She couldn't remember falling asleep, she couldn't remember being in a bed either. So why was she so comfortable and warm? If she had fell asleep, she would've died because of hypothermia.

Her eyes slowly peeled open, adjusting to the light coming through the window of the cottage she was in. She gradually looked around her. Himaru's heart hammered in her chest. They couldn't have caught her, someone must've taken her here, if they did end up catching her, she'd surely be close to dead.

But who would it be?

She jumped up, pulled the covers off her body and silently looked around, her hands lightly shook against the covers as she held them tight in her hands, her eyes zooming across the room to get a good look on where she was.

She was in a very small room, it seemed as though the house was a cottage, but when she looked over the wall, it seemed as though someone had hollowed out the inside of a tree and made it their home.

There was a small table, some cupboards in the right corner of the room. A small fire place and one bed, that was all, there wasn't another story from what she could see, it was much like bilbo baggin's home, miniature but surely comfortable.

"Great!" Someone excitedly cheered, two hands clasping together as a clap echoed through the room. Himaru turned towards the from door to watch a young man walk in, a wide but cautious smile on his face as he looked over at the girl on the bed.

"You're finally awake." A heart-ish looking smile grew on his face. Eyes squinting as he spoke. He was cautious when he watched Himaru's expression. She was cautious, herself.

"Who are you?" She questioned suspiciously, in which the boy tenderly smiled and sat down on one side of the bed.

"Don't worry, I'm not taking you in. I found you asleep in the snow. I brought you here." He grabbed something out of his pocket, and lightly moved his hands out for her to grab it.

An apple.

"Who are you?" She asked again, more power struck her voice.

She did, and cautiously took a bite out of the apple. He wouldn't say he won't hand her in then poison her. It seemed worthless. The taste of apple cooled down the fire or hunger in her stomach. She quietly moaned in scarification and smiled lightly towards the red head.

He had thin, attractive, pink lips that were only seen in a uplifting smile. His body figure was long and skinny, he wore a white blouse and black dirtied jeans, as if he had been working.

His eyes were narrow and brown, hair parted with a strong brownish-red tinge.

"I'm Jung, Jung Hoseok. I know who you are, My Queen."

My Queen. Why do people keep saying that? I am no Queen.

She spoke her mind. "Why do you call me that? I am not your queen, I'm not a queen at all."

"I believe you are my Queen, that is all."

"Fine." She hummed, slightly annoyed. As she nodded her head lightly. "Thank you, for helping me."

Hoseok laughed like it was the funniest joke he had heard in a very long time, he slapped his hand against his thigh in humour as his laugh fluttered the air.

"No need to thank me, your high—"

"You can just call me Himaru." She sighed softly, she ran away for a reason, she didn't want to be treated differently. She didn't want to be near somewhere she'd be forced to call home. Home wasn't somewhere anyone should be scared of.

Hoseok nodded. "Okay, Himaru. When I saw you, I knew it was you straight away. Everyone knows Daegu's princess as being the girl version of Min Yoongi, your brother."

"Everyone's seen my brother before, I don't know anyone apart from my maids that have seen me, who aren't royal."

"Exactly." He nodded. "And anyway, your very vital at the moment. Daegu isn't the only country looking for y–"

"What?!" Himaru barked, lifting herself off he bed in a hurry, making her head spin as she held the apple, harshly in her hands.

"Who else is looking for me?"

"Oh I don't know." Hoseok sarcastically sighed. "Maybe the whole continent? I don't think you understand how important you are."

Himaru was silent, staring at the man in awe as she slowly paced the room. Hoseok seemed to only admire her. Who wouldn't? He thought.

"An oracle is spreading a prophecy." Hoseok confirmed. "I know so, because I've met so."

The Reaper said something similar to that... Himaru thought, she had no clue what this prophecy was, but if it was being spread. It had to be big.

"You're supposed to be getting married to Jeon Jeongguk tomorrow, to be deemed princess of Busan. Although I know he doesn't care, I know his brothers searching very hard to find you."

"His brother? I haven't even met either of them! And please, what is this prophecy?"

"Yes, But you can trust me when I tell you Himaru. Jimin is trying to find you, to help you."

"How can I trust you?" Himaru narrowed her eyes, and Hoseok only laughed at the suspicious face she held. "You're avoiding my question about the prophecy."

"Not only am I Park Jimin's best friend. But I feel like I am not the right person to tell you."

"Tell me that prophecy, that's an order." Himaru stared deep into her savours eyes, but he only smiled and swerved the question again.

"It may not look as though I'm bundling with billions of dollars, but I've known him since birth. We're inseparable."

"Hoseok!" Himaru sighed. "Please. The prophecy!"

Hoseok only hummed. He could not disrespect his Queen, but maybe giving her a vision was a better solution.

Hoseok lays tiredly on his best friends bed, soaking up the feeling of fake happiness, riches and royalty. He watched as Jimin paced up and back his room, his teeth biting at his nails.

"Don't stress. We know most weddings are arranged." Hoseok sighed, trying to calm the hard-to-calm prince in front of him. Hoseok mindlessly picked at his dirtied fingernails.

The prince of Busan, oldest son and future king stood, pacing his room. His parted blonde hair, his eyes frustratedly blinked, his lips plump. He paced with a tight stance, never slouched, hands behind his back.

"But she's being forced to marry him, out of all people. She's the oldest, not that many people realise that she's not going to be crowned as Queen if she marries my brother."

"And what's wrong with that? She may have asked to not rule." Hoseok thought, pressing his fist against his cheek as he rested himself on the bed.

"People say she's like her brother, and if I'm right I have a feeling she doesn't get a choice on what's happening. Her father's corruptive, the whole of the continent know so. He's destroyed our family, our parents friendship, and soon. He'll destroy his own family."

"I think he already has." Hoseok giggled. "What happened to the queen of Daegu was strange. What's happening to the princess is also suspicio—"

"He doesn't think she can rule!" Jimin barked, turning and pointing a finger towards his best friend.

"He must know about the prophecy. He knows she'll overthrow, he knows she'll fix everything he's done."

"What?" Hoseok rolled his eyes. "The prophecy is to rule and even out all the good and evil in the world. The oracle said so herself that she'll become Queen. So—"

"It adds up! The king knows about the prophecy."

"Please explain to me again." Hoseok whimpered, holding his fingers against his temple to try and ease the stress. "I'm confused."

Park Jimin tried effortlessly to add it up, it did, but there were things he had to guess, but it wasn't far fetched, the prince remembered the last time she saw the King of Daegu.

He had an evil aura to him, and everyone across the continent grew to know how much the King of Daegu had changed the used to be peaceful land.

"The king must have heard about the Prophecy of his daughter and knew she'd either overthrow him, so he arranged a married so neither would she overthrow or become the Queen if she married me, or Jin, for example..."

Jimin continued. "He knows that if she rules anywhere or anything, she can stop the overthrow of evil. Everyone knows that a wars brewing, and she's the one that can stop it."

"But that doesn't explain why you're trying to help." The red head sighed, he understood but watching his best friend stress in front of him made him worry.

It was silent. The blonde raked through his hair, the rings on his fingers cooling his cheeks as he pressed his hands against them. His eyes clasped shut as he took a deep breath.

He had no idea why he was helping.

"I don't know." He whispered. "Maybe it's because I know there's going to be a war, and I know people will die. But..." He whispered his reply, but slowly grew more confident. He knew he could trust Hoseok with anything he said.

"Every time I hear her name, I feel different. Right now, I have the urge to find her. If she has the prophecy to even out good and evil. We need her as my Queen. So she can do her job."

"You see?" Hoseok giggled. "He wants to help, he's one of few that know the truth, the have put all the clues together."

That's what the Grim Reaper meant. Himaru thought. My fate to few, prophecy to others.

To even out the good and evil is the prophecy everyone has heard, but Himaru's fate must have more. The person she was supposed to meet, who was it?

"Where do I find him?"

Hoseok smiled. "We'll meet him at sunset, we have a plan. But hopefully you can trust us."

"I do. I promise."