"I do not at all understand the mystery of grace- only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us."

                                -Anne Lamott

You let out a loud groan of annoyance as you turned in your bed, face contorting in displeasure at the gentle pokes that were being delivered to your face and neck. Loud snorting and giggles filled your ears as small hands moved to rest over the soft skin of your cheeks.

You huffed out at the feeling, clearly displeased with the sudden interrupted of your much need, much desired sleep.

You had been up almost the entire night training with Hoseok.

When the young warrior finally agreed to teach you everything he knew, you were thrilled, ecstatic and over the moon. Glad to finally be able to defend yourself against any foe you may face in the future.

But, when he said that it would be the hardest ting you were going to do in your life...he certainly wasn't joking.

Your training started instantly, he dragged you out to the empty courtyard and began giving you long speeches about what it meant to be a warrior, he talked endlessly for two hours before finally beginning to teach you something.

The first thing he taught you was patience.

He had you stand on one foot, balancing a small bowl of water on your head...he said that if you could stand still without spilling the water for five minutes, you could be done for the night.

You two were out there for five hours.

Your body ached from being stiff for so long and you crashed the second that your head hit the smooth silk material of your pillow. You thought that you would be able to finally get some rest and maybe even sleep in....but clearly someone else had different plans.

You huffed in annoyance, blue eyes fluttering open only to be attacked by the bright beams of sunlight that poured through the paper thin walls.

Whoever woke you up was dead meat.

Your gaze was set in a hard glare as you focused them, trying to find the source of your disturbance. You were determined to find out who had just pulled you away from your beloved sleep.

But when your eyes landed upon a familiar head of curly, blond hair....

You froze.

You couldn't stop your heart from racing wildly, palms sweating as you opened and closed your hands, throat constricting as your vision clouded over with unshed tears.

Your heart broke into two pieces as you stared at the infant in front of you, memories flooding back through your mind at a neck-breaking speed, emotions encompassing your being until you felt as though you were drowning in your brokenness.

Was this some kind of sick dream? Was your mind finally cracking under the intense pressure of the wild roller coaster that was your life? God, you hoped that was the case...because you couldn't bear to leave her again. 

"G-Grace."

The baby clapped her hands as the familiar sound of her name spilled from your lips, her hazel eyes sparkling with amusement as she let out a loud laugh.

You choked back a sob, hand moving to rest over your mouth as tears began to freely fall down your cheeks.

Just looking at her made you feel sick. You were happy to see her, of course you were....but she reminded you of Yoongi..

Oh god.

You betrayed him...You knew that you did...He loved you and you loved him..At least you thought you did...but then you met Taehyung.

Taehyung.

The arrogant, prideful Pharaoh that managed to snag your attention ad your heart just by flashing you a smile. The young boy that became a man...A man that you also fell in love with.

You swallowed hard.

How would Yoongi react if he found out about Taehyung...How would he take it? Would he scream at you? Curse at you? Would he hate you?

No. He wouldn't...of course he wouldn't...he loved you...He would only hold you tightly and tell you that he wanted you to be happy no matter what...he would kiss your knuckles with his soft lips and stare at you with teary eyes...He would still love you...even if you left him...and knowing that...knowing that you could never do the same....it really hurt you...

The blond-haired cutie poked your nose again, her eyes getting bigger as she watched you cry...

You sighed.

You missed her so much.

You watched with wide eyes as she tilted her head, her hands grabbing the silk blanket that covered your body.

You let out a sad laugh, watching as her legs kicked in the air as she tried to push her body up to rest on the bed with yours....slightly relieved that you saw no visions as your fingers brushed the skin of her chubby leg.

Clearly, she was getting nowhere, grunts of annoyance and whines of frustration escaping the toddler as she kicked even harder, trying her best to make it onto the bed herself.

Your hands gently moved to her bottom, supporting her from beneath and raising her up until she could get on the bed comfortably.

She squealed happily as he body came into contact with the soft mattress beneath her, clearly enjoying the way it bounced under her weight.

You chuckled, sitting up straight in the bed, wiping the stray tears from your red cheeks.

You decided that, for the moment, it was best to put aside any saddening thoughts about Yoongi...or your previous adventures...You just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy every second that you had with the young infant...You didn't know when you would see her again...So you decided to make the most of the time you were given.

"What are you doing here, princess?" You cooed out with a soft voice.

Grace gives you a wide smile, her hands reaching out to land on your cheeks, pushing them together and effectively squishing your face...

You smiled widely, eyes glistening underneath the sunlight...

"Oh...Somebody likes to touch people's faces.." You spoke in a playful tone, raising your eyebrows.

She giggled in acknowledgment, gurgling out a sound that almost sounded similar to your words. Almost.

"Do you know what happens to little babies who touch my face?" You asked, raising your tone as you wiggled your fingers, inching your hands closer to her tummy secretly.

She giggled, shaking her head as if she understood you.

"They...get...TICKLED!"

Her loud squeals filled your ears as you began to tickle her sides mercilessly, pushing her down in front of you.

Her feet kick in the air as she giggles loudly, her small hands trying to swat yours away, but you continue to assault her tiny belly with tickles.

"Grace?!"

Your motions cease at the familiar voice that suddenly fills the air, Grace's head also perking up at the mention of her name.

"Min Grace! Where are you?!"

Your brows furrow as you look back at the infant, who has her hands in her mouth, sucking on her fingers contently as she stares at the sliding door of your room as if waiting on the arrival of the man that was calling for her.

And sure enough, he arrived.

Min Yoongi slid the door of your bedroom open with ease, his frantic eyes searching around the room until they locked with your own.

He swallowed hard, chest heaving as he stared at you with burning red cheeks.

You were still in your nightgown.

You swallowed hard, body moving backwards until you sat upright, hand meeting the back of your neck nervously.

Yoongi eyed you for a moment before his gaze fell onto the young infant that was currently trying to bury herself in your blankets.

"Grace!"

You watched with wide eyes as he shot into action, practically running to grab the young girl and hold her in his arms.

Your heart wrenched at the familiar sight before you..

Memories once again washed over as you watched him pull her into his chest protectively.

You knew that he wasn't your Yoongi...You knew that this version was different, colder...You knew all of that..and yet you couldn't stop your mind from going back to that night in The Four Kingdoms...

The night when you stumbled into the jail in Pamelia only to find Yoongi playing with the infant...The night when he held you tight and vowed to never let go...The night when he proposed.

"What have I told you about wandering off?"

Yoongi's scolding tone brought you back to reality, you heart melting as you watched the young girl give him a pout, her hazel eyes watering as her bottom lip quivered.

"You have to stay with daddy." He stated with a softer voice, his lips meeting her forehead in a soft kiss. "I don't want you getting hurt."

Your eyes widened.

She was his daughter?

Suddenly everything began to click into place...That was the "she" he was talking about the day you arrived...But if she was his daughter...couldn't he also be married?

"I'm sorry about her." Yoongi sighed, attention now fully on you. "She has an adventurous spirit."

"Like her mother?"

You couldn't stop the words that slipped out of your mouth...You knew that that was the absolute worst way to ask if he was single....You knew that you shouldn't even care...you knew that this was not the Yoongi you had come to know...but that didn't stop curiosity from gnawing at you.

Yoongi shifted on his feet, eyes moving around the room as he cleared his throat.

Great.

You made his uncomfortable.

"She-uhm...She's not mine." He stated. "I..I'm not married."

You almost sighed in relief.

Someone "up there" was on your side.

"Oh?" You choked out. "Then...who is she?"

Yoongi eyed you carefully for a moment, before chuckling.

"There's no need to be so awkward." He hummed out. "I am quite comfortable with explaining my situation."

You smiled weakly at him.

"She is my niece." He continued. "My brother died fighting in the war...and his wife died in childbirth...So I took her in."

You nodded your head in understanding, mind slowly beginning to process his words.

"I see.." You said quietly.

He gives you a small  bow, his face becoming stoic as he motions towards Grace.

"I'm sorry that this little one caused you trouble."

You shook your head, a wide smile appearing on your face as you rested your hand on her head, running your fingers through her curly hair.

"She was no trouble at all." You stated happily. "In fact, she just made my entire day."

Yoongi's eyes were wide with shock and amazement at your words, his body freezing as he watched you stare at his child in adoration, your blue eyes sparkling.

He was not used to this.

Usually, when he would tell people of his situation with the young girl, they would immediately shut him down and judge him harshly. People were old fashioned, heartless and cold in this place...And every time he would tell them his story they would all say the same thing.

She should have died with her parents.

Everyone around him was so dead set on following traditions and protocol...a man should not have a child if he wasn't married...not even if the child was his niece...

He should be wed, then he should have children....anything else was a disgrace to the country.

But the way you smiled at Grace with genuine care and happiness...it had his heart swelling with pride.

He had never been ashamed of her...ever...but he certainly tried not to bring her name up in a conversation too many times....

As he watched you, though, he couldn't help but feel proud of the little girl he held in his arms...

And Grace seemed to like you as well.

No longer hiding her face in his robes, or crying at the top of her lungs like she usually did when faced with new people...She was all giggly and happy as you poked at her stomach, tickling her a little more.

Yoongi had judged you too quickly...

He had assumed that you would be just like everyone else...if not more "traditional", after all you were The Oracle...you were basically a part of tradition...but you had managed to surprise him with your genuine care and curiosity.

It made him feel even worse about what he was about to say.

"Seer,"

You eyes moved from the child to Yoongi at the familiar title, smile never leaving your face.

"The Emperor has requested to see you?"

And with those words your smile fell only to be replaced with a scowl.

"Why?" You spat.

Yoongi sighed.

"He wishes to introduce you to his brother...

Kim Taehyung."

A/N,

OOPS I DID IT AGAIN-

Okay...I'm good...I'm done.

I apologized in the last chapter though so.......

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-Max