Warriors Paramour

Part 33.

𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

At some dead starry point that night, I found myself outside the chambers, gazing at an enormous, coppery moon that hung low in the sky. I didn't know enough sky lore to tell if this was a good omen or bad. But the war had started. And it was sixth day of continues battle and deads.

It's been 21 days, since the war had started and I was prohibited to even move a inch of my foot outside the palace. They said Jungkook had strictly ordered them to not let me leave the palace at all during the war, it would have been dangerous. But it was unsettling to me.

Past six days were nothing but a living hell for me, I could not sleep, I was not able to eat nor even be myself since then. The uneasiness would crawl up Inside me whenever the news about the war would come up.

I hadn't known much, I avoided knowing much. But from what all I had heard, I knew it was a very ruthless war. And we were on the loosing side.

One of Jungkook advisor last night had came running to us with his breathe caught up, he had said Jungkook's 850 of warriors had already been dead and Jungkook was in the frontier to save up his rest of the army.

I wish I could make you readers realise it even by a percent what I had gone through when I had known that. I had been half dead and half of my soul running towards him.

He was choosing his duty and not me, he had to choose me so he would have been safe and back to me alive. Call me selfish, I would live upto that forever, but in order to live my life, I wanted Jungkook with me.

Tears would fall of my eyes, my guts would clench, my throat icy cold, I hated being there in palace, every time I would see the courtier running towards us to give news I would feel a weight of mountain fall over me.

My heart would not stop beating with crazy speed, I would never want to listen that man saying Jungkook's name. Thoughts haunted me to death of what would I possibly do if Jungkook was gone?

What would I do with him gone????????????

I had no answer. Because I never thought of it ever.

Every morning of the war found me tired and aching; my head felt as though it were stuffed with prickly jute fibers. All night, in between fragments of dreams, faces coalesced out of the darkness of my chambers: my Jungkookie. When he would appeared in dream , I could not bear to lie in bed any longer.

At the very thrid day of war I had decided to sneak out of palace and climb up the same hill me and Jungkook had spent time last time. I have been doing that for past many nights now.

But as I reached the hill, against my will my footsteps slowed. My legs would not hold me up. A great weight pulled at my eyelids. I would sit down—I didn't know whether on a rock or the bare ground. I saw and heard nothing. I did not feel the sun beating down on me. As I was pulled from the state I'd always thought of as consciousness.

I would sit and pray, pray for his well being, pray for him to be fine.

War is like an avalanche. Once begun, it cannot cease until it has wreaked all the destruction it is capable of.

On the sixth day, at morning the same man had came running to me. And he had handed me a very rusty bag with blooded marks on it and then he had grimaced .

"Warrior Jungkook, my Majesty. He had ordered this to give it you Taehyung shii. " My heart beat had chased my death then

With trembling hands , I tried to untie the knot, as it unwinded there inside was the woolen glove. Cut in shreads, dripped in blood.

I had felt earth beyond me shake and tremble, every part of my body thrilled to not know why was it sent to me.

"My majesty is very injured,he said—"

He had paused and the pause felt years worth long.

"He said he might not make it up to you, so he have sent this as his memory"

I had collapsed like a sand castle, with no strength and base of my life shaking to my core.

Immediately scholar surgeons were sent in tents of battle field for Jungkook, there was chaos all around people kept running and there was hassle.

Medical aids were immediately sent towards him and I kept praying and  Pacing for him to come back.

Every passing moment then felt years light long. I didn't realised how days went by. He was getting better, but Jungkook was still fighting even when he was healing.

Medical surgeons had said, he is better then what he was found on the first day, he will eventually get better and better. But something in kept me up all night, I would not feel ease till I see him and hug him close.

In these days Yeri and Jungkook's mother had looked out for me really well,but I could feel them worrying about me.

I hadn't eaten much, I would skip all my meals and only eat one meal a day,I would not sleep, I would not talk either, and mostly I hadn't shed a tear since he was gone.

After two days of that incident I had sneaked onto the hills in the morning. And I would not lie I was shaken. All these times I had been here in night and so I never knew what it was now looking like, but the view I got then, in the day light was terrifying.

I stood there at the hill and down the village everything was destroyed, houses were burnt,the once filed which was used for rice culture was now barren and red with blood. Blood had corrupted the soil from its root.

I had moved forward to get a proper view to find Jungkook between those thousands of ant like men. I never saw him though. I searched for—and failed to find— Jungkook, whose heart I most yearned to read.

Thus the war went on, the physical battle outside matching the conflicts within each warrior. And yet this did not mitigate the carnage. I saw the death throes of the innocent and the guilty, and both were equally terrible. In only a few hours, the ground turned red as though the skies had rained blood. What would happen by the end of the last day?

I kept coming back at the same hill every morning for three more days until was caught and had been locked inside my chambers. I hadn't saw Jungkook's mother so angry before, so I had stayed silent and paced around my room like a living ghost.

Days went and in a bat of a eye, it was the 21 day of war...

Jungkook had healed good and was back to the field, he was fighting mercilessly. Jungkook's warriors had now lessen to death. From thousands of them there were barely few hundreds who were alive and fighting. More men had sent for his help by the 15th day but they all had lost to cruelty of humans sooner.

Today when I had woke up, I had peeked from my window to see if there was any way I could sneak away, but the 4 strong built guards stayed tight and upfront in front of my door, windows as well as the garden and hills.

I bathed and had gotten ready real quick after that, I was not hungry today either. So I thought of just staying In my room and read something to divert my mind.

That's what I have been doing for last few days, running away from my thoughts.

It was better that way.

While getting ready , I had realised the daisies that I had soaked in water last night bloom had already bloomed beautifully. I wonder what else would I do with them.

I brought them up by mirror and I groomed myself, at first the pale skinny flesh of my skin chided me from the mirror.

Ohh noo round cheeks were gone, jungkook would hate it then.

I adorned those daisies, tucking them in my hair and pinning them with a clip Jungkook had once gifted me.

More I stared at the mirror, more I felt insecure of myself, this was I without him, helpless and a man who had no clue of his existence anymore.
It was just him who had made me realised I had something of mine. And now he was gone for last 21 days.

As I sat there alone with my thoughts and silence , soon there was a loud commotion outside my chambers.

Very loud.

I could here loud steps and people screaming for help, I felt a tug on my heart.

I ran towards the door, I tried opening it, but it was somehow locked from outside.

The screams and yells for help terrified me. What was happening??

Just when I was trying to open the huge door, there was  a loud bang on it, as if —as if someone's skull had crashed on it.

And then there was absolute silence, it made me  question if I was the only one who was thinking of all this??? Was this all just illusion???

I tried to open the door one more time and surprisingly it opened easily this time.

As soon as I opened it wide, to wide half cut men fell on the floor of my chambers through the door, there blood was splashed all over the door, one arm missing while others head off his body, I screamed with terror.

They were my guards.

And they were dead now.

I had to collect myself and be strong, moving inches by inches , crossing those deads, I reached the corridors, and for a minute I thought if I was confusing the battle field for my palace, because this was nothing like the palace I had lived for months now.

There were pools of blood and broken skulls. The maids were floating in the red Sea there head limps.

The curtains were tore down and every little thing of palace was destroyed. A huge ball of uneasiness formed in me as I had a hit of copper smelling blood.

I moved from chambers to chambers to find any one living between those deads, but more I explored  more I found dead bodies of courtiers and maids and gaurds.

Moving to the hall, I was suddenly pulled inside a small attic down the stares.

I was about to yell, when Jungkook's mother, came in view.

I gasped and hugged her.

Her hands on my back were trembling

"What is happening??? What is a this??? Who did this?? "

She cried.

"There's no time to explain anything now Tae, but you need to listen to me, we are in danger. We are going to be killed, if we Do not protect ourselves and each other. " She said.

"And I want you to stay in this attic, inside that cupboard for a while  I promise I'll get you out, okay? " Confusion and worry laced my face.

Attic? Cupboard? Danger?

As we heard the steps approaching....

She held my hand and shoved me inside the cupboard.

The cupboard was not really small, and nor was massive, I was able to breathe properly for now.

"Please be safe Taehyung, I have promised my son to keep you alive in any way I can. So please don't get caught and stay safe" She said, and before I would say anything to her there were steps approaching us.

Next she screamed in pain, she was been dragged with her hair by two well built gaurds

The little key hole didn't give me full sight of what was happening, but yet I saw the view with broken heart.

I tried to open the wooden door of this cupboard, but it was locked from outside.

And then slowly I got to realised...

Jungkook had lost the war.

Enemies were now here to exploit his palace and his people.

They were here to kill us in front of us to make him realise his doings.

I shivered with pain.

Was he alive?

God,

Let him be breathing and safe.