"What was your coronation day like?" Reine asks as the Queen runs her fingers through her hair, the Princess's head resting in her mother's lap.

Her mother hums to herself, a soft smile spreading across her painted lips as she leans her head back against the headboard. "It was a dream. I wore the most beautiful pink dress that was the same color as the tulips that had bloomed in the spring outside the village. I walked along the hallway, asking the past Queens to give me their strength and courage as I entered the throne room and walked to where my father and mother were standing. It was so sunny that day; it felt like the sun had come to watch me take the crown. The entire village was there, on the lawn outside of the palace's walls. I walked onto the balcony and I smiled at everyone as they waved at me, and as the sun shone so warmly against my skin."

Reine smiles at her mother. "Do you think my coronation day will be sunny too? I would love to see the sun shining into the throne room on my day. It is always such a beautiful sight when the sun shines. As much as I love the rain and the moon, I think the sun is my favorite. It is so warm and welcoming. It almost feels like a promise from the universe that it will be a beautiful day if the sun shines on me."

"It is," the Queen agrees, nodding her head as she looks at her daughter. Her fingertip moves to trace her daughter's freckles, her finger dotting them one by one. "These are proof that the sun loves you; the sun itself has kissed your skin countless times, Reine."

Reine stares into her mother's face, seeing all the similarities with her own as the two sit in a comfortable silence. Her mother has the same black hair as she does, but it is not as curly as hers is. Her mother's hair has a gentle wave to it, always laying perfectly over her shoulders as she walks with a poise learned from a lifetime of practice. She also shares the same nose as her mother, and her eyes are the same emerald green color. She has her father's eye shape and she also has her father's smile. Claire loves to tease her about how much her smile is exactly like her father's; it never fails to make Reine hide her face as she smiles even harder.

She has always loved that she is the perfect combination of her parents; she loves thinking of herself as a manifestation of everything wholesome and pure in their hearts. While their own hearts became corrupted by darkness, Reine's has held everything wonderful and pure that they always had within themselves. They passed their light to her - almost as if she has been tasked with keeping their light safe alongside her own.

"Mother," Reine says after a few moments, and her mother hums to let her know that she is listening.

"Do you think I will find love?" she asks, her fingers knotting together nervously as she lays in her mother's bed. "A love like you and father have. Do you think I can ever find that? I wish to find someone who will look at me and understand my heart like father does with you."

"There is not a doubt in my mind," the Queen says, stroking her daughter's rosy cheek. "You are such a beautiful little budding flower; someday, you will find someone who will make you bloom into the most beautiful of roses."

"I like daisies," Reine admits, scrunching her nose playfully at her mother. "I wish to be a daisy someday. They are light, like the sun - like I wish to be. Daisies represent everything I wish to be as the Queen."

"A daisy you will be," she says, leaning to kiss Reine's forehead before resting against the headboard again and threading her fingers through her daughter's hair some more. "You will find many loves in your life, but only one will be the right one."

"Will I know when I love the wrong person?" Reine asks, frowning slightly at the thought of future heartbreak.

"Maybe," her mother says, shrugging lightly. "Sometimes, you will know that you love them, but you will also know that you cannot be with them. It is okay to love people you cannot be with; it teaches you so much about yourself and what possibilities love can hold for you in this lifetime. So when you find the right person to love, you can love wholly and unconditionally. You can love them as you are, knowing through trial and error what love truly means to you."

"What if I keep finding the wrong love?" Reine asks. "What if I can never find the person I am supposed to love wholly and unconditionally?"

"You are sixteen years old, my sweet daisy," the Queen says, smiling at her daughter. "You are so young, and these things are meant to be worried about when you are much older. Enjoy your youth and do not feel obligated to find answers to questions out of your reach. You have time; use it to become who you are as an independent person. Not a daughter, a Princess or even a future Queen. Who are you when you are alone in your thoughts, Reine? Who are you when you do not feel the need to be someone else?"

"Who am I?" Reine asks herself under her breath.

"I am Reine," she says, nodding her head. "Reine."

"Reine."

"Reine."

"Reine!"

Reine groans, her head pounding in time with her heartbeat. She feels discomfort and pain in every part of her body, and every time she moves a single muscle, her body screams at her to be still. She can't even tell where the pain is coming from exactly; it hurts everywhere.

She can also feel something falling onto her face - something cool and comforting. It is something she spent years experiencing with Claire, turning her face upward to feel the coolness of its touch wash away her stress and worries.

Rain.

She sighs, feeling the coolness of the rain soothing her aching head. She can't remember why, but she knows that she is supposed to open her eyes. She can't seem to make herself do it, though; her eyelids feel so heavy, like every other part of her body.

She wants to sleep while the rain falls onto her skin. The bed she is laying in is uncomfortable, but she will have to manage because her body is in so much pain that she doesn't think she will be able to get up and move to something more bearable.

"Reine!"

Reine frowns, hearing her name being yelled from somewhere far away. The echoes of her name bounce around her, and she wonders why it is echoing so much. How strange. The voice sounds so familiar; it sounds like she has heard that voice speak so many soothing words to her in the past, but she can't bring herself to answer the voice, no matter how panicked the voice sounds. Even her lungs hurt; she can't bring herself to yell back to comfort the panicking voice because she is in too much pain and she feels much too heavy.

"Reine, answer us!"

Another familiar voice that sounds far away from this uncomfortable bed she is trying to sleep in. This one she has heard far less often than the first familiar voice, but this voice was always so impactful on the rare occasion that she did hear it. That voice always said the most rational, well-thought-out things that always put her back in the right mindset when she would feel herself spiraling into a pool of self doubt and heartache.

But she feels so, so heavy. She cannot answer this second voice either; she wonders if what they need from her is important. They sound desperate to find her, and she knows she should be yelling back at them, but all she can think of is how much she wants to fall back to sleep.

"Reine."

A broken voice - but just as familiar. It sounds more like a whimper than anything, and it sounds much closer than the other two voices she heard. It sounds like the owner of this particular voice is dying - like it is nothing more than a ghost of the person it belongs to. She remembers this voice as one that would whisper in her ear, its owner holding her hand and making her feel not so alone when everything else around her demanded that she feel that way.

The brokenness in this third familiar voice is why Reine finally opens her eyes, and she immediately squints against the sprinkling rain falling into her eyes. She tries to hold her hand over her face, but she gasps in pain when her fingers connect to an open gash on her forehead, the blood spilling onto her fingertips as she pulls them away in horror and confusion.

She groans, trying to force herself to roll onto her side to keep the rain from falling into her eyes anymore, and she nearly screams out when her entire torso erupts into a burning pain and her body refuses to move into a different position - like it is stuck.

When her vision slowly clears from the blinding pain and the droplets of rain falling onto her face, her eyes focus on a figure hovering above her.

His body is drenched in blood and sweat, the rain doing nothing to wash it away because he is holding a massive slab of stone so it doesn't crush Reine's body beneath him.

His arm muscles are trembling as he kneels over Reine's body, his breaths coming out in uneven gasps as he struggles to keep the rubble from killing her.

"Jungkook," she gasps, the memories rushing back to her as she sees his eyes squeezed shut in an effort to focus on keeping the stone lifted.

At the sound of Reine's voice, his eyes fly open, immediately finding her own gaze through her blood-soaked face.

"You're okay," he breathes out, his entire body trembling through its effort. "You're okay. I was so scared that you were dead."

"What-"

"It was going to crush you," he says through clenched teeth as he readjusts his grip, his hands dripping blood from the jagged edges. "I couldn't let it crush you."

"You saved me," Reine whispers. "Again."

"I'll always save you," he smiles at her, though the smile doesn't reach his pained eyes.

Reine takes in her surroundings and sees that the rubble is surrounding the two of them, the broken floor beneath them making Reine realize that they aren't in the library anymore; the floor must have collapsed and they all fell into the room below - possibly even all the way to the ground level.

If Jungkook had not caught the giant piece of her palace's wall, it would have crushed her from the neck down; the only part of her body able to feel the rain falling is her face; everything else is under the rock and under Jungkook's broken body.

"Reine!" one of the familiar voices screams out again.

"I've been trying to yell for them," Jungkook says, blood running down his arms. "I couldn't yell loudly enough. I think I have a punctured lung. I can't breathe."

Reine nods, her eyes filling with tears as she fills her own lungs, ignoring the screaming pain in her own torso as she screams.

She doesn't scream anything coherent; she screams until her lungs burn, and she fills them with oxygen again before screaming some more.

She needs to focus on one thing at a time.

Right now, Jungkook is killing himself as he holds this piece of rubble from crushing the two of them, and Reine is now realizing that there is a second piece behind Jungkook that is pinning her legs in place.

She's trapped, and so is he.

So she screams for someone - anyone - to hear her and help them.

"Reine! Where are you?"

Hoseok's voice.

"This way!"

Namjoon's voice.

She hears rubble being tossed around, the voices telling her to keep screaming so they can find her.

She coughs, the smoke from the rubble around them making it hard to keep screaming, but she does keep screaming because Jungkook can't breathe and he's the only reason she is alive at this moment.

"I found them!" Hoseok's voice yells out, and she finally sees Hoseok and Namjoon digging their way into the little space where the two of them are trapped.

"Help him," Reine says immediately, not hesitating for even a moment to point at Jungkook instead of begging for help for herself. "Help him lift that. He can't keep holding it. You have to save him."

Hoseok and Namjoon stare at the piece of stone, and Jungkook manages to glance over at them.

For an eerily silent moment, the three of them stare at each other, and Reine wonders what is taking them so long to help their brother get out of there.

"Rock on her legs," Jungkook says, doing his best to gesture behind his back with his chin.

Namjoon wipes the blood from his hands - evidence that he and Hoseok had been searching through the jagged wood and stone for a while to find them - and he moves behind Jungkook, careful not to disturb Jungkook himself as he tries to pull the rock from Reine's legs.

Reine screams out in pain, knowing that there are broken bones under that rock, as she suspects she has some broken ribs.

"Hoseok," Namjoon says, and Hoseok does his best to climb into the space, getting in next to Namjoon and pulling the rock as hard as the two can manage with their weakened states.

Tears fall down Reine's face, feeling the rock stabbing into her legs, but she bites her lip until it bleeds because she knows that she is not the worst one here; the one above her is in terrifying shape, and if he is trying to be strong for her, she should do the same for him.

Slowly - so, so slowly - the two Archangels get the rock moved away from Reine, and immediately, the two move to pull Reine by her shoulders to get her out from under the massive slab of stone that Jungkook is holding.

"Now help him," Reine demands, wiping her tears away as she points at Jungkook. "Get the rock off of him."

"Reine," Hoseok whispers, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Jungkook's power is his strength. He is the strongest one out of all of us, and he is barely able to keep that rock lifted. Even with Namjoon and I combined, it is not possible to lift the rock away. We do not have the strength Jungkook has. You saw how much we struggled getting that rock off your legs, and it was a fraction of the size."

Reine shakes her head, staring at Jungkook as he squeezes his eyes shut again, sweat and blood dripping from his hair. "No. You are his family. You have to help him."

"One of us has to get you out of here," Hoseok explains, his voice gentle. "This entire place could collapse further, and we cannot risk your life. You need to get out of here right now, and that would only leave one of us here to help Jungkook. It's not enough."

"Jungkook," Reine whimpers. "Jungkook, tell them to help you. They are your family. They should help you. Right?"

"Reine," he wheezes. "It would kill all of us. I-I can't let any of you die."

"You will die," Reine says through her sobs as they wrack her pained body. "You will. Does that not matter?"

"It only matters that you and my brothers make it out of here, Reine," he says, his breath even more unsteady than before. "You matter more."

"No," Reine says, trying to crawl back to Jungkook, but Hoseok pulls her against his chest as she thrashes, adrenaline causing her to forget that she is even in pain. "No! Let me go!"

"I am going to fly us out of here," Hoseok whispers in Reine's ear as she screams for Jungkook, her arms reaching out to him as tears fall down Jungkook's own cheeks, his chin quivering as badly as his arms are.

"I don't know how long I will be able to stay in the air, but I will make sure if we fall, you will not get injured further," Hoseok says, pulling Reine closer in his arms as he looks toward the sky exposed by the collapsed ceiling. "Namjoon, fly right behind and land as soon as you can in case I need you to catch her."

"Jungkook," Hoseok says, his own eyes filling with tears.

"I know," he says, his voice only coming out as a shaky breath. "Me too."

Reine wants so desperately to reach out and whisper promises to Jungkook that she will find a way to save him - that she won't let him die here alone.

She wants to thank him for all the times he comforted her when he only needed to keep her alive. He saved her in every way possible, and she only wishes for a few extra moments with him to thank him for what he did for her.

She wants Jungkook to hold her hand and tell her to breathe - that he is not okay right now, but he will be.

But he is going to die in her crumbling, destroyed palace - all alone.

No one to hold his hand. No one to comfort him. No one to save him.

"Reine," Jungkook says. "Reine."

"Jungkook," she says, her whole body shivering as her heart shatters in her chest. "Please come with me. Please."

"Go, Hoseok," he whispers, his breaths coming out more and more erratic, the stone above him faltering and shifting as he struggles to hold on. "Go now. Keep her safe."

Reine screams Jungkook's name again as she feels herself being lifted into the air. The rain and wind have slowed to nearly nothing, the earthquake long gone as Hoseok does his best to fly away from what is left of the palace.

Namjoon takes flight behind him, turning to look back at Jungkook one last time before focusing ahead of him as the three fly further and further away from the third Archangel.