It was 25 years ago.

Phoebe remembered everything clearly as if it were just yesterday.

She recalled it to be the end of winter as the days became warmer and her favourite Snowdrops started blooming in the Queen's gardens. That particular day she vividly remembered her already swollen stomach, the baby inside her kicking and punching already impatient from being in her womb for too long and wanted out.

A boy. That time she had wished it to be a boy. There was no other possible way in knowing the baby's gender other than having the midwife announce it  on the day it was born. She wanted to believe it was a boy. She would have no other than a boy. The King's blooded son. Royalty.

She also remembered the night he had come to her. All big and powerful and royally pissed off. She heard the rumors about the Queen. How she was unable to conceive and bear him a child. He had come to her and she was willing to have him; to give him anything he wanted.

She loved him and him, her.

Soon after she found out she was pregnant and he was overjoyed. Showering her with silk and riches and drowning her with his affection. The only thing in her was his responsibility to the queen and soon she realised she wanted more. She wanted what she had. She wanted to be the queen.

She had addressed this to him and he immediately made her his Queen Consort. Although not as his queen, she had just as much power as the Queen did. She also could not help the fact that the Queen was angry and jealous at her for taking her husbands affections towards her, if he even gave her any, that was.

She remembered the long and harrowing night when she gave birth to her baby. She had given him a son, the one thing the Queen herself could not give him. Her son was the royal prince and would one day be King and she would not have it any other way.

She loved him.

And thought he did the same.

Yoongi was barely ten months old when the news of the Queens pregnancy broke out. For months she had prayed it to be a girl and had even prayed for worse; wishing for it to be a stillborn and never get to see the rays of daylight. But alas, nine months she had prayed to God to realise there was no such thing as a higher power. She was livid as she saw the king hold the baby in his arms, with a big smile on his face; his eyes staring lovingly into the baby's eyes. His sons eyes.

As per tradition, the moment the baby was born, the king was required to brand the baby to be marked as royalty and although it was a cruel tradition, it was the only way a child would be considered royalty. The child that would grow up to become the heir to the throne.

She had to find a way to get rid of the both of them. The Queen and her baby.

Not many knew her background as an apothecary, knowing the whys and hows of herbs and medicine; she insisted on being the queens personal caretaker. As expected the queen was weak after the birth and here she took the opportunity to take matters into her own hands. She was familiar with the ailments of childbirth as she was with the ways to make them worse. And she knew exactly how to make it seem all natural.

She had disguised a foxglove concoction as red raspberry leaf tea and not too long after, the Queen passed away due to a complicated cardiomyopathy- or in other words, murder. But no one needed to know it was the latter.

The King had mourned his beloved Queen for months but she could care less. As innocent as it was, she resented the newborn for having existed in the first place. The deed was not done until she got rid of it as well.

A few nights after, when the palace was finally quiet, she had creeped into the baby's chamber and tucked him under her long cloak. The child cooed in her hold fast asleep, his heavy dark hair soft against her arms as she held him close to her. Looking down at him, she would have loved this child as her own only if he was not the born child of the king and queen herself. But only her son alone did she want to see sit upon the throne when he was of age. Placing him down into the basket that she had brought along with her, she tucked him under the blanket and quietly carried him out.

Phoebe sneaked her way out of the palace without any of the guards catching her on the way out. She made her way into the darkness of the woods, carefully treading deep into an unfamiliar path until she heard the quiet murmuring sound of water. Her legs continued on until she found the river bank.

Looking down into the basket, the baby was still fast asleep. This was it. She just needed to place the basket in the running river and let him float away, hoping that he would meet his end at a ravine and drown.

The loud echo of a twig snap forced her to twirl around. "Who goes there?" She bravely asked into the darkness and was responded with nothing but the darkness. It was probably just her nerves besides, throwing a baby into the ravine would do that to people she figured.

She turned back towards the river, lifted the basket over the bank and placed him on top of the water and watched as it gently floated into the distance.

Good riddance. She thought and hurried back to the palace. Now with all obstacles out of the way, her son could finally be the one and only Crown Prince.

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"Mother?"

Her past slowly fading away to the back of her mind, as something she would keep to reminisce for another day; Queen Phoebe lifted up her head as her son entered her chamber and strided his way toward her with purpose. She got up from her favourite armchair and met him halfway. Reaching up to him, missing her precious baby boy; she reached up to him and stroked his cheek with care, but Yoongi immediately flinched away.

Which was not an unusual reaction coming from him. He hated people touching him. Despite the rumors about his wild nights with his whores, she never really understood why the touch from his own mother he found obnoxious.

"Why did you call for me? You do realise I have more important matters to attend to?" He said roughly, the frown between his eyebrows clearly displaying his irritation.

"What ails you my child?" She asks. For her beloved son alone, she was willing to do almost anything for him. She had killed before and she was willing to do it again just so she could see him happy.

He let out a sigh and glanced at her. "Nothing. It is nothing for you to worry about dearest mother." He straightened out his robes and turned toward her again. "Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

Having thought about the past, she wanted to tell him everything about what she had gone through just to have him stand there and finally be what she had wanted him to be. What he wanted to be. Ignoring his question, she pressed on further. "Is it Rhea? Tell me. I can send her away and find you a more fitting wife-"

"No!" He lashed out, stomping his way to her until they were barely a few inches apart. "Don't you dare touch her!" The malice in his eyes petrified her, having her frozen from shock where she stood. As it became clear to her, Yoongi, her own blooded and beloved son was threatening his own mother.

"Rhea belongs to me. She is mine! If I find out anyone had done anything to her without my knowledge, I would have them killed with my own bare hands. That does not exclude even you." Yoongi steps back and took a deep breath. "Do you understand me, Mother?" His tone pressed hard on the last word, leaving a shiver down her spine. His glare focused solely on her.

Still frozen in her spot, Queen Phoebe nodded just once.

"Good. Now, if you have no better use of me than just stand there gawking, I will be on my way. I have bigger problems than deal with."

Queen Phoebe lifted her arms against her chest and her hands rest upon her neck, resisting from choking herself. Tears threatening to fall down her cheeks, but she held them in wondering to herself why her son resented her so much.

The echo of the door opening and closing as Yoongi left resonated through her lonely chambers. Queen Phoebe stumbled back into her chair; words truly evading her.

She had killed the queen, neglected Rhea and was shunned by her one and only child.

She truly was and forever alone.

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A/N: work has obviously been in the way, so again I apologise for that. This chapter is pretty slow but its a needed part for the story. But don't worry, more interesting chapters will follow, I promise!