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I dressed as comfortably as possible, knowing that there would be a lot of movement today, as I was supposed to be training with Jimin. Just thinking that makes my heart race. I grabbed the same pot, used to fill with water, and walked down the trail, and to the same beautiful waterfall. It was still a little dark, as the sun was just rising. I waited and waited, but he never came. I guess Jimin was right when he told me I shouldn't trust him. I picked up my things and walked towards the small entrance.

"Think fast."

I nearly stumbled back, as the heavy sword landed between my hands. Jimin drew his sword from it's case and stepped towards me. "I should warn you, Alana, I don't go easy with this kind of stuff."

"I had a feeling you'd say that." I adjusted the sword in my right hand, not used to carrying something so heavy. "What do I do with it?"

"First, you should hold it properly." Jimin scoffed as he stepped forward. "Put both of your hands on the sword, since you're not strong enough to hold it with only one."

He roughly grabbed my left hand, placing it below my right. "Keep your right hand straight, until it reaches your head."

I almost toppled over as he let go of my arm. "and always keep your balance." Jimin whispered as he caught me.

"How am I supposed to sword fight when I don't even know how to fight with my own hands?" I crossed my arms, pointing the sword downwards.

"You make a good point." Jimin scratched his head and dropped his sword to the floor.

I did the same, following everything he did.

"Get on the ground."

"What?" I gulped, trying to clarify what I just heard him say.

"On the ground." His eyes pierced through mine.

I hesitantly sat on the grass, looking up at him as he walked closer. "Lay on your back."

"What does this have to do with—"

"You wanted my help." He harshly spat. "So listen to what I say."

I laid flat on my back, still nervous as I didn't know why he made me do it. He knelt down, sitting right between my legs as he pushed them apart. My eyes widened, as his body was now pressed close to me.

"Stop me." He glared into my eyes, making sure I understood, which I didn't of course.

Jimin suddenly hovered over my body, trapping me in between his arms. My hands instinctively pushed his chest back, as I heavily breathed. Jimin move to his previous position, slowly nodding his head, as I sat there, confused as ever. "Your hands need to be stronger."

I raised my brow. "M-my hands?"

"When you pushed my chest, you weren't putting enough pressure to push me back. Here, do it one more time and see what happens." Jimin sat in between my legs.

I nodded when I was ready and he roughly brought his arms to my side again, leaning forward. Just as my hands hit his chest, he twisted them behind me, making me hiss in pain. "Okay, I get it." I winced.

"Your hands have to be stronger." He placed them against his chest, showing me just how hard I was supposed to be pushing him. "Do it again, but this time, after you push me, use your knee to hit me.

"Hit you where?" I looked at him, completely dumbfounded.

"Where do you think?" He narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not gonna h—

"I stabbed your hand." Jimin interrupted me. "I don't think anything you do today will top that."

Jimin pushed my legs apart and got in the same position as before. I let out a deep breath before nodding, giving him permission to go again. He repeated the exact same move, but this time I'm focusing on the strength in my arms. I lifted my hands, and aggressively slammed them against Jimin's chest to keep him back. I lifted my right knee hesitantly kicked him where it should hurt.

Jimin pushed himself off me, let out a deep sigh, making it quite obvious I messed it up. "How will you learn to fight, when you're too afraid to hit me?"

"I just know that's a sensitive area." I quietly said, feeling my cheeks redden.

"I want you to hurt me like you tried doing when I had you tied to that chair. Make me fucking bleed, trust me, I won't feel a thing." Jimin moved back.

I gulped as he threw a pocket knife to the floor, waiting for me to pick it up. "You want me to—"

"Just try." He remarked. "You won't be able to hit me anyways."

I tightly gripped the handle in my right, dominant hand, looking back up at Jimin. My breathing was steady, as my heartbeat raced faster than the wind.

I drew my arm back, and quickly came down with a powerful force. Jimin caught my wrist in his hand, sending his knee straight to my stomach. I groaned as I fell to the ground, letting my clothes soak in the dirt. I could hear him step towards me, lifting my chin up with his finger. "You're too weak princess."

I threw my elbow back, jabbing him in the chest as he stumbled back after loosing balance. I took the only chance I had left, and climbed over Jimin so that I was straddling him. I pointed the knife up to his neck, heavily breathing as my eyes were steady.

His lips curved into a suppressed smile, one that is barely recognizable. I slowly pulled my hand back, setting the knife to the ground. I lifted up my right leg, parting my lips when he brought it back down.

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"Young boy, what's your name?" The maid asked a boy who was busy watering flowers for the castle.

"Jeon Jungkook." He quickly bowed, not having any reason to.

"Would you please fetch Alana, and inform her that lunch will be served soon. She should be near those waterfalls, filling up the pots."

"Yes ma'am." He dropped his gardening tools, and wiped the dirt off his hands.

Jungkook limped down the trial, still injured from everything that happened in the underground den. He let out a sigh of relief as the sound of water had filled his ears. It hurt him to walk, let alone move.

"Alana—

Jungkook quickly silenced himself, squinting his eyes as he took a step further. He peaked between the branches, slowly shaking his head in denial. I was sitting directly on Jimin, as we left off exactly when I tried to lift myself off his body. Jungkook licked his lips as he tried to think of what to do.

He didn't want to startle us both, and then get into trouble with a killer. The thing is, to Jungkook, we didn't seem to be in the same dilemma as the time before, instead, we both seemed comfortable with each other. I glanced down at Jimin's hazel eyes, I couldn't see the evil in them anymore, as it faded.

Jungkook silently released the grip he had on the branches, and raced back to the castle. He didn't want to alarm the whole castle, and decided to go talk to the younger prince, Taehyung, who wasn't that thrilled with what he heard. "You saw Alana with that man, and you're positive?"

"I swear, Prince Taehyung." Jungkook promised. "They were laying together on the grass, a-and she was smiling at him."

"Enough." Taehyung hissed. "I don't want to bring this situation up in front of father. He already has his sickness to deal with. I'll speak to Alana when she arrives, other than that, no one speaks to her."

"I understand." Jungkook bowed, meeting the king's eyes as soon as he looked up.

"Why's the gardener inside the palace?" Namjoon spat.

"I ordered him inside." Taehyung quickly spoke, as he tried to cover up their conversation. "He'll go."

Jungkook bowed twice more to both Taehyung and Namjoon, before rushing out of the castle. He went towards the field, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Taehyung waited until Namjoon left, to curse out loud. He grabbed a fistful of his golden hair while letting out sharp breaths. "I'll find your precious lover, and have him hung."

A/N: I thought I'd update early since I haven't been being fair with this book. Please vote, comment and most importantly, enjoy reading! (◕‿◕)♡