns then. Your heart races. Time allows you to see his toned torso just enough that you can notice the dozens of scars covering his pale skin and then your eyes have travelled far enough up his body that your gazes meet.

You feel like your eyes may fall out of their sockets because of how wide you rip them open. You turn away in an instant, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“What is wrong with me?” you murmur.

You can hear his steps as he makes his way back to you. He leans down to pick up his clothes, his hair is dripping water on the ground. Your heart is racing uncontrollably. Oh how you hope that he won’t call you out on your staring.

“Are you liking the clothes, Your Highness?” he asks.

“Yes, they are warm”, you answer him, touching your own cheeks to stop them from burning.

“Good”, he says dryly then disappears inside the shed to change into his clothes.

You look at him again as he leaves, running your eyes over his shoulders and down his spine to his legs.

You laugh nervously, touching your chest to feel your racing heartbeat.

“Have I lost my mind?”

Yoongi steps out after a while. He is carrying his sword. Your eyes meet, your heart beginning to flutter again. He knows what you are thinking and you know what he is thinking, yet neither one of you speaks it out loud.

“I’m going to hunt”, he says dryly.

“I’ll come with you”, you say, stumbling to your feet.

“No, stay here and prepare the fire.”

He steps closer, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. Your heart skips yet another beat at the gesture.

“Take this, use it against anyone and anything that isn’t me”, he tells you, placing a big knife in your palm.

You close your fingers around the handle, pulse racing in your chest.

“If someone tries to attack you, stab them here”, he says, pulling you closer to his body. The tip of the knife is digging into his stomach, his fingers feel strong around your wrist, keeping your hand in place.

You swallow, nodding your head.

“And if that isn’t possible, try to stab them here”, he explains further, moving the tip of the knife to his armpit, “and do it hard”, he adds, grunting quietly as he makes you poke him with the knife.

Oh you must be losing your mind. You have never felt such sparks before. As if millions of fire fairies were crawling over your skin.

“This is also a good place. If you cut deep enough it will kill them within seconds”, he says, guiding the knife to his groin, making your eyes widen in the process. His fingers tighten around your wrist, his legs part so he could show it to you better, “cut like this and they can’t walk”, he shows it to you, sending your mind into a frenzy.

You nod your head in understanding, eyes flitting up and meeting with Yoongi’s. He is frowning, he doesn’t falter under your gaze but you do. You never falter. You must be losing your mind.

“Understood?” he asks.

You clear your throat and take a step back, twisting the knife in your fingers.

“Y-yes thank you”, you say.

“Mhm”, Yoongi says, turning his back to you. He looks at you over his shoulder, “I’ll be back at nightfall. Don’t go too far.”

“I-I won’t”, you stutter.

“Mhm”, he nods his head in contentment then finally runs into the forest.

He soon disappears behind high trees and tense shrubs.

“Ha”, you let out and laugh breathlessly, “I must be losing my mind. I must be losing my mind. I just must.”

You had been trying for hours to light this fire.

“Come on, how hard can it be to light a fire?” you murmur angrily.

The door opens and in steps Yoongi, carrying two rabbits. He studies you from head to toe then looks at the unlit fire.

"I was out for three hours, what did you do in this time?" he asks, squatting down next to you to take the stones out of your hands.

"Trying to start a fire", you hiss.

Yoongi hits the stones together. Sparks fly, the dry grass is catching fire in an instant.

“How did you manage to do that?” you gasp.

He clicks his tongue, sneaking a look your way. Yoongi blows on the embers until flames swirl in his breath and reach the wood.

"Oh why is it smoking so much?" you gasp, coughing loudly.

"Where did you get those twigs from?"

"The forest, I picked them."

"Did you pick them off the ground or off the trees?"

"The trees of course, the wood on the ground looked dirty."

Yoongi scoffs, shaking his head.

"The wood is too wet, pick up the twigs off the ground next time."

You huff out air, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Yoongi sneaks a glance your way and scoffs.

"What?"

"You're belittling me."

"I wouldn’t dare", he murmurs sarcastically and straightens up, "there we go, the fire should burn despite the wrong twigs. Come let's skin the rabbits."

"What? Skin?"

"Yes?" he quirks up his left brow, "unless you want to eat them with their fur."

"No, n-no of course not I am just", you laugh nervously.

"Have you never skinned a rabbit before?"

"Of course not. Why should I have? I'm the princess."

"Well", he clicks his tongue, "you're going to learn tonight”, he says dryly and throws one of the dead rabbits on your lap.

You gagged as you did it. You gagged and almost threw up. So Yoongi ended up doing the rest of your rabbit, giving you the task of fetching water from the river. You didn’t miss the judgment in his voice as he spoke.

You managed to fetch water, that task was easy enough for you. Oh you felt like such a useless idiot.

Yoongi in the meantime had stuck the rabbits into the flames to cook. He is staring into the fire when you enter the shed, lips pressed into a thin line and brows furrowed.

He raises his head at the sound of the door closing.

"You're back."

"Yes I am and I got water."

Yoongi scoffs in amusement, looking back into the flames. You claim your previous spot next to Yoongi, placing the bucket of water between you and him.

Yoongi fetches water, presenting it to you.

"Drink Your Highness."

"Thank you", you accept it.

The water is cold and tastes clean. After the torture you have been through you will always cherish this sensation.

You prepare a bowl for Yoongi once you finish yours.

"You need to drink too, Sire."

Yoongi looks at the bowl then into your eyes.

"Thank you", he accepts it and drinks.

You look into the flames, watching the rabbits slowly turn brown. Yoongi cleans his hands in the remaining water, drying them on his ruined nightgown which he had crumbled up beside him.

"Do you think that we can return home one day?" you ask.

"Yes, I truly hope you can."

"And you?" you ask, turning your head to him.

"I'll make sure that you will."

"God, you are truly dedicated to your duties aren’t you?"

"Yes, Your Highness, they are important to me."

"Is that why you accepted everything I did to you?"

Yoongi sneaks a glance your way.

"Yes."

You sigh.

"I truly feel terrible for my past, I never should have hurt you. You truly didn’t deserve it."

Yoongi stays silent, fumbling with his fingers nervously.

"You know", you look at his face, "I never actually thought you ugly. I just said it because everyone else said it" you pause, studying his face, "I apologize, you aren’t ugly."

Yoongi blinks rapidly, lowering his head before turning away. He laughs quietly, almost in disbelief even, shaking his head and scratching the side of his neck.

"Where did you get the scar on your face from?"

He falters, sneaking a glance your way. You seem honest in your interest.

"From my days on the streets", he says quietly, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Forgive me for asking."

He dismisses you with a quick shake of his head.

"Is that where you got all the other scars from too?"

Yoongi touches his torso, "some of them. Many I got from protecting the Queen."

You inhale shakily.

"Fuck", he presses out and lowers his head, "I should have been with her. If I ran faster I could have saved her. It's my fault that she is dead."

"No Sire, no. It's not your fault. It was Morrok's people who killed her. You did your best. And if mother was here right now she would tell you that you are truly her strongest warrior."

Yoongi lets out a trembling breath and squeezes his eyes shut. He can’t cry, not in front of you.

"And also thank you for deciding to save me and for keeping me safe", you say.

“Mhm”, he hums and nods his head. He is squeezing his own fingers so much that his knuckles are turning white.

"Can I be blunt with you?"

"Yes."

"I'm a pitiful woman."

Yoongi looks at you in confusion.

"I never killed something before, all the trophies on the walls are that of my friends. I just pretended that they were mine.”

You laugh painfully, “and without you I would already be dead, I have no idea of the workings of the world."

Yoongi scoffs, "yeah I noticed”, he murmurs, earning himself a glare from you.

"Fine I'll take that blow”, you murmur and pout.

Yoongi chuckles deeply, shaking his head.

"And yet", your smile falls, "I can't help but feel guilty. My mother insisted I study the spells of our ancestors and yet I never paid attention in her lessons."

You throw a small piece of wood into the fire.

"She taught me many spells, powerful spells which could have prevented all of this. And yet I never even tried to remember them. If I had then –" you ball your hands into fists, "– if I had then perhaps we could have fled weeks ago and you would have never had to suffer."

Yoongi studies you. Regret. He thought that he would never see such an emotion on your face.

"I'm such a pitiful woman."

"No you’re not."

You turn.

"You’re not pitiful just…spoiled.“

He makes you laugh, truly and honestly laugh. It confuses Yoongi, who had never seen you so happy before.

“Oh Sire”, you say and chuckle, “you know? There was a time when I couldn’t stand your bluntness, but I must say you are truly a cheer to talk to.”

You give him a smile. Yoongi looks at your lips and knits his brows, looking away for your reaction is utterly confusing him.

“I want to be different from now on. I want to study the spells of our ancestors and I want to use them to restore our home and to heal and nurture and be good”, you say and smile, “and I want you to teach me the arts of fighting.”

Your eyes meet. Yoongi seems flabbergasted.

“Can you do that for me Sire?”

He blinks rapidly, “yes Your Highness I-“, he clears his throat, “-of course I can teach you.”

You give him another smile, it makes him look away in confusion again.

“Thank you, Sire.”

He picks up a piece of wood and throws it into the flames.

“Call me Yoongi, Your Highness.”

“Fine, if you call me by my name as well.”

“I – “, he sneaks a glance your way.

He stands up all of a sudden.

“Where are you going?” you ask him.

“I’m getting new water”, he murmurs and storms out of the shed with the bucket in his hands.

“Why did he seem so flustered?” you whisper under your breath.

Yoongi returns when the rabbits have long finished cooking. You waited with eating, lifting your head once he finally returns.

“Finally you are back, the rabbits have finished cooking”, you tell him.

“Mhm”, he hums, setting the filled water bucket down between you and him.

He sits down with his legs crossed, picking up his rabbit. He begins eating it in silence, staring into the flames.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“No”, he says.

You chuckle, “fine, let’s eat in silence.”

Once you finished your meals and discarded the bones in the flames, Yoongi takes his nightgown and rolls it up. He lies down on his back close to the fire, resting his hands on his stomach. He keeps his eyes open, staring at the roof with his lips pressed into a thin line.

You do the same. Roll up your nightgown and lie down on the ground. You chose the spot between the fire and Yoongi, resting on your side to look at him.

Yoongi sneaks a glance your way.

“What?” he asks nervously.

“Nothing, you just have rabbit on your cheek”, you say and reach out to clean it off the corner of his lips.

He furrows his brows and moves his head away. He feels so peculiar in his chest. Your fingers aren’t supposed to be able to touch him so tenderly.

“Sleep Your Highness”, he presses out, closing his eyes.

“Are we going to walk again tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

You shiver, pulling the fur over your shoulders.

“I miss our home”, you say, making Yoongi clench his jaw.

“I know.”

“I can’t stand the cold, it hurts.”

“Neither can I”, Yoongi answers you and tries to close his tunic as best as possible.

“Do you think that we will still have to walk for long?”

“Yes, the sun sets eight hours after rising. We are further north than I had thought.”

“How long does the sun take to set at home?”

Yoongi scoffs and laughs quietly, “you are asking me questions.”

“Well, do you know the answer?”

“Fifteen.”

“Well that explains why it is always so warm”, you murmur, reaching out to touch his arm.

He tenses up under your touch.

“Can we hold each other again for warmth?” you ask quietly and watch his chest rise and sink in a deep breath.

“If you insist.”

You hum then scoot closer to drape your arm across his stomach. You grunt and wiggle, trying to find a comfortable resting place for your head. Yoongi sighs in defeat.

“Raise your head.”

You follow. Yoongi places his arm under your head, closing it around you to press you closer.

Now you are resting on his shoulder, lips inches away from his neck and heart racing in your chest.

“Sleep well”, he whispers and closes his eyes.

“You too”, you breathe, letting your eyes flutter closed.

Birds are chirping and in the distance the river gurgles. The air smells clean, carrying a faint hint of the fading embers of the once bright fire of last night. It is bright behind your eyelids, making the otherwise blackness seem glowing red. You are alone on the ground for your arms are holding nothing and your stomach is terribly cold.

Then you finally open your eyes, rolling onto your back with a soft sigh.

“Oh I truly miss my bed”, you groan, stretching your torso in an attempt to get rid of the ache in your lower back.

You sit up.

Yoongi isn’t here, as a matter of fact, he even left the shed door open.

“Oh dear, hopefully he didn’t run off without me.”

He didn’t run off. He is sitting by the riverbed, legs crossed and with the sunlight warming his limbs. He was currently trying to tie his hair out of his face, seemingly struggling with it.

“Good morning Sire”, you announce yourself.

He looks over his shoulder, “good morning Your Highness”, he murmurs and returns to his task of doing his hair.

"Let me help", you offer.

He shakes his head.

You sit next to him, crossing your legs. Then you turn your head to watch him. He is trying again, lips curled into a concentrated pout and long fingers struggling with picking up his hair.

"I slept well tonight", you say.

"Good, you need the strength", he answers you, grunting when his hair falls out of his fingers once again.

"I also really enjoyed rabbit. I must say it is wonderful to eat again."

"I think so too”, his hair falls again, “oh heavens! Will you stay!?"

You laugh, earning yourself an annoyed glare from him. He looks ridiculous with half his hair in a slanted bun and the other half hanging into his face.

"Please just let me help, I can’t have you walking around looking as if you fought a Morgul by yourself", you say in a chuckle, closing the distance between you and him.

"Do you even know how to do that?" he asks.

"Yes of course I do. I am the eldest sister. Do you have any idea how often my siblings come into my room to ask for their hair to be tied? So let me help."

He grinds his teeth and huffs out air. He hands you the piece of fabric in defeat.

"I spent too many days braiding and brushing and tying up hair that I could work as a hairdresser if I wanted to."

Yoongi chuckles quietly. It makes you smile as well.

You first open his attempt at a bun. You shake out his hair, thinking to yourself that it looks like strings of gold in the morning sun.

Yoongi is twisting the fabric of his pants. The touch makes him shiver. It isn’t his place to shiver.

"Now, the secret to a good bun is a good comb, but we can’t ask for luxury here", you say and begin combing your fingers through his hair, "my fingers will have to suffice."

You pick up the strands of hair which are still hanging into his face. Yoongi is fighting against the urge to close his eyes for your fingertips felt like heaven as they danced across his forehead.

“Perfect. Now I have all of your hair in a tight hold”, you say, “now our traditional ways would ask for a pin to twist your hair around, however we don’t – “

Yoongi raises a stick, “could that work?”

You chuckle, “I can work with that. Oh Yoongi, this is going to be a peculiar hairstyle”, you say, twisting his long hair around the stick in the traditional ways of your people.

Yoongi grinds his teeth, eyelids fluttering. The twist makes his scalp tingle. He shouldn’t feel such reactions.

“Now, let’s see if the stick can hold your hair”, you say and let go, “it does! How wonderful!” you exclaim.

You place your hands on his shoulders, digging your thumbs into his tense shoulders.

Yoongi forces down a sigh, fighting against the urge to roll his shoulders into your touch.

“We are done”, you let him know, stroking your hands down his arms. His muscles follow your touch, tensing and relaxing. You watch the vein in his neck twitch as his heart skips a beat. Your lips tingle in funny ways, almost as if they wanted to feel the twitch.

You touch his elbows, squeezing them softly.

“You look alluring with your hair like this”, you whisper.

Yoongi’s head snaps around, his eyes round and widened and his lips parted in shock. You look at them for only a second before nervousness makes your heart flutter unbearably.

“Ha”, you laugh breathily, pulling your hands away, “please forgive me.”

Your gazes meet in a second of braveness before breaking again.

“Ha”, he lets out, lowering his head, “we should keep moving, we can’t afford staying at a place too long. It’ll alarm people.”

“Of course, we should move”, you murmur, staring at your fingers in disbelief. You touched him.

You walk a lot this day, following the river until crossing it over a wooden bridge and following the sun instead. You were further up north than Yoongi had initially thought so he told you. That was the only conversation you and him had on your long journey for your mind was racing with something else instead, repeating the imagery of his golden hair between your fingers over and over again.

You touched him this morning and told him that he looked beautiful. You feel as if you were losing your mind, for whenever you looked at him all you wanted to do was stare at him a little longer. Perhaps you spent too much time with him as your only companion. Perhaps you were losing your mind and all the time spent with him made your brain develop a magical attraction to him.

Yoongi disappeared inside a cave ten minutes ago, leaving with a quiet “I will make sure it is safe, stay here Your Highness”.

You were waiting outside for a while, shivering in the cold and watching the winds swirl over the lands. Then you saw a squirrel, red bushy fur and big round eyes. It was breaking some nuts on the rocks just a few steps from you. You decided to follow it down the path you and Yoongi had walked up before. The knife is clasped tightly between your fingers, the tip of your tongue is sticking out the corner of your mouth in concentration. The squirrel is going to be yours tonight, you will show Yoongi just how well you can hunt too. You are so concentrated on hunting that Yoongi’s worried voice is like a whisper in your ear.

Just a few more steps and dinner will be yours.

“Your Highness!”

You give him no reaction, tiptoeing closer and closer to the stone the squirrel is currently sitting on.

“Don’t go there!”

Almost there. It can’t escape now.

“Princess!”

Yoongi tugs you back roughly, eliciting a surprised squeak from you. The squirrel jumps away.

“No!” you exclaim, whipping around, “you scared it away.”

“And you are inches away from dropping to your death”, he throws back.

Only now you notice just how tightly he is holding you and the beginning of the steep cliff under the tips of your toes. You shiver, taking a step back.

“How did I not notice that?” you gasp.

“I’m asking myself that too. Let’s go, the cave is safe for the night.”

He tugs at your arm, stomping up the path with his brows furrowed.

“You must think I am a complete fool”, you say, stumbling after him.

He sends you a look over his shoulder. You trip, stumble, catch yourself with the help of Yoongi.

“I was catching dinner.”

“Tzt”, he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You have to stop belittling me. I did your hair this morning”, you complain loudly, slipping on a rock.

Yoongi whips around and tugs you back up. His eyes are burning in anger. You ignore it, straightening your back as if nothing ever happened.

“So I am better than you at something too. Without me your hair would still look like a mess”, you say, reaching up to poke your finger into his bun.

Yoongi blinks rapidly and moves his head away.

“Stop doing that”, he says.

“Doing what?”

“Touch me like that.”

Your eyes flit to his lips. Yoongi can watch it happen, wetting his lips in response.

“Ha”, you let out, eyes flitting to the side, “I don’t know what you mean.”

He scoffs and turns his back to you.

The fire is burning an hour later, warming your frozen limbs and illuminating the little cave. Yoongi caught two elkbirds. They are big birds with purple feathers and an orange peak. They looked beautiful. Their screams however sounded like songs of Morguls, bone shattering and it can make even the bravest warrior tremble in fear. Their flesh also tasted surprisingly similar to chicken, however one always says that about foreign meat so it was to one to decide how much truth they want to see in such a statement. It nourished your starved body however and that was all that was of importance to you tonight.

You stretch out your arms, holding your hands above the flames.

“Oh how I have grown to love the presence of fires”, you say.

Yoongi nods his head, wrapping his fur around his torso tighter.

You chuckle, “I never thought that I would hear myself say something like that”, you laugh, “or that I would eat a elkbird for that matter.”

“Mhm.”

You stretch out your legs, wiggling your toes to warm even the most hidden parts of your feet. You can hear the storm outside. It was singing, howling in the valley below and carrying the snow of the high mountain peaks with it. You know that it is because you can watch it cover the ground outside your cave. It was significantly warmer in the cave, yet nothing can truly beat the comfort of your castle walls when the fireplaces were crackling calmingly and your body was submerged in a nice smelling bath.

"Do you know what I'm going to do first once I'm home again?"

"No."

"I'm going to take a long and hot bath. And I want it to smell like vanilla. And I want to eat Harken Cake and drink warm apple juice while I bathe", you say and sigh in blissful memory.

"Mhm, that sounds nice", Yoongi agrees.

"What are you going to do first?"

"Make sure the castle is safe."

"No not - gosh Sire I meant after our duties are done", you say and chuckle, "what are you going to do once everything is safe again?"

Yoongi sneaks a glance your way and shrugs his shoulders.

"Come now, you must have something you want to do."

"Sleep. I want to sleep in the comfort of my bed again with five blankets and a soft pillow under my head", he answers you and shifts restlessly, "and maybe I want to eat Harken Cake too and drink warm apple juice."

"Mhm that sounds nice. Oh Sire, I truly miss home."

"I know Your Highness. Me too."

You turn so your back would be facing the fire. You shiver at first, feeling goosebumps run along your spine and arms. The change in temperature feels so nice on your skin. You can look at Yoongi in this position. His naked feet are buried in the fur you placed on the ground, his hands are folded, rubbing each other for warmth and his head is lowered slightly, eyes half-lidded as well. A single strand of hair had fallen out his bun, hanging into his face. It ends right where his eyebrow arches the highest.

“Do think that Morrok’s men are looking for us?” you ask him.

“I can’t say, perhaps. We killed two of their men and you’re the princess. They lost precious merchandise.”

“They are not going to find us, are they?”

He shakes his head.

You study his face. The flames cast dark shadows on his features, illuminating the rest in warmth.

“You truly aren’t a man of many words are you?”

“No.”

"Why?"

"I don't have much to say or tell."

"Oh come now Sire, now you are being mean to yourself. I'm sure you have many stories to tell."

Yoongi raises his head, looking into your eyes with a sort of bafflement. He squeezes his own hands and lets out a breathy scoff, turning his head away.

"Tell me something, Sire."

He exhales through his nose and shakes his head.

"Come, anything you want to tell."

He sneaks a glance at you, bouncing his knee up and down twice.

"I enjoy music", he says quietly, clenching his jaw in embarrassment afterwards.

"Music? Oh that’s nice. I enjoy it too. Do you have a favourite kind of music?"

"No. I don’t know…" he looks at you again for only a second then he looks away, "…I like songs which tell a story."

"So the ones with poems in their singing?"

He nods his head, "or with...emotion in their melodies."

You find yourself smiling. That is something you truly hadn’t expected from him, yet it feels so perfectly fitting for him now that you know.

"That's lovely, Sire. I shall hold a festival of song and dance then once we are home."

He furrows his brows in confusion.

"It will be my tribute to you. For keeping me safe and also for being such good company in those endless weeks."

He flusters, shifting on the spot and touching the side of his neck. You know that he is not going to answer you. He seems too overwhelmed for that. So you turn to warm your stomach and face, closing your eyes in contentment.

“Are you good at keeping secrets, Sire?”

He hesitates at first. You look at him over your shoulder.

“Yes", he finally says.

“Well then I want to tell you something because I trust you.”

Yoongi glances at you from the corner of his eyes.

“I didn’t hurt you because you helped my traitorous husband, I hurt you because I was jealous of you.”

He laughs dryly. You turn and send him a glare.

“Don’t laugh, I am telling the truth.”

He stops laughing, looking at you with his face contorted in bafflement.

“Why would you be jealous of me?”

“Because my husband didn’t like what I have between my legs, but instead he liked what you have.”

Yoongi furrows his brows in confusion. You sigh loudly and turn back to the flames.

“I was never intimate with him because he couldn’t harden no matter how hard I tried. Later, I found him hiding behind the door to watch you train. He was touching himself.”

Yoongi widens his eyes and parts his lips.

“I hated you for it and I also felt ashamed”, you lower your eyes, “so I told everybody that I hurt you because you helped my husband that one time. When in reality I hurt you because I wanted revenge because you had what I couldn’t have.”

You sigh and laugh painfully.

“Perhaps that is also another reason why I called you ugly. I felt less ugly myself when I did it.”

Yoongi scoffs and lowers his head.

“Now tell me Sire, how often did you please him?”

“What?” he stares at you in shock.

You turn. There was no anger on your face, no jealousy or distaste. Just honest interest and perhaps childish hopefulness.

“You can be honest with me. Was it every night?”

Yoongi laughs dryly. He looks to the side, outlining the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“I never pleased him, the only times I interacted with him was when I helped him up and later when I killed him.”

You let out a breath of relief and laugh.

“That feels good to hear. At least my marriage wasn’t as broken as I thought it was.”

Yoongi furrows his brows and grinds his teeth. He watches you throw a little rock into the flames and lower your eyes in sadness afterwards. Perhaps it was the long time he spent with you, but he didn’t like seeing you sad. Not anymore at least. He wants to see you smile. Perhaps he truly was losing his mind.

So he scoots closer to you, so close in fact that the fabrics of your clothes were touching. He drapes his fur across your shoulders, making you lean into him.

“It wasn’t your fault”, he says.

You turn to look at him. He seems so tall in this position. You resting on the ground between his legs and him sitting on a log. You didn’t mind that he towered over you for the comfort in his gaze gave you the feeling that you and him were equal.

“It wasn’t your fault that your husband liked the other kind of private parts. And it doesn’t mean that you are ugly.”

You blink rapidly and chuckle nervously. You turn away, staring into the flames with your heart racing in your chest.

"Do you think I’m beautiful?" you ask him quietly, waiting for his answer with bated breath.

Yoongi inhales through his nose and exhales loudly.

"Yes", he whispers so quietly you almost missed it.

You turn, gazing up at him with sparkling eyes. He glances at you, looking up at the ceiling a moment later.

“You are going to fluster me”, you confess in a whisper.

He exhales in a nervous laugh and lowers his head. You study his features, finding magic in the way his nose curved. You draw closer until your arm touched his leg and he tenses up in nervousness.

“Are you like my husband too?” you ask him.

He shakes his head.

“But I never saw you with a woman. Most of my warriors found love with my servants. Why didn’t you?”

“Because they are fools. Love will blind one to one’s duties. If fewer of my men had their minds twisted by a woman then we could have protected the castle, but instead of following their duties they ran to rescue their lovers.”

“And you blame it on the magic of women instead of the human nature of wanting to protect the ones we love? Weren’t you also running to protect my mother?”

“Yes but I…” he falters, “…I did that because it was my duty.”

“Did you love my mother?”

He shakes his head, “not like my men loved their women.”

“But you loved her in a different way.”

“She saved me from death, I owed her.”

“Like a son owes his mother his life?”

“Perhaps.”

You sigh.

“My mother was a great woman. Truly, her death carved a big hole into my chest.”

“It plaques me too”, he confesses in a whisper.

You rest your head against his knee, making him tense up even more. Perhaps it was the dim light of the fire, perhaps it was the privacy of the cave or perhaps it was your body’s desire to feel another’s skin, but you placed your hand on his other knee and danced your thumb over it softly.

“Do you sometimes wish to love like a man loves a woman?”

“Your Highness”, he begins and sighs, “you shouldn’t ask me that question”, he says, moving his knee away.

You sit up, resting on your knees. You are facing him completely, making him visibly scoot back.

“Why not?”

“You don’t want this”, he says and points at his face, “it doesn’t belong side by side with a princess.”

“What makes you think that I was asking this question in my own interest?” you ask, slightly flustered.

Yoongi looks into your eyes, bewildered as well.

“Why did you touch me then?”

“I truly don’t know. Perhaps I lost my mind.”

“Perhaps you did.”

You laugh breathlessly. Yoongi’s eyes race between yours, flitting to your lips ever so often.

He tenses up when you touch his knee again, freezing up more when you straighten up until you are face to face with him.

“Perhaps”, you begin, allowing your hand to slip to the beginning of his inner thigh, “perhaps I truly lost my mind. I think I like you, Sire.”

He lets out a loud laugh, moving his leg away.

“You confuse me”, he presses out.

“Yes!” you exclaim and nod your head, “I confuse myself for I swore to never like you and yet here I am, enjoying your presence and seeking your closeness.”

Yoongi’s eyes race between yours.

“And I understand now why my husband liked you”, you say and laugh, “you see Sire? I am losing my mind.”

Yoongi turns his head away, fumbling with his fingers.

“Your husband was a fool.”

“Yes, he was”, you agree, leaning closer to brush your lips over his neck.

Yoongi raises his shoulder to his ear and flinches away. Your gazes meet in shock.

“Your Highness, did you drink?”

You shake your head, “how?”

“Then stop that. All this walking is making you delusional, you won’t want this once we are home again.”

You lean closer and place a kiss on his scar, right on top of his cheek. You pull back, holding your breath. And while you were holding your breath, Yoongi releases it shakily, eyes looking everywhere but your face.

You kiss it again and again and again until you kissed it from its beginning on Yoongi’s forehead all the way over his eyelid and down to its end on his cheek.

You pull back after stubbing it with the tip of your nose. Your fingers are hooked behind his neck, your eyes race between his. You have never felt your heart race that much before

“Stop that", he chokes out, closing his fingers around your wrists to pull your hands away.

You fight his hold, reaching for his face again. He moves away, pulling your hands from his face.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks, eyes filled with nervous anger.

You kiss the corner of his lips, resting your fingers on his cheeks. He turns his head in your direction for a quick second, gazing at your lips with his eyes half-lidded. Another kiss. It flusters him, making him turn away again.

“Truly, you don’t want this. I'm not a good lover, my hands are rough from fighting and my f-face and body are covered in scars. I'm too ugly for you."

"No you’re not Sire."

"Ha", he lowers his eyes, "yes I am. The court would agree."

"They’re fools."

"No. You –“

You silence him with a kiss, short and hesitant. He pulls away in an instant, laughing nervously. You give him a smile and draw closer, cupping his cheek and pulling his waist snuck against yours with a strong arm.

"Ha", he lets out, squirming in your hold and looking at where your body touches his.

You lower your head, claiming his lips in a kiss again. It forces him to lift his head and to close his eyes for you were not intending to stop. You kiss him and kiss him and kiss him some more, sucking on his lower lip until he can’t help but sigh and touch your face. He cups your cheeks with such tenderness that one could believe he was scared to break you. His shoulders are raised to his ears, his legs restless as he squirms in your hold. And still his lips danced with yours, using your sighs and the crackling of the fire as their melodies.

Perhaps you truly had lost your mind for when he tried to pull away you chased him and kissed him deeper until the tip of your tongue was outlining his lips.

Perhaps you truly had lost your mind for when his lips parted and his tongue met yours in the middle, a sound of pleasure slipped past your lips and your fingers reached up to open his hair.

It falls in soft waves, framing his face and twisting between your fingers as you run them through his locks. He shudders at the sensation.

Perhaps you truly lost your mind for when he did the same to you and opened your hair to hold it between his fingers, it drove you on top of his lap until your stomach was pressed against his and you felt his chest trembling in a deep sigh.

Perhaps however you didn’t lose your mind and experiencing the feeling of finally being kissed back made you so addicted to the sensation that you became greedy. And perhaps it made you just that greedier because it was Yoongi you were kissing and he truly had the best lips to kiss.

Yoongi runs his fingers down your spine, dancing them up your back in soft swirls. He cups your face, fingers resting on the sides of your neck. They felt warm on your skin, carrying a sheer layer of sweat on the tips. You know that he was nervous. You were nervous too, you noticed it in the way your fingertips trembled as you ran them along his collarbones and shoulders.

You don’t like Yoongi. You told that to all your friends, your family and you were sure your servants knew as well. You thought it to be true and that it would always stay true, but now as if magic changed your heart you like him. It was scaring you so much that your stomach twisted when he showed the first indicator of enjoyment in the form of a trembling mewl against your lips. Perhaps however your stomach also twisted because you never heard such a sound before and it made you feel warm between your legs.

You break the kiss, resting your forehead against that of Yoongi. You keep your eyes closed, so does Yoongi. His shaking breath is tickling your cheek, intermingling with yours. You touch his cheek, running your thumb over his scar softly. It makes him sigh and his fingers twitch in a gentle grasp.

“I feel there is no going back from here”, you whisper.

“No, there isn’t”, he answers you, tilting his head up to run his lips along your cheek until you turn to claim them in a kiss instead.

He trembles in surprise, pressing his legs together. The movement makes you scoot up his lap and press your core against his crotch.

You and him break the kiss at the same time, both gasping in shock because of what you found.

“Is that how this feels?” you ask, sneaking a glance down his body.

“So it seems”, he murmurs, hiding it behind his big hand.

“Why are you hiding it?”

Your eyes meet.

“Because you are married and my princess.”

You shake your head, “I’m not married anymore, you made sure that I was free of that burden.”

You touch his chest.

“It is so exciting to be the reason a man hardens”, you confess and run your hands down his stomach, “can you show it to me?"

He hesitates.

"Please?"

With a nervous sigh slipping past his lips he removes his hand, revealing the prominent dent in his pants to your eyes.

"That looks so exciting", you whisper, rolling your hips over his thigh at the view, "ah, it makes me feel so warm between my legs."

Yoongi swallows heavily, "I-I can feel that."

You look up, cupping his face between your hands.

"Can you show me how it feels to be intimate, Sire?”

Yoongi blinks rapidly. He shakes his head, “I, I don’t know anything about that.”

“Oh?” you blink vigorously.

He lowers his eyes.

“Well, then do you want to find out about it together?”

Yoongi falters in his answer. You speed up his decision by placing your pointer finger on the swell in his pants and stroking it softly. He bites down on his lower lip, inhaling loudly through his nose and furrowing his brows.

“Your Highness, we’re not of the same rank”, he chokes out, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. His hand is fighting your touch and yet at the same time it is pulling you closer. He has duties to fulfil and yet deep down his desire to follow them was lost the moment you kissed his neck.

“I don’t care, that is the great thing about being the princess, I can choose who I want to court.”

“And you choose me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you, Sire.”

Yoongi closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He releases it in a surprised grunt as he feels your lips against his neck all of a sudden. You are holding his hair away, playing with it mindlessly as your lips continue their endless dance. You can feel his vein twitch as his heart skips a beat and for the first time tonight you are making a sound as well. It feels more exciting than you had imagined it to feel.

"Please Sire, I want to experience it with you", you plead, cupping his hardened length and rubbing it slowly.

He grunts and trembles, big hands landing on your hips. He stands up with you then, carrying you to the fire to place you on top of the fur. You look at him. His golden hair is hanging into his face, falling on each side of your head and shielding you from everything except his features.

You reach up and trace his scar again. He closes his eyes and parts his lips in a shaky exhale.

Yoongi remembers many occasions where you touched his scar and yet he never felt such comfort from it as he does tonight. There was no disgust in your touch, no anger or coldness. Just tenderness and a certain awe, which left his chest feeling light. It also made it tingle as if fire fairies were fluttering inside of it.

He leans down and places a kiss on your neck in the same way you kissed his’. You shiver, picking up a big bundle of his hair. It tickles your skin, following Yoongi’s movements as he kisses along your neck to reach the other side.

You sigh his name and close your eyes, parting your legs for your middle burned unbearably. It allows his body to draw closer and for his hips to rest against yours. You can feel how hard he was, it rubs against your core and soaks your pants in your wetness.

Kissing your neck comes so natural to him. He never did what his fellow soldiers did with their women. He didn’t even read about it, let alone talk about it to other people and yet in this moment he felt that kissing your neck was the only right thing to do. Not only for you, but also for him. Oh how many times he fantasized about wrapping his fingers around your neck and squeezing until you finally drew your last breath. Oh how many times he wished for you to slip on the stairs and break it in your fall. Those desires sound like those of a cruel madman in his mind now. He doesn’t want to destroy such a delicate neck anymore, not when he can worship it in kisses instead.

“Oh”, you let out and try to breathe only to end up choking on your air and having to laugh.

Yoongi lifts his head, looking at you in confusion.

“You made me choke on my own air”, you confess and laugh, “oh this feels so good. Do it again."

Yoongi licks over his lips and lowers himself again. He may know nothing about the intimacies between man and woman, but he knows that kissing your neck made you shiver beneath him. He knows that this was a good sign and so he continues what he is good at in fear that if he did something new you wouldn’t enjoy it.

You abandon his hair to touch his arms instead. They are tense in the position, holding up his body with little struggle. You run them along the ridges of his muscles until you abandon them for the sake of feeling his torso instead. First his neck, you run your fingers along the soft curve of where his neck meets his shoulders then dance them to the nape of it to play with the fine hair on it. For only a second you allowed your fingers to linger then it was already time for them to explore a new inch of his body. The movement made the strings of his tunic open at the front, revealing his heated chest to your fingertips.

He squirms above you, losing his way and kissing your collarbones instead of your neck. You sigh, slipping your hand into his tunic to caress his pecs. They were sculpted from the heavy fighting he had to do in his years as your warrior for the Glass Mountains with its Ruby Valleys and Emerald Lakes were always a conflict ridden country. It became worse with the arrival of Morrok the madman and Yoongi and his warriors spent many months away from the castle, ridding the land of his followers and keeping the peace for as best as possible.

You hope – as you run your fingers along every single scar – that you have enough magic in your fingertips to heal the memories they bear with them. After weeks and weeks of hunger, thirst and frozen limbs you know exactly the pains and discomforts he must have endured on his journeys.

You brush your fingers over his nipple, making him snap up in a shudder of his body and a shaky gasp. His eyes are widened, blinking rapidly. Your fingers rest frozen on his chest, allowing your warmth to soak even the deepest parts of his body.

“What?” you ask him.

“What did you just do?”

You repeat what you had done, watching how it makes his lips part in a silent moan. They close again a second later, the tip of his tongue coming out to wet them. Oh how rosy his lips are and how pretty they glisten in the shine of the fire.

You do it again. Feeling his nipple pebble and his chest rumble in a barely there moan. He exhales shakily, corners of his mouth curling upwards.

“What?” you stress, “why are you reacting like that?”

Yoongi moves without words. He opens the strings of your tunic and slips his hand inside. Your eyes widen. On the ceiling of the cave the flames make sceneries of dancing shadows appear and yet all you can truly take in is Yoongi slipping the tunic to the side, cupping your breast and then wrapping his lips around your nipple.

“Sire!” you gasp, fighting for air with your lips opening and closing repeatedly.

Such warmth. It seeps into your skin until it reaches your heart. You tremble as Yoongi flicks his tongue over your swollen pebble just this moment. You laugh and tug on his hair. He releases you with a quiet bop of his lips, flitting his eyes up in a silent question as to why you stopped him.

The truth was that the sensation scared you. It felt too good and you feared that if he continued you would lose control over your body.

“Did I go too far?” he asks with his voice slightly raspy in arousal.

You nod your head, “I fear that if you continue I might lose control over my body. I heard that it will subside again once you reach your high, but what if I am different and I will never be normal again?”

Yoongi scoffs, flustering you.

“Why are you laughing? What if you will never be normal either?”

“I stopped being normal the moment you kissed my neck, Your Highness, I’m not scared of losing myself.”

You lower your eyes, “now you are making me seem like such a coward.”

He chuckles softly, lowering his head to your chest. He darts his tongue out and flicks it over your nipple.

“Oh”, you gasp, widening your eyes for only a second before closing them. One more flick of his tongue and you let go of his hair to hold his shoulders instead. Perhaps you need to be braver. You survived being beaten and tied up in the cold, you survived having to walk for days without water or food let alone sleep. You will survive the unbearable heat of Yoongi’s touch as well, including all the consequences it bears.

Yoongi kisses the skin next to your nipple then follows the path his pointer finger paints until he is on your neck again. You shiver, hugging him closer so you could feel his naked chest press against your exposed breasts. You didn’t even know that another person’s skin can feel so good against your own.

“Yoongi”, you sigh.

“Yes, Your Highness?” Yoongi whispers, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“I want to know how it feels to be breached.”

“Are you sure Your Highness?”

“Yes. Do you want to give me your innocence too?”

He looks into your eyes and then something happens to his face you thought would never happen to his face. The ivory of his cheeks turns the softest red. It spreads all across his nose as well.

“Yes, Your Highness”, he confesses, making your heart skip a beat in your chest.

So you and him undress messily, hiding under the fur not only to keep the cold out but also because it was too scary to share your state of complete nudity with each other.

Yoongi claims the spot between your legs, breathing heavily for his heart was almost giving up on him in excitement. While he never read about the intimacies between a man and a woman let alone talked to somebody about it, his mind still spent many hours imagining how it must feel like. And while a few weeks ago he never imagined to experience it with his princess, that image had changed ever since he snuck one fateful glance at your bared body as you bathed in the river.

Your eyes meet in a hesitant gaze.

“Are you just as excited as I am?” you ask him.

He nods his head.

“It will feel really good, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Come closer and breach me, Sire”, you stress, grasping his hips and rolling your own up to meet his middle.

He shivers at the sensation, bucking his hips forwards.

“Oh!”

He stops, eyes widening in surprise. He slipped inside, only an inch, yet it is enough to make his back tense and his legs shake.

“More”, you sigh, forcing him deeper by wrapping your legs around him.

Yoongi grunts and buries his face in the crook of your neck. This is better than he imagined it to feel. This is so much better.

“It burns a little. Does it burn for you too?” you ask him slightly out of breath.

He shakes his head.

“How peculiar, it feels so peculiar.”

Yoongi is fighting with his air. He truly didn’t think it would feel so good.

“Try to move”, you order him.

He moves his hips back and forth, forcing a loud moan to slip past his lips. He falters and stops, face feeling as if it was on fire.

“I apologize”, he whispers.

Oh your stomach is clenching so much. You have never heard him make a sound before. Yoongi can take every beating and torture life throws at him without making a sound and yet when he is buried inside of you, lost in pleasure, he can’t stay quiet. It is so exhilarating to experience.

“No, don't apologize. Hearing your sound made me wetter. Do it again Sire”, you encourage him. You run your fingers to his bottom and squeeze it gently, “move inside of me and make a sound, it feels so good when you do.”

Yoongi rolls his hips into yours smoothly and moans. You arch your back and wrap your arms around him.

“Yes, oh that feels so good”, you sigh and reward him with a clench of your walls.

He continues his slow movements, pausing in between to catch his breath. His stomach is tensing in such peculiar ways and while it tempted him to keep moving to see where this tension would lead him, he was scared that if he did he would reach places where there is no coming back from. So he pauses in between to leave sloppy kisses on your neck and gain back control of his body.

“Yes that feels really good, oh Sire this is so nice”, you praise him in soft moans, running your fingers through his long hair. It tickles your shoulders and parts of your face and short strands of it were sticking to his forehead as it became terribly hot under the fur. And while you felt pearls of sweat run down your own chest, you still hugged him closer with your other arm, making him lower himself until your breasts were brushing against his chest.

The new closeness makes his lower stomach rub against your core. It sends the most peculiar yet magical sensation through your veins. Warmth. Such incredible warmth.

“Yoongi”, you gasp, curling your toes and pressing your heels into the back of his thighs.

“Yes, Your Highness?” he asks, panting heavily afterwards.

“This feels better than good”, you confess and squeak softly. Your fingers twitch on his back until your nails are digging into his skin.

He grunts and sucks on your neck desperately. He rolls his hips into you, feeling you grind against him. You are so wet around him and so warm too. And oh so tight, he didn’t know that he could be squeezed that much.

You pull him closer, burying your fingers in his hair. Your lips are pressed against his shoulder, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

“Oh my s-stomach is tensing”, you pause to gasp for air, “Sire, Sire I’m close.”

“Me too Your Highness”, he answers you and moans against the shell of your ear. It sends shivers all the way down to your toes. The shivers lingered in your middle for a while, making you squeeze around him.

Yoongi grunts and reaches for your hand. He presses it into the fur and squeezes it tightly.

“Don’t tense that much”, he chokes out, grinding his teeth.

“I, I can’t help – “, a gasp for air, “– help it.”

You squeeze his hand, Yoongi answers you by squeezing it as well. So tightly in fact that you fear he might break something.

“Your Highness, please relax”, he begs desperately.

“I…can’t…it’s…so…good”, you sigh and let your mouth fall open. A moan ripples through you then you grow silent as the tension on your stomach breaks in a second, leaving you to tremble and burn like you had never done before.

Yoongi grunts painfully and falters, hiding his face in your shoulder. You are squeezing him too much, he is too sensitive.

“Your Highness”, he chokes out shakily, feeling his mind become blank and his vision turn black as his body releases all the tension in a series of uncontrollable spasms.

You take his release with your eyes rolled back and your eyelids fluttering, basking in the sensations. So that is how it feels like when a man desires your body so much that an orgasm shakes him. It feels so exhilarating that a single tear of bliss escapes the corner of your eye and runs down your cheek.

Yoongi whimpers and shakes one last time, forcing a trembling breath past his lips. The pressure on your hand stops as he finally relaxes, a pressure on your chest replaces it as he collapses on top of you.

You close your eyes and relax under the weight of his body. You feel so warm again. After weeks and weeks of painful cold, you finally feel truly warm again.

“This was magical”, you whisper.

“Yes”, he agrees and nuzzles his nose against your neck.

“You don’t regret it, do you?”

“No, Your Highness.”

“Please Yoongi, call me by my name.”

Yoongi lifts his head. He cups your cheek.

“___, it feels strange to say out loud”, he whispers and smiles, showing you the shape of his teeth for the first time ever since you knew him.

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