☆-means if Aehye did not appear in this period of time.

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"Prince Taehyung! The king would like you to come to the palace!" The servant called for the young prince. And Taehyung nodded before walking towards the Wolseong Palace.

He stepped inside the palace and walked towards where his father, King Jinheung was at. He was happy... ectastic that his father wanted to see him. Usually, the king himself doesn't really give a shit towards his son except the Crown Prince who would inherit his throne.

The gungnyeos were there, and they looked at the young prince before opening the doors, bowing and welcoming him to the throne room.

"Your Majesty," Taehyung said as his head was placed to the ground, kneeling against his father.

"Taehyung," the man said as he sat on his throne.

"Yes Your Majesty?" Taehyung replied as he slowly stood up.

"I have a question for you," King Jinheung replied as he looked at the boy he called his son.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" Taehyung replied swiftly, anticipating and nervously gulping at the king's question.

"Did you... take something from my bedroom?" The king asked.

"No, Your Majesty, I was outside the palace," Taehyung replied as he hung his head at the floor.

"Your Majesty!" Another voice called and it filled the throne room.

The doord creaked open, and sound of heavy armor moved as it began to be more audible in Taehyung's ears, looking at the young man.

The young man bows at the King, before looking at him.

He brought his hand infront of the King's face, a cold and straight stare flashed in his eyes before pulling out the jade jewelries and other precious jewels.

"Your Majesty, I have found your jewelries," Woo-shik, the general said as he bowed towards the king.

"General Choi, where have you found those jewelries of mine?" The King asked as he looked at his most trusted General.

"I-I found it...

...in Hyung Sik and Seojoon's rooms, Your Majesty."

The King's eyes widened, but Taehyung's eyes caught something elae.

Or someone else.

He dashed towards the person he was looking for, walking past the raging king and the General who was ordering his men to find the two officials.

He grabbed the person by the hand, before dragging somewhere deep and dark in the palace, where no one could hear them.

"This is... your doing.. isn't it?" Taehyung asked as he looked at the man who was looking back at him, arms folded.

"You just noticed that?" The man shot back.

"Why? I know from the start you had bad intentions towards Hyung Sik and Seojoon," Taehyung gritted his teeth at the man.

"They were the reason I was not a Crown Prince years ago! I had to wait Taehyung! I had to wait for 5 more years!" He argued.

"And how selfish can you be? You got what you wanted, yet you still hold a grudge for them, you know they're my closest friends!" Taehyung raised his voice.

"Do I care if you're friends with them Taehyung?" He replied as he stared at him.

"Then why kill them? They were doing what is right," Taehyung said as he fisted his hands in sour anger.

"Taehyung, they would die sooner or later, just be glad I never poisoned them," he replied.

"I don't even think you deserve to be Crown Prince with that behaviour, hyung," Taehyung said between nifted teeth, the last words coming out rather stiff.

"What did you say? I'm sorry I wasn't a good hyung but I shall tell you I will rule this kingdom, I am King Jinji, I will soon rule this kingdom," Junmyeon smirked as he looked at his little brother.

"I said... you don't deserve to be Crown Prince!" Taehyung yelled back.

But as it struck him, his brother was on the floor.

A pool of blood around his abdomen.

And on his hands were a sword, the once spotless silver sinking itself in the flesh of his own brother.

As he drew his sword, his hanbok was pooled with blood too. His shaky hands gripping on the red-stained sword as he saw his own reflection there.

And in seconds, he put the sword down, running back to where he came from.

He stepped out of the narrow hallways, and towards the throne room to where everyone was.

Hyung Sik was on the floor, and Seojoon was tied as they begged for their lives infront of the king.

Seconds ticking, Taehyung drew his sword, full of his brother's blood before striking it...

....at the neck of his own father.

King Jinheung didn't even have time to react, the blood was gushing from his neck and he collapsed so suddenly, his body leaning against the throne as blood pooled around him.

"Taehyung?!" Woo-shik yelled at his friend, looking into his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer the eyes of a prince,

They were the eyes of a monster.

He ran towards his friend, General Choi before sinking the sword in his chest, and Woo-shik looked at him, a single tear escaping his eye as it rolled down his cheek.

"B-but...

...why?"

Woo-shik's eyes closed, his body failing him as Taehyung drew out the sword, the blood dripping from it's tip as Woo-shik collapsed on the floor.

"The King is murdered! Close the gates! And capture the prince!" The men yelled and they walked towards Taehyung, but were striked in a second as the smell of blood started to fill the palace, each man's body was not left to waste, their bodies were bathed in each other's blood.

Taehyung hands were painted with red blood, his face had dots of the blood of his brother and father, and his dearest friend.

He approached the two officials slowly, a sword in his hand.

"T-taehyung! Spare us! We're your friends!" Hyung Sik cried as he looked at Taehyung, the murderous glint in his eyes still shining.

"And let every person witnessing get away?" Taehyung grinned evilly at his friend, and Seojoon cowered in fear.

"We're friends Taehyung! Our bond is so strong! We will help you! We can do this together!" Seojoon said as he wrapped and arm around Hyung Sik.

"Why would you help me?

If I'm already broken?"

And at that day, the Wolseong palace was burned, each body was formed into ashes and brushed away by the wind, their blood licked up by the wild dogs as Taehyung rode on his horse.

Away from Silla,

And away from his people.

The downfall of the Silla Kingdom

And the Traitor of Silla, a famous literary piece, adapted from the drastic event itself,

was born.

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A/N:

Vote or I will come over there with my bread knife :)

Sorry if I made everyone scared, here's a hug \---(^-^)---/

Ok so there isn't a cover today because the cover was loading sososoososo slow so I'll put it in the next chapter :)

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