"When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die."

-Cersei Lannister

Your chest heaved as your heavy breaths escaped your body, Your blue eyes filling with tears.

You didn't know what people would think of you, nor did you care, you couldn't stay another second in that room. The judgmental, hate-filled eyes that stared at you were too much to take, the small of the decaying man, the memories of your nightmare, all of it was driving you up the wall.

You needed out.

So you ran.

You had opened those giant, golden doors and fled from everyone, your mind was racing and your heart was wrenching. You ran until you couldn't run anymore. You realized that it probably didn't look good for you to run after being accused of raising the god of death, but at the moment you couldn't find it in you to care.

Taehyung had tried to stop you, he yelled your name multiple times before you were finally out of hearing range.

People often say that fear is the best motivator, they constantly state that a scared person is often the most unpredictable, and to a degree you suppose that they were right. But fear wasn't what made you run, fear didn't motivate you to leave the room.

You were motivated by panic. The two are often confused with one another, most people would tell you that fear and panic are the exact same thing, that they are one and the same, but they would be wrong. Fear is the sense of dread you feel, the hairs standing up on the back of your neck, the pounding of your heart right before you are met with a cold, terrifying realization.

Panic is what happens after the fear has gone. Panic is your sweaty palms and shaky body, it is the adrenaline that keeps you running, keeping you constantly moving. Panic is much worse than fear....because we are never forced to face our fear, but with panic....we have no choice.

You shoved the door to your bedroom open your heart still pounding as you gripped your hair, your mind was throbbing with multiple possibilities. Were you responsible for that man's death? Was Anubis' rising really your fault? After all, you did have a dream about it, a dream so realistic that it felt like you were really there, like you couldn't escape it.

You could still feel the terror that came over you when you couldn't move. The monster had somehow managed to keep your there, frozen in torment as you watched him suck a living man of his life.

You hoped and prayed that you had nothing to do with that.

You couldn't catch your breath as you ran out to the balcony, trying to calm yourself down. You felt like your lung were going to explode from your heavy breathing, The warm midday air wasn't exactly being helpful.

The door to your room opened slowly, but you didn't turn around, you were too focused on trying to regain your composure.

Namjoon walked in hesitantly, his eyes falling to your figure on the balcony.

Taehyung had sent him to check on you, because he wasn't allowed to leave the meeting. Namjoon hesitated at first, he didn't know you, he hadn't even spoken to you before, what was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to act around a goddess?

His eyebrows raised in curiosity as he got closer, listing to the sound of you struggling to breathe. Worry washed over him instantly and he shot over to your side.

His hands rested on your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you.

He had seen symptoms like yours before. When he was a child, he was often attacked with sudden attacks of fear and anxiety, he wouldn't be able to calm himself down, or even think straight. Most of the time, the fear of death would come over him. He never knew if he was going to make it out alive.

When he was older he had come to realize that the attacks were caused by his father. Namjoon had grown up in a family of slaves, his mother worked in the palace, while his father worked in the fields. Every day he would come home course and angry at something and he would often yell at Namjoon's mother and call her a common whore.... He would hit her.

His mother never complained about it. She never even screamed, but she would not allow Namjoon to watch. Every day before his father would return home, his mother would out Namjoon in the closet and tell him to cover his ears, and keep his eyes shut.

Every single day Namjoon would hide in that closet, and he would think the same thing..."I'm next." He had to live with the anxiety and the fear until he was fourteen. That's when he became a mathematician. He never went back to his mother. What could he do? No one cared if a husband beat his wife. It was a sign of discipline not abuse.

Namjoon managed to deal with the anxiety, but he often catches himself covering his ears when he is truly terrified.

He gently grabbed your face, his brown eyes boring into your panicked ones.

"Look at me, Y/n." He said.

Your eyes slowly moved to meet his, your chest still heaving in panic.

"You need to calm yourself," He started. "deep breaths."

You nodded and did as he said, beginning to breathe slower, your eyes never leaving his.

"Nothing is going to hurt you, you're safe now." He said softly as he gently brushed a few stray tears from your cheeks. "Just keep breathing. Focus on your breathing."

You breathed out shakily, your heart slowing down as you stared into his chocolate orbs. His words managed to calm you down and bring comfort to your tense body. You had never felt anything like what you had just experienced and it frightened you to no end.

He rested his forehead against yours suddenly, his eyes squeezing shut.

"I have you."

You sighed out, the shakes slowly leaving your body as you relaxed into his touch.

He pulled away slowly, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Felling better now?"

You nodded slowly.

"Thank you. "

He smiled.

"You are welcome."

Your body moved away from his, your gaze falling to the ground shyly, as you wiped a few tears.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Th-that's never happened before."

The mathematician nodded.

"You do not need to apologize. It is perfectly normal behavior for someone under your circumstance, I am actually quite surprised that you have not broken down since being here."

You laughed weakly.

"I'm pretty tough."

He tilted his head.

"I know that." He stated bluntly. "But you are always treated like such a fragile being. Jimin, Jungkook, even the Pharaoh, they all believe you are delicate and easily broken."

You sighed heavily.

"They do. They worry too much."

"They only worry because they care for your well-being. They mean no offense by it."

You nodded.

"I know. I just wish people would stop being so distracted by the color of my eyes, and start to see that I am perfectly capable of fighting my own battles."

Namjoon sighed, walking out from the balcony and back int your room.

"You are right. " He said. "But anyone can fight a battle....It's the war that you need to worry about."

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"I will hear no more of this Hoseok." Jimin growled at his friend as he entered the temple.

The dirty blond man frowned deeply, his feet keeping time with the high priest's.

"I know you don't like to discuss this, but you cannot just sit by idly while that girl is accused of such a heinous crime! If the official's think she is the one responsible for the rising of Anubis, then she will be tormented endlessly until she confesses, guilty or not!"

The blind man, sent a glare in Hoseok's direction.

"I have made my position clear on the whole matter. That is all I can do."

The astronomer glared at him.

"That is not all you can do." He growled. "You have a claim to the throne, but you refuse to even consider it, because you do not wish to hurt Taehyung."

"I will not consider it, because it is foolish. I was not raised like him, I know nothing of leadership. He is a pure breed, my claim is illegitimate. Making a grab for the throne would be foolish."

Hoseok walked towards him.

"Your claim is every bit as good as his. You are the eldest son of the previous Pharaoh. Taehyung is throwing this country away. He is ruling like a child. You deserve to be on the throne, not him."

The high priest sighed heavily.

"And what am I to do? Go to the council and tell them everything? Should I tell them that I am the true heir to the throne, but my mother and father did not claim me because I was born imperfect? Should I tell them that Taehyung is my younger brother, but he has no knowledge that I am his kin? Or should I tell them that I was raised to be a high priest because my parents couldn't have me killed without raising suspicion? No one in this palace knows the truth except for you and I. I will not make a claim on my brothers kingdom."

Hoseok stared at the man angrily.

"It is because of your illness, isn't it?"

Jimin looked down, not speaking.

"How long?" Hoseok asked.

Jimin sighed.

"Three days."

The astronomer ran a hand through his dirty blond locks.

"And what if you were cured of this sickness?" He asked. "Would you make a claim on the throne."

The high priest shrugged his shoulders.

"Yes. If I were promised another day. I would take this kingdom from my baby brother."

A/N,

I HAVE FINALLY UPDATED! I'M SO PROUD OF ME!!!

Thanks for being patient. I really hope everyone had a great Christmas!! New years is going to be a blast. (But my new year will start at 10pm sharp, because I'm lame and I sleep early.) If you want to enter the oneshot competition, send in some stories. I WOULD LOVE TO READ THEM!!!!

We already have a few and we are in the process of reading them, but a decision has not been made yet. All are welcome. Bring on the stories.

-Max