"It's weird how you lay with me and do nothing." Y/n said. Jungkook just lays with her every night, sometimes he holds her hand while sleeping, but he doesn't try to hug or anything else. Jungkook turned to her.

"Do you want me to do something?" He asked with a smile.

"I miss him." She said, Jungkook stared at him.

"Him?"

"Namjoon."

Jungkook chuckled. "You can love him but not me."

"I don't, I don't love him. I just, I have been with him for so long that now it's irresistible to be without him. I craved his attention, his love, his loyalty all my life. I got them. And I thought that all I want and I want to k'll him. But now I feel like no, I don't want his de*th." Y/n replied.

"What do you want then?"

"Him to be mine forever. For the rest of our lives. I want to hurt him every day and every night, and I want him to tolerate it like I did." Y/n said.

"Y/n,"He cupped her face. "Can't you just forget him? You are here, let's forget about him."

She chuckled. "Sure, I will forget him easily."

Jungkook kissed her forehead. "I know it's hard, but I will love you so much that. You will forget everything with me."

She hugged him, "I will forget it if I feel powerful."

Jungkook wrapped his arms around her waist. "How will you feel?"

"I want to become the queen of Busan, but not the type of queen who is there just to give birth, I want to be involved in politics and have more rights than the king." She told him.

"Honey, Just wait a little." He told her.

"I don't want to wait, just come back from Seoul, and do whatever you want. I want to be crowned and get respect with my name. Not a fake name." She said,

"It will be a little hard, I have talked to father and Hyung, but I am not sure if father gonna consider me for the crown-"

Y/n put her finger over his lip. "That is your problem, you say you love me. So prove it. I promise I will be with you, if you do what I say."

Jungkook just nodded his head.
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Princess Yuna led Y/n through a meandering forest path lined with cherry blossoms. Y/n looked around nature, she felt like she was getting away from nature, she felt a little happy.

Y/n's eyes widened with awe at the sight. Steam curled lazily above the crystal-clear water, and the scent of blooming magnolias hung in the air.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Yuna asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/n nodded, her voice caught in her throat. "It's breathtaking."

Princess Yuna smiled warmly and gestured for Y/n to follow her into the hot spring. "Do you want to go in it?"

"It's outside."

"No one is allowed here, except me. So don't worry." Yuna said.

Y/n hesitated, but the allure of the serene waters was too tempting to resist. She began to disrobe, revealing the intricate silk garments that adorned her frame.

However, as the layers of her clothing fell away, a hushed gasp rippled through the small group of court ladies and maids who had joined them.

Y/n felt a growing unease as she noticed the expressions of shock and disappointment on their faces. No one dared to react to her scars in the past, but since the maids here didn't know Y/n is a queen. Their shock was visible.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized that her skin is filled with scars. Panic welled up within Y/n, and she struggled to catch her breath.

She hastily wrapped a nearby robe around herself and stammered, "I—I should go. Please excuse me." Without waiting for a response, she turned and hurried away from the hot spring, her steps unsteady.

Princess Yuna called out after her, concern evident in her voice.

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Namjoon stared at the leaf as it fell near him when he was having a drink. It's like every little thing reminds him of her, makes him wonder where she would be. He holds the dry leaves, crushing them in his hand.

The further she goes, the more exciting it gets for him to chase her. There is not much left, he had hurt her in so many ways. He can't use fear and power as a way to control her.

He stared at the painting once again. "This doesn't look like her."

The painter apologized. "Your Majesty, I tried my best, but the beauty of your highness couldn't be captured on the paper."

He smiled and caressed the Painting. "It's not her beauty, but it's pain. Pain is her real beauty, it can be seen in her eyes even when she is smiling. That makes her so beautiful, I give her an impure expression to her pure boring beauty."

The painter bowed and then left. Taehyung stared at Namjoon and then the painting.

"Don't you want to k'll her?" Taehyung asked. Namjoon looked at him.

"K'll my life? How am I gonna live then?" He replied.

"I want to k'll, but whenever she is In Front of me, I can't do anything to her." Taehyung said.

"Your Majesty, Prince of Busan is here to visit you." Namjoon was informed he nodded his head.

"I bet Y/n is with him. I am sure he is the one who took her. " Taehyung said.

"Can you be silent for once?" Namjoon said.

Jungkook came there, and his eyes fell on the painting first. He smiled, and greeted Namjoon. "What was the purpose of your visit this time?"

"I had my work in Seoul, and I decided to visit you too. The Painting is pretty," Jungkook said.

"Not even close to her." Namjoon replied.

"I heard the news about the queen being missing, I hope she is fine." Jungkook said.

"She will be fine, if anyone tries to hurt her, they will face severe consequences." Namjoon said, and Jungkook wanted to laugh at that, because He is the one who hurt Y/n the most.

"Of course."

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Y/n overheard the hushed whispers of two maids, their voices dripping with malice as they discussed her. She knew their tongues were as sharp as the sewing needles they carried.

"Have you seen the scars on that girl's body?" One of the maids, clad in elegant hanbok, asked, her eyes glittering with gossip.

The other, a younger girl, nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's said she bears the marks because she was a concubine or worse, a slave of a brutal man."

Y/n's blood boiled with rage, she was being compared to a concubine. She couldn't allow these false rumors to tarnish her reputation any further.

Determined to put an end to their slander, Y/n approached the gossiping maids, her regal presence commanding the attention of all who saw her. She pointed a stern finger at the younger maid, her voice laced with authority.

"You there, girl," Y/n said, her tone as cold as the icy waters of the palace pond. "If you can't even comprehend the truth, I shall teach it to you."

With a swift and authoritative motion, Y/n seized the younger maid by the arm and dragged her to the nearby pond. She thrust the girl's head beneath the water, holding her down just long enough for fear to overtake her eyes.

Y/n released her, and the frightened maid gasped for breath, sputtering water. Y/n leaned in close, her gaze unwavering.

"I am not a concubine, nor am I an unholy girl," Y/n declared, her voice unwavering.

She holds her head again and drowns it under the water.

"What are you doing? She will d'e!" The maid said. Y/n turned and looked at the girl.

"Is she gonna d'e?" Y/n asked and smashed the maid's head on the stone. Causing her to bleed.

After hearing all the noises and yelling the grades came. And they saw Y/n, and arrested her. She forgot that she is not in Seoul. She can't do whatever she wants here.

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