CHAPTER 31 TO 41 || BOUND AND TORN BY PROPHECIES

 

Chapter 31: The Prophecy Unveiled

 

The palace archives were a world of their own—ancient, vast, and dripping with secrets waiting to be unearthed. Jungkook had visited them once before, under Queen Luria’s guidance, during his early days in the palace. The intricately carved wooden shelves reached up toward the vaulted ceilings, each row filled with scrolls, books, and artifacts whose stories spanned centuries. 

Faint beams of light filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns across the worn marble floor. Despite their beauty, there was an undeniable weight in the air—a sense that this place held truths both wondrous and terrifying.

This particular afternoon, however, felt different. The celebrations for Taehyung and Nyla’s recent shifts were beginning to die down, leaving an unusual lull in palace life. Seeking solitude, Jungkook wandered into the archives, his mismatched eyes scanning the towering shelves. 

He wasn’t looking for anything specific—just a quiet corner where he could breathe. But the moment he stepped inside, the air seemed to grow heavier, as though it was pulling him toward something waiting to be discovered.

 

Guided by intuition more than intent, Jungkook traced his fingertips along the spines of worn leather tomes and parchment-bound scrolls. He paused at a shelf labelled “Legends of the Royal Bloodline,” the faded text hinting at forgotten lore. 

Curiosity got the better of him, and he reached for one of the older scrolls tucked between larger volumes. Its edges were frayed, the color dulled by time, but the faint golden crest embossed on its surface caught his eye.

Carefully unrolling it, he noticed the text was written in the ancient Drakorian script, a language he had struggled to learn under the tutelage of the queen. Though still imperfect, his understanding was enough to piece together the words. As his eyes scanned the parchment, the weight of the words began to settle over him like a leaden cloak.

 

The prophecy spoke of a ruler unlike any Drakoria had ever seen. It told of a dragon blessed—or cursed—with more than one secret power, a rarity that had appeared only once before in the kingdom’s history. This ruler would rise to unimaginable heights but tread a perilous path, for the strength of many powers came at the cost of instability. Unchecked, these abilities could lead to destruction—not just of the ruler, but of the land itself.

Jungkook’s breath caught as he read further. The prophecy warned of a “time of fire and ice,” a metaphor for the volatile nature of these powers. A ruler with such gifts could unite kingdoms or tear them apart. Though the text did not name Taehyung explicitly, the connection was undeniable. His extraordinary gifts, his sharp mind, and even his reserved nature fit the description too perfectly to ignore.

The final line sent a shiver down his spine: “One soul will anchor the storm, or the storm shall drown us all.”

Jungkook lowered the scroll, his hands trembling slightly. He didn’t need the queen or Commander Alaric to decipher the meaning. Taehyung’s immense potential was both a blessing and a danger. And she—whether by fate or circumstance—was part of the prophecy. He had already become his anchor, even if he didn’t yet understand what that truly meant.

 

Hours seemed to pass as Jungkook sat alone in the archives, the weight of his discovery sinking in. His mind raced with questions. What did “anchoring the storm” truly entail? Was he meant to guide him, protect him, or something far more difficult? And why did he feel a pull toward him stronger than any bond he had ever known?

Though their relationship was often strained by Taehyung’s cold demeanour, Jungkook couldn’t deny his growing connection to him. Beneath his sharp words and stoic exterior, he had glimpsed moments of vulnerability—a boy trying to shoulder the burden of his extraordinary gifts. And now he understood why he kept himself guarded. The prophecy wasn’t just about power; it was about identity, responsibility, and the fear of losing control.

 

Determined to protect Taehyung and help him channel his powers, Jungkook decided to bring the scroll to Queen Luria. The queen was wise, compassionate, and deeply attuned to the history of her people. If anyone could interpret the true meaning of prophecy and guide Taehyung, it was her.

The queen’s private study was located in a quieter wing of the palace. Jungkook approached the ornate doors with the scroll clutched tightly in his hands, his heart pounding in his chest. He knocked softly, the sound barely audible against the heavy wood.

“Come in,” Queen Luria’s voice called, calm and regal as always.

Jungkook stepped inside, the study’s warmth immediately easing some of his tension. The room was filled with books, maps, and artifacts, a testament to the queen’s lifelong dedication to understanding her kingdom. She sat by a large desk, her silver hair gleaming in the light of the fireplace.

“What brings you here, Jungkook?” the queen asked, her tone gentle but curious.

 

Wordlessly, Jungkook handed her the scroll. Queen Luria’s brows furrowed as she began to read, her fingers tracing the ancient text. The silence stretched as her eyes moved across the parchment, her expression shifting from curiosity to concern. FIRST PROPHECY.

When she finally looked up, there was a depth to her gaze that made Jungkook’s heart ache. “This prophecy…” the queen began slowly, her voice tinged with both sadness and determination. “It speaks of great power, yes. But also great danger.”

Jungkook nodded, his own voice quiet. “It has to be about Taehyung. His abilities—they’re more than any dragon I’ve seen here. And the scroll says he needs an anchor, someone to help him control the storm.”

The queen regarded her thoughtfully. “And you believe you are that anchor?”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook admitted, his mismatched eyes meeting the queen’s. “But I feel it. There’s something about him—something that draws me to him, even when he pushes me away.”

Queen Luria sighed, her shoulders heavy with the weight of the truth. “Taehyung is special. His gifts are a rarity, but they come with a price. If he cannot learn control, he risks becoming a danger not only to himself but to all of Drakoria. And you, Jungkook… Your bond with him may very well be the key to his survival. You are a lot more than you think you are to him.”

 

The queen’s words resonated deeply, but they also brought a heavy sense of responsibility. Jungkook wasn’t sure if he was ready for such a role, but he knew he couldn’t turn away. Taehyung needed him, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Queen Luria placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, her touch firm but comforting. “We will guide him together. This will not be easy—for him or for you. But I believe in you, Jungkook. I believe in your strength.”

Jungkook swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

As he left the study, the scroll tucked safely under the queen’s care, Jungkook felt both lighter and heavier at the same time. He had found clarity, but the path ahead was far from simple. Taehyung’s journey was just beginning, and he knew his own was irrevocably tied to Taehyung.

For better or worse, he was Taehyung’s anchor. And he would not let the storm drown them.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 32: Nyla's Mishap

 

The palace was quiet after the revelations of the prophecy. Jungkook had spent the evening restless, the words on the ancient scroll swirling in his mind like a storm he couldn’t calm. Even as the sun began its ascent, bathing the palace in its warm glow, he felt the weight of his discovery clinging to him like a shadow.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of birdsong wafting through his chamber window. Somewhere in the distance, the palace gardens came alive with the bustling energy of morning. It was serene, yet Jungkook felt an unease he couldn’t place. Perhaps it was the enormity of what lay ahead for Taehyung—or perhaps it was the quiet before the storm.

 

At the same time, in another wing of the palace, Princess Nyla was anything but restless. Her green eyes sparkled with excitement as she bounded through the marble corridors. Her flowing pastel gown fluttered as she turned corners, her heart racing with determination. The bonding ritual had left her eager to prove herself, not just as a princess but as someone capable of wielding her powers with grace and control.

Her admiration for Yoongi had only grown after the ritual. He had shown her patience and belief, making her feel seen and capable in a way few had done before. Nyla wanted nothing more than to impress him. Today, she planned to practice her abilities in the palace gardens—alone. She didn’t want anyone watching, especially not her overprotective older brother, Taehyung. He was always watching her from the sidelines, his gaze as unreadable as ever.

“I’ll show them,” Nyla whispered to herself as she entered the gardens. “I can do this.”

 

The palace gardens were a breathtaking expanse of flowers, fountains, and ancient trees. The air was fragrant with the scent of jasmine and roses, and the sound of bubbling water lent a calm rhythm to the scenery. Nyla felt a surge of confidence as she stepped onto the soft grass, the sunlight casting a warm glow over her figure.

Closing her eyes, she focused on her breathing, just as Yoongi had taught her. She could feel the energy of the earth beneath her feet—the pulse of life running through the soil, the roots, the leaves. It was intoxicating, and for a moment, she felt invincible.

With a deep breath, Nyla extended her hands, her fingers brushing the air. The grass at her feet began to shift, the blades growing taller and greener. Flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, spreading outward in a beautiful spiral. She smiled, her heart swelling with pride. This was her power—her connection to nature.

“I’m doing it,” she whispered.

 

But as her confidence grew, so did her ambition. Nyla wanted more. She wanted to create something magnificent, something that would make Yoongi proud. She stepped forward, her hands moving in fluid motions as she commanded the plants to grow. Vines snaked up the trees, their emerald tendrils twisting like dancers in the breeze. Branches stretched toward the sky, their leaves shimmering with an unnatural lustre.

It was beautiful—until it wasn’t.

The vines began to grow too quickly, their movements erratic and uncontrolled. They wrapped around the tree trunks like shackles, pulling them downward with a groaning creak. Flowers that had bloomed moments ago now wilted under the pressure of overgrowth. Branches snapped under the strain, falling with heavy thuds onto the garden paths.

Nyla’s eyes widened in panic. “No… no, no, no!” she cried, her hands trembling. She tried to pull back her energy, but it was like trying to stop a flood with bare hands. The vines spiraled out of control, consuming everything in their path. Even the fountains weren’t spared, their elegant structures cracking as roots pushed through the stone.

 

Meanwhile, Yoongi was passing through the halls when he heard the commotion. The distant sound of cracking stone and snapping branches reached his ears, and he immediately turned toward the gardens. His steps quickened as a sinking feeling settled in his chest. By the time he reached the garden gates, the scene before him was one of chaos.

The once-serene gardens were now a tangled mess of vines and debris. Trees bent unnaturally under the weight of overgrowth, their branches stretching like skeletal fingers toward the sky. In the centre of it all stood Nyla, her small frame trembling as she tried desperately to regain control.

“Nyla!” Yoongi called out, his voice cutting through the din. He navigated the maze of vines with practiced ease, his calm demeanour never faltering. When he reached her, he placed a steady hand on her shoulder.

Her green eyes, wide with panic, met his. “Yoongi oppa, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen. I—”

“Breathe,” Yoongi interrupted gently, his tone soothing. “It’s okay, Nyla. I’m here.”

 

Yoongi knelt beside her, his presence anchoring her amidst the chaos. “Listen to me,” he said calmly. “You’re stronger than this. Focus on your breathing, like we practiced. In and out. Feel the energy and guide it—don’t let it guide you.”

Nyla took a shaky breath, then another. She closed her eyes, her hands still trembling as she tried to steady herself. Yoongi stayed by her side, his voice a constant reassurance.

“You’re doing great,” he said softly. “Now, think about what you want the vines to do. Imagine them shrinking, retreating. You control them, Nyla.”

Gradually, the vines began to slow their wild movements. The tendrils loosened their grip on the trees, retreating into the soil like shadows fading in the light. The broken branches and scattered debris settled, leaving the garden eerily quiet.

When Nyla opened her eyes, she was met with a transformed landscape. The damage was still visible, but the immediate danger had passed. She turned to Yoongi, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m so sorry. I just wanted to prove I could do it.”

Yoongi pulled her into a reassuring hug, his voice filled with warmth. “You don’t have to prove anything, Nyla. You’re already incredible. But power requires balance. You have to trust yourself, and you have to know when to let go.”

 

From a distance, Taehyung watched the scene unfold. He leaned against a stone pillar, his arms crossed as his crystal-blue eyes followed every movement. His expression was unreadable, but something in his gaze hinted at a deeper emotion—something almost wistful.

Nyla’s bond with Yoongi was clear, and Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a pang of something he couldn’t quite name. Envy? Longing? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that, for all his power and intelligence, he had never found it so easy to connect with anyone. Watching his sister, he realized how much he wanted that connection—for himself, and maybe even for Jungkook.

Taehyung turned away before anyone noticed him, disappearing into the shadows of the palace corridors. But as he walked, his mind lingered on the image of Yoongi and Nyla, their bond unspoken yet undeniable.

 

By the time the gardens were cleared and the damage assessed, Nyla felt a renewed sense of purpose. She still had much to learn, but she was no longer afraid of her powers. With Yoongi’s guidance, she had glimpsed what she was capable of—and she knew she could trust him to help her every step of the way.

As the sun set over the palace, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Nyla stood by the garden gates, her hand resting on Yoongi’s arm. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “For everything.”

Yoongi smiled, his eyes warm. “Anytime, Princess.”

From a window above, Jungkook watched the scene unfold, a small smile playing on his lips. Despite the challenges they faced, he knew one thing for certain: they were stronger together.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 33: The Rogue Intruder - Part One

 

The week-long celebrations marking Taehyung and Nyla’s shift into human forms continued to breathe life into the palace and surrounding lands. Merriment filled every corner, from the bustling royal halls where dignitaries exchanged cordialities to the vibrant streets below where commoners sang songs of joy and danced with abandon. But amidst the jubilance, a shadow loomed—a darkness no one could have predicted.

 

It began with whispers. Rumours of a mysterious figure spotted near the palace gates—a man claiming dragon blood but shrouded in secrecy. The guards, though vigilant, reported nothing beyond fleeting glimpses. Still, the unease grew, subtle but insistent, like the low rumble of distant thunder. Queen Luria sensed it too, though she said nothing, unwilling to disturb the festive atmosphere.

On the final evening of the celebrations, as the royal family gathered in the great hall for a feast with all the ministers, the tension finally broke.

 

The intruder entered the palace with the unyielding confidence of someone who believed he belonged. Tall, broad-shouldered, and cloaked in deep crimson robes, he exuded an air of authority that turned heads wherever he stepped. His dark hair framed a striking face marked by intensity and purpose, and his piercing yellow eyes glinted like molten gold. The energy he carried was almost palpable, commanding attention without words.

The great hall fell silent as he strode forward, his gaze unwavering as it landed on Taehyung and Nyla seated beside the queen. It was as though he could see through them, past their youth and into the depths of their souls. He stopped before the royal family, the tension thick enough to choke.

“I am Ryven,” the man declared, his voice resonating through the hall like the roar of a storm. “Firstborn of Drakoria’s forgotten bloodline. True heir to the throne. I am here to claim it.”

 

Gasps rippled through the hall, followed by murmurs of disbelief. The queen rose from her seat, her composure regal yet fierce. “Drakoria has no forgotten bloodline,” she said firmly. “The royal lineage is unbroken, marked by centuries of truth. You have no claim to this throne.”

Ryven’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Ah, but you are mistaken, Your Majesty. I possess proof of my heritage—a truth hidden and silenced by your ancestors.”

He produced an ornate medallion from within his robes, its surface engraved with ancient symbols. The sight of it made the queen’s eyes narrow, though she showed no sign of doubt. “Such relics are easily forged,” she said evenly.

“I am no forgery,” Ryven replied, his tone sharp as a blade. “Your children—mere pretenders to a throne that is rightfully mine. The people of Drakoria deserve a ruler who is more than a hollow name. They deserve strength. They deserve me.”

 

Nyla, seated beside Yoongi, clutched his arm, her green eyes wide with fear. “Only the one with royal blood with blue eyes will take over the throne. He’s lying,” she whispered, though her voice trembled. “Isn’t he?”

Yoongi squeezed her hand reassuringly, his calm presence grounding her amidst the chaos. “He’s trying to sow doubt,” he said softly. “But he won’t succeed.”

Taehyung, however, remained silent, his crystal-blue eyes fixed on Ryven. There was something unreadable in his expression—something that felt both fierce and calculated. As Ryven’s gaze shifted to him, the tension escalated.

“So this is your prince,” Ryven said mockingly, gesturing to Taehyung. “Does he even possess the strength to defend this kingdom, let alone rule it? Or is he merely your pawn?”

 

The room erupted in voices—protests, anger, confusion—but Taehyung remained calm. Slowly, he rose from his seat, his movements deliberate. The hall quieted as all eyes turned to him.

“I am Taehyung,” he said, his voice steady yet charged with resolve. “Prince of Drakoria. Protector of its people. And if you question my strength, I will show it to you.”

Queen Luria stepped forward, her hand raised in caution. “Taehyung, wait—”

“I can handle this,” Taehyung interrupted, his eyes locked on Ryven. There was no hesitation in his stance, no doubt in his tone. Only the promise of fire and fury.

Ryven’s smile widened, his gaze predatory. “Very well, little prince. Show me your strength.”

 

The great hall transformed into a battleground, its grandeur overshadowed by the charged energy between Taehyung and Ryven. The air grew heavy, crackling with power as both figures prepared to clash. Ryven’s aura darkened, a shadow enveloping him as his hands began to glow with a fiery golden light. He had taken the form of a dragon in spirit, his abilities manifesting with lethal intent.

Taehyung’s own power surged, the room filling with icy wind as frost formed along the floor. His crystal-blue eyes gleamed with determination, yet there was an undercurrent of volatility—a storm barely contained.

The first strike came swiftly. Ryven unleashed a wave of fire, the heat searing the air as it hurtled toward Taehyung. But Taehyung was ready. With a sharp motion of his hand, the flames froze mid-air, transforming into jagged shards of ice that fell harmlessly to the ground.

The crowd watched in awe, their fear palpable. It was clear that Taehyung possessed extraordinary strength—but it was equally clear that the battle had only begun.

 

For every strike Ryven delivered, Taehyung countered with equal force. Their powers clashed like titans, the room quaking under their might. Ryven’s fire raged against Taehyung’s ice, the collision creating bursts of steam that obscured their movements. The battle was relentless, each attack pushing them further toward the edge of control.

Jungkook and Yoongi stood at the perimeter, their hearts pounding as they watched. Jungkook’s mismatched eyes darted between Taehyung and Ryven, his thoughts racing. He could see the strain in Taehyung’s movements—the way his power surged wildly as if struggling to obey his commands. It was the prophecy in motion—the storm threatening to consume him.

 

When Ryven unleashed his final attack, the room seemed to hold its breath. A blazing inferno erupted from his hands, engulfing the hall in a sea of flames. But Taehyung didn’t falter. With a roar that shook the very walls, he retaliated with a surge of power unlike anything anyone had seen before. Ice and lightning exploded outward, freezing the flames and striking Ryven with devastating force.

Ryven fell to the ground, his body motionless, his challenge silenced. The hall was eerily quiet, save for the sound of Taehyung’s heavy breathing. He had won—but at a cost.

 

Taehyung’s power continued to surge uncontrollably, the storm within him unleashed. The ice spread across the room, freezing furniture, walls, even the air itself. Lightning crackled around him, striking randomly and leaving destruction in its wake. The once-majestic hall was now a frozen wasteland, its beauty shattered by chaos.

“Taehyung!” Jungkook shouted, rushing toward him despite the danger. “You have to stop!”

But Taehyung didn’t hear him. His crystal-blue eyes were wild, his expression consumed by rage and fear. The prophecy’s warning echoed in Jungkook’s mind: “One soul will anchor the storm, or the storm shall drown us all.”

He had to be his anchor—now.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 34: The Rogue Intruder - Part Two

The icy winds whipped through the great hall, carrying with them shards of frost and the electric hum of Taehyung’s unrestrained power. The destruction left in his wake was staggering—frozen walls cracked under the strain of unnatural cold, shattered pieces of once-beautiful ornaments lay scattered on the floor, and an eerie fog clung to the air. Lightning sparked erratically, bolts arching dangerously close to those who had remained in the hall.

Jungkook, his heart hammering in his chest, pushed past the frozen debris toward Taehyung. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of his fear pressing down on him. Taehyung stood at the centre of the chaos, his body rigid, his breath ragged. His crystal-blue eyes glowed unnaturally, and his expression was a mixture of rage and something deeper—something that looked almost like terror.

 

“Taehyung!” Jungkook’s voice rang out, desperate yet steady. “You need to stop!”

He didn’t respond. If anything, the storm around him intensified, the frost spreading farther across the hall. Jungkook could feel the cold seeping into his bones, but he refused to back down. This wasn’t just about saving the palace—it was about saving Taehyung from himself.

 

Behind him, Yoongi stood with Nyla, shielding the princess from the worst of the storm. His scared eyes were locked on Jungkook, his worry etched into every line of his face. “Jungkook, be careful!” he called out, his voice barely audible over the howling wind.

“I have to try,” Jungkook replied, not daring to look back. If he faltered, even for a moment, he knew he would lose him.

The queen, standing at the far end of the hall, watched with a heavy heart. Her hands were clasped tightly, her normally composed demeanour cracking under the weight of the moment. “He’s losing control,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “If he doesn’t stop, the power will consume him.”

 

Jungkook finally reached the edge of the frozen circle surrounding Taehyung. The temperature was so low it burned his skin, but he pressed on. He needed to reach him—to be the anchor he so desperately needed.

“Taehyung!” he shouted again, his voice breaking with emotion. “You’re stronger than this. You don’t have to fight alone!”

For a brief moment, Taehyung's glowing eyes flickered, as if his words had pierced through the storm. But just as quickly, the light flared brighter, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his outstretched hand. Jungkook barely had time to react as the bolt struck the ground mere inches from his feet, sending him stumbling backward.

 

“Taehyung, stop!” he cried, his voice cracking. “This isn’t who you are!”

His words seemed to cut through the chaos, the storm around him hesitating for the briefest of moments. Jungkook seized the opportunity, stepping closer despite the freezing wind that threatened to push him back. He reached out a trembling hand, his mismatched eyes locking onto his glowing ones.

“Listen to me,” he said, his tone softer now, more pleading. “You’re not alone. I’m here. I’ve always been here.”

Taehyung’s body tensed, and for a heart-stopping moment, Jungkook thought he would strike out again. But then, slowly, the storm began to subside. The frost stopped spreading, the lightning ceased its erratic sparking, and the winds grew quieter.

His glowing eyes dimmed, revealing the familiar crystal-blue beneath them. Taehyung’s breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as he staggered, his body trembling from the effort of containing his power. Jungkook moved quickly, catching him before he could collapse.

 

“It’s okay,” he whispered, holding him close as his body shook. “You’re okay now.”

Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook’s shoulder, his composure finally breaking. “I… I couldn’t stop,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I was afraid… I was going to hurt everyone.”

“You didn’t,” Jungkook reassured him, his voice steady despite the tears brimming in his eyes. “You stopped it. You controlled it.”

Taehyung pulled back slightly, his expression raw and vulnerable. “What if I can’t next time?”

 

The queen approached them, her presence calm yet commanding. She knelt beside Taehyung, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “That’s why we need to ensure there won’t be a next time,” she said softly. “Your powers are extraordinary, Taehyung. But they need to be mastered. Without control, they will destroy you—and everything around you.”

Taehyung looked between the queen and Jungkook, the weight of their words sinking in. He nodded slowly, his resolve hardening. “Then I’ll do whatever it takes,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

 

The decision was made that night. Taehyung would leave for the Sacred Mountain, a place of ancient power and isolation, where royal dragons went to hone their abilities. The journey would be gruelling, the training even more so. But it was the only way for Taehyung to learn control.

As preparations were made, Jungkook couldn’t shake the feeling of dread settling in his chest. He knew this was necessary, but the thought of Taehyung enduring such trials alone tore at his heart. He had come to care for Taehyung more than he ever thought possible—and now, he had to let him go.

 

The farewell was bittersweet. Taehyung stood at the gates of the palace, his royal attire replaced by simple, sturdy travel clothes. The air was cold, and the sky was overcast, as if reflecting the sombre mood. Jungkook stood before him, his mismatched eyes searching Taehyung’s for a sign of hesitation, but there was none.

“You’ll come back stronger,” he said, his voice steady despite the lump in his throat.

Taehyung nodded, his expression serious. “I will.”

The queen placed a hand on his cheek, her eyes filled with both pride and sorrow. “Remember who you are,” she said softly. “You are my son, and you are stronger than you know.” Taehyung turned to Jungkook one last time. “Thank you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “For everything.”

Jungkook smiled, though his heart ached. “Go,” she said. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

With that, Taehyung turned and began his journey toward the Sacred Mountain, his figure disappearing into the mist. Jungkook watched him go, his thoughts filled with both hope and worry. He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew one thing for certain: Taehyung would find his way—and Jungkook would be there when he returned.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 35: The Rising Threat

The warm glow of celebration still lingered over the kingdom of Drakoria. The grand halls of the palace bustled with joy, laughter, and the occasional burst of music as dignitaries and citizens alike revelled in the rare occasion of the royal dragons’ shifts to human form. Taehyung and Nyla’s coming-of-age ceremony was more than just a royal event—it was a beacon of hope for a kingdom whose strength was deeply intertwined with its dragons. The festivities stretched across the week, uniting people and dragons alike in a rare harmony. Yet, unbeknownst to them, shadows moved in the distance, and danger loomed closer with every passing moment.

 

Far from the jubilant halls of Drakoria, across the jagged peaks of the Black Spire Mountains, lay the kingdom of Neras—a land of stone, shadow, and venomous intent. Neras had no love for dragons. Its inhabitants, serpent-like beings called the Neravans, bore an ancient grudge against Drakoria. This grudge was rooted in the legend of their own decline—a tale of betrayal where dragons had, centuries ago, burned the lush forests of Neras, forcing its people to retreat into barren lands.

 

The Neravans had since developed an unrelenting hatred for dragons, devoting generations to erasing their existence. Unlike dragons, Neravans lacked flight but possessed unique, deadly powers. They could infiltrate minds, unravel magic with their venom, and shape the earth with their will. It was these abilities that made them dangerous adversaries, and it was these abilities that they intended to wield against Drakoria.

 

 

In the cold, cavernous halls of the Neravans' high council, a meeting was underway. At the centre of the council chamber stood Valos, the newly ascended leader of Neras. His tall, imposing figure cast long shadows against the dimly lit chamber, his serpent-like eyes gleaming with malice. His voice echoed off the stone walls as he addressed his council.

“The dragons have grown complacent,” Valos began, his tone venomous. “Their reign has weakened, their bloodline diminished. But now, whispers reach us of a resurgence. The royal eggs have hatched. The bloodline breathes anew.”

Gasps and hisses filled the chamber. Among the Neravans, the resurgence of the royal bloodline was not just a setback—it was a threat to their very existence. Valos raised his hand, silencing the murmurs.

“Do not fear,” he said, his voice calm but dripping with malice. “For we have uncovered a weakness. The secret to the royal bloodline’s survival lies not in their eggs but in a mortal—Jungkook, the so-called guardian of the hatchlings.”

He spat her name as though it were poison. “It is she who has given them strength. And it is she who must fall.”

 

While Valos plotted the demise of the dragons, Drakoria remained blissfully unaware of the approaching storm. Jungkook, however, couldn’t shake a feeling of unease. He stood on one of the palace’s high balconies, his mismatched eyes scanning the horizon. The celebrations buzzed behind him, the joy infectious, yet something tugged at the edges of his mind. It wasn’t the prophecy itself that lingered in his thoughts—it was the feeling that something had shifted. A storm was coming. He could feel it in his bones.

 

Yoongi found Jungkook leaning against the stone balustrade, his arms crossed as the wind tugged at his hair. He approached him quietly, his calm presence grounding as always. “You’re not enjoying the celebrations,” he observed.

Jungkook turned his gaze to him, his lips curving into a small, half-hearted smile. “It’s not that,” she replied. “I just… something doesn’t feel right.”

Yoongi tilted his head, studying her. “The prophecy again?”

“Not just that,” he said, shaking her head. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like… like we’re being watched.”

Yoongi followed his gaze to the horizon, his brows furrowing slightly. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately, Jungkook. Maybe it’s nothing. Or maybe it’s your instincts. Either way, we’ll face it. Together.”

Jungkook nodded, grateful for his steady reassurance, but the unease didn’t leave him.

 

Unbeknownst to them, Neevan spies had already infiltrated the palace. Cloaked in their shapeshifting abilities, they blended seamlessly with the staff and guests, their eyes and ears gathering crucial information. They observed Jungkook closely, noting her movements, her interactions, and her moments of solitude.

One spy, disguised as a palace servant, watched from the shadows as Jungkook spoke with Yoongi. The bond between them was evident—a bond that the Neravans intended to exploit. The spy’s lips curled into a subtle smirk as they slipped away into the crowd, their task complete.

 

The first sign of trouble came two days later. It was subtle at first—a missing guard, a delayed patrol, a broken latch on the armoury door. Small things that could be dismissed as coincidence. But to Jungkook and Yoongi, who had been trained to notice the unnoticed, these anomalies painted a troubling picture.

“This isn’t random,” Yoongi said as they walked through the palace corridors, their voices low. “Something’s happening.”

Jungkook nodded, his mismatched eyes scanning their surroundings. “We need to tell the queen. If there’s even a chance that the palace is compromised, we can’t take it lightly.”

 

Queen Luria listened intently as Jungkook and Yoongi voiced their concerns. Her expression remained calm, but her sharp mind processed every word. “If what you’re saying is true, then we must act swiftly,” she said. “I will tighten security within the palace, but we must also investigate further. If there is an enemy among us, we cannot let them remain in the shadows.”

Nyla, who had been sitting quietly during the discussion, spoke up. “Let me help,” she said, her green eyes filled with determination. “I’ve been training for moments like this. I can help protect the palace.”

The queen hesitated for a moment, Nyla is growing faster than she should, dragons her age are treated like small kids of five, but then nodded. “Very well. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Nyla—you three will lead the investigation. Report anything suspicious immediately.”

 

Their investigation led them to the depths of the palace, where the spies had left faint trails. Footprints in the dust, fingerprints on a misplaced map, the lingering scent of unfamiliar herbs—clues that pointed to the presence of an enemy. As they pieced together the puzzle, Jungkook’s unease grew stronger.

The breakthrough came late one night when Jungkook discovered a hidden message carved into the underside of a table in the archive. The message was written in a script he didn’t recognize, but it bore the mark of the Neravans—a snake coiled around a shattered dragon egg.

Jungkook’s blood ran cold. “The Neravans,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Yoongi leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. “What does it say?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But it’s a warning. They’re coming.”

 

The attack came at dawn, swift and brutal. The Neravans launched their assault with surgical precision, targeting the palace’s weak points. Their forces moved like shadows, their powers disabling Drakoria’s defences. The once-peaceful gardens became a battlefield as serpent-like warriors clashed with the palace guards.

Jungkook and Yoongi fought side by side, their dragons—Mili, Niki, and Spark—unleashing their powers to repel the attackers. The air was filled with the roar of fire, the crash of lightning, and the cries of battle.

Nyla, an eighteen-year-old formidable fighter, stood at the forefront of the battle. Her powers over nature turned the gardens into a weapon, vines and roots rising to ensnare the enemy. She moved with grace and determination, her training and intelligence shining through.

 

Amidst the chaos, the Neravans’ true goal became clear: Jungkook. They sought to eliminate her, believing that her death would weaken the royal bloodline and break the bond between the guardians and the young royals. But Jungkook was no easy target. With Yoongi by his side and his dragons protecting him, he fought with a ferocity that matched the Neravans’ own.

The battle raged on, and though the palace stood strong, the cost of the fight was evident. Drakoria’s joy had been replaced with fear, its people shaken but unyielding.

 

As the sun set on the first day of the assault, Jungkook stood atop the palace walls, his mismatched eyes scanning the horizon. The Neravans had retreated for now, but he knew they would return. The storm he had felt was no longer a distant threat—it was here, and it was only beginning.

 

 

 

Chapter 36: The Enemy Revealed

 

The golden rays of morning filtered through the shattered remains of the palace gardens, illuminating the scars of the previous day’s assault. What was once a tranquil haven adorned with cascading fountains and vibrant flowers had now become a battlefield. The vines summoned by Nyla during the attack still clung to broken walls, and the scent of charred wood lingered in the air. Despite the Neravans’ retreat, their presence remained imprinted upon Drakoria like the ash of a fire still smouldering.

Jungkook stood at the gardens’ edge, his mismatched eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting another wave of enemies to appear at any moment. His heart felt heavy, and his body bore the aching marks of battle, but his resolve remained unshaken. The storm had come, and though they had repelled it for now, he knew it would only grow fiercer.

 

Yoongi joined him, his dragon Spark following closely at his heels. Though the chaos had died down, the tension in Yoongi’s stance was palpable. “The scouts haven’t returned,” he said, his voice grim. “If they were ambushed, we’ll need to assume the Neravans are preparing for another assault.”

“Then we can’t waste time waiting for them,” Jungkook replied. “We need to strengthen our defences. Their attack wasn’t random—it was calculated. They targeted us and the dragons for a reason.”

As if on cue, Nyla appeared, her movements brisk but graceful, despite the fatigue etched into her features. At such a young age, she was already proving herself to be a brilliant strategist, her mind sharp and her confidence unwavering. She had stepped into her role with a determination that left even her sceptics nodding in approval.

“We need to fortify the southern wing,” Nyla said as she approached them. “That’s where our defences are weakest. The Neravans will exploit it if they attack again.”

Jungkook gave her a nod of approval. “You’ve thought this through.”

Nyla managed a small smile. “I learned from the best.”

 

As the preparations began, Jungkook and Yoongi led their trained dragons—Mili, Niki, and Spark—through the palace grounds to assess and reinforce their defences. The dragons moved with purpose, their movements a testament to the bond they shared with their guardians. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as he watched Mili weave through the debris with her fiery scales glowing like embers.

But even as they worked to rebuild, the enemy loomed closer.

In the depths of the palace, hidden among the shadows, one of the Neravan spies remained unseen. Cloaked in their shapeshifting abilities, the spy blended seamlessly with the palace staff, their venomous gaze fixed on Jungkook. The plans were unfolding, and Drakoria’s guardian was their ultimate target.

 

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Queen Luria gathered her advisors and key allies in the war room. The map of Drakoria lay before them, marked with the sites of the previous day’s battles. Nyla, Jungkook, and Yoongi stood at the queen’s side, their expressions serious.

“The Neravans have exposed their hand,” the queen began, her voice steady yet commanding. “They seek to destroy us—to eliminate the royal bloodline and rid the world of dragons. But this kingdom has stood for centuries, and we will not fall.”

Nyla stepped forward, her green eyes blazing with determination. “They used spies to weaken us before attacking. If we don’t root them out, they’ll undermine every effort to defend ourselves.”

Yoongi nodded in agreement. “I’ll lead a search through the palace with Spark. If there are spies still hiding among us, we’ll find them.”

 

As the discussions continued, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. The enemy was formidable—not just in strength but in strategy. Valos, their leader, had orchestrated the assault with precision, exploiting Drakoria’s vulnerabilities and targeting its guardians with unrelenting force. But what none of the royal allies yet realized was that Valos had prepared for far more than a mere siege.

Late that night, as Jungkook returned to his chambers, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. The air felt heavy, and every shadow seemed to shift with unseen movements. Mili followed him closely, her fiery glow casting brief relief against the darkness.

When Jungkook entered his room, he froze. The message carved into the table in the archives now appeared on her chamber wall, etched in the same foreign script.

He didn’t have time to react before the attack came.

 

The Neravans' spy lunged from the shadows, their serpent-like form revealing itself in the dim light. Their venomous hands reached for Jungkook, their movements swift and deadly. Mili roared, unleashing a burst of fire that sent the attacker staggering back. But they weren’t alone.

Two more spies appeared, their cloaked forms moving like shadows, their venomous intent clear. Jungkook’s heart raced as he called out to Mili, directing the dragon’s flames to hold them back. The room erupted into chaos as fire met shadow, and the battle spilled into the corridor.

Yoongi arrived moments later, Spark at his side. The lightning dragon struck out with precision, its bolts illuminating the dark corridor and revealing the enemy. Together, Jungkook and Yoongi fought to drive the spies away, their dragons’ powers creating a dazzling display of light and flame.

But the victory was hard-fought. One of the spies managed to escape, disappearing into the labyrinth of palace corridors. Their retreat was not a defeat—it was a warning of what was to come.

 

By dawn, the palace was on high alert. The battle had exposed the depth of the enemy’s infiltration, and the allies worked tirelessly to root out any remaining spies. Jungkook and Yoongi barely rested, their focus entirely on protecting the kingdom and its people.

Nyla, meanwhile, had taken charge of fortifying the palace’s defences. She moved through the war room with a confidence that belied her age, her plans swift and calculated. She was no longer just a princess—she was a leader.

 

As the preparations continued, Valos watched from the shadows of the Black Spire Mountains, his golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. The spies had done their job—weakening the palace and sowing fear. But the true battle was yet to begin.

“The guardian survives,” he murmured to himself, his voice dripping with malice. “But not for long.”

With that, Valos turned to his forces, his voice rising like the roar of a storm. “Prepare for war.”

 

 

 

 

Chapter 37: The Siege of Drakoria

 

The sun rose reluctantly over Drakoria, its light filtered through heavy, ash-laden clouds that stretched across the horizon like a foreboding veil. The aftermath of the previous battles was painfully evident—the palace gardens lay in ruins, their once lush beauty reduced to charred debris and fractured stone. The air was thick with tension, buzzing with the preparation for the enemy’s inevitable return.

Within the palace walls, Princess Nyla stood before a room of ministers, royal allies, and seasoned generals. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on her shoulders, but her green eyes shone with determination. At eighteen, she was stepping into a role that demanded strength far beyond her years. Today, she would prove herself as more than a royal figurehead—she would lead.

 

Nyla glanced across the table where maps and charts were spread, marked with the positions of enemy forces, weak points in the palace defences, and potential strategies to repel the siege. She inhaled deeply, her hands steadying herself on the table as she addressed the gathered leaders.

“Our enemies are unlike anything we’ve faced before,” she began, her voice firm yet composed. “The Neravans don’t rely solely on brute strength—they use strategy, infiltration, and manipulation. They’ve studied us, and they’ll exploit every weakness they can find. If we don’t act decisively, we’ll lose everything.” The room was silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Nyla continued, her sharp mind weaving a tactical plan.

“The southern wing is our most vulnerable point,” she said, gesturing to the map. “That’s where they’ll strike first. We need to fortify it with a combination of natural barriers and dragon defences. Mili and Spark will guard the entrance with Yoongi leading. Meanwhile, Niki will reinforce the eastern gate alongside Jungkook.”

One of the older ministers, who had previously doubted Nyla’s capabilities, raised an eyebrow. “And what of the western flank? If we concentrate too many forces on the southern wing, we risk exposing ourselves elsewhere.”

“We won’t concentrate forces—we’ll rotate them,” Nyla replied without hesitation. “The western flank will be guarded by mobile units ready to respond to any breach. The Neravans rely on chaos—we’ll deny them the opportunity.”

 

Her composure and foresight earned murmurs of approval, even from sceptics. By the time the meeting adjourned, Nyla had gained the respect and loyalty of those who had once questioned her abilities. As the ministers and generals left to execute her plans, Yoongi approached her with a small but genuine smile.

“You’re incredible, Nyla,” he said simply.

She returned his smile, though hers was tinged with the weight of responsibility. “Thank you, Yoongi oppa. But the real test is still ahead.”

 

Outside the palace, Jungkook worked alongside his dragons to prepare for battle. Mili’s fiery energy was palpable as she maneuvered through the wreckage, her glowing scales reflecting the sunlight like embers. Niki and Spark followed closely, their focus unwavering. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel proud of the dragons they had trained. Their strength and loyalty were undeniable, and he knew they would fight with everything they had.

Yoongi joined him, his calm precision balancing her fiery resolve. Together, they strategized ways to push their dragons to their limits without losing control. “Spark’s lightning will be crucial for breaking enemy formations,” Yoongi said, his voice steady. “But we’ll need Mili’s fire to hold them back.”

“And Niki’s plants to reinforce our barriers,” Jungkook added. “They’ve grown so much since we started training them. I just hope they’re ready for this.”

“They are,” Yoongi assured him. “And so are we.”

 

As the siege began, the air itself seemed to tremble under the force of the enemy’s advance. The Neravans moved like shadows, their serpent-like forms weaving through the ruins of the outer gardens. Their powers manifested in bursts of venomous energy, their presence a toxic force that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Jungkook and Yoongi led their dragons into the fray, their bond with the creatures evident in every movement. Mili roared, unleashing waves of fire that illuminated the battlefield, while Spark’s lightning crackled through the air, striking enemies with precision. Niki’s vines rose like living barriers, ensnaring enemies and fortifying weakened defences.

The battle was brutal and unrelenting, the clash of fire and venom creating a deadly dance of power. Jungkook fought with fiery courage, his mismatched eyes blazing as he directed Mili’s flames to push the enemy back. Yoongi’s calm precision balanced her intensity, his strategic commands guiding Spark and Niki to devastating effect.

 

Amidst the chaos, Jungkook discovered one of the enemy spies lurking near the eastern gate. Their cloaked form moved with deadly intent, their venomous aura unmistakable. Jungkook confronted them, his blade drawn and his dragons at his side.

“You’ve hidden in the shadows long enough,” he said, his voice steady despite the danger. “Your plans end here.”

The spy hissed, their serpentine features twisting into a malevolent grin. “You think you’ve unravelled our strategy? You’ve barely scratched the surface.”

The confrontation was swift and intense, but the spy managed to escape, their movements disappearing into the shadows. Jungkook’s frustration was palpable, but he knew there was no time to dwell on it. The battle raged on, and the enemy remained a relentless force.

 

As the siege continued, the stakes grew higher. A loyal palace guard, Captain Alric, sacrificed himself to protect Yoongi during a critical moment. The Neravans had unleashed a venomous attack aimed directly at Yoongi, but a soldier threw himself into the line of fire, shielding him with his body.

The loss was devastating, and Yoongi’s grief was evident even as he continued to fight. Jungkook placed a steadying hand on his shoulder, his voice filled with quiet determination. “We’ll honour him, Yoongi. We’ll protect Drakoria—for him.”

 

As night fell, Nyla found herself targeted by the enemy. The Neravans had identified her as a key leader and aimed to eliminate her to weaken the royal forces. Nyla faced them with unwavering resolve, her combat abilities honed through years of training.

She fought with grace and ferocity, her powers over nature turning the battlefield into a weapon. Vines rose to ensnare her enemies, and roots burst from the ground to block their advance. But even as she held her own, the threat grew closer, testing her resolve.

 

By the time dawn broke, the siege had reached a critical point. The palace defences held, but the enemy’s determination was unyielding. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Nyla stood at the heart of the battle, their bond stronger than ever as they faced the storm together.

 

 

Chapter 38: The Battle for Survival

 

The battle reached a fever pitch as the siege of Drakoria intensified, the once-golden glow of the kingdom now shrouded in the ominous light of war. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of venom, and the sounds of clashing steel, roaring dragons, and shouting commands resonated through the palace grounds. Jungkook, Yoongi, and Princess Nyla stood firm amidst the chaos, their resolve unshaken despite the overwhelming odds they faced.

 

Jungkook’s mismatched eyes burned with determination as he maneuvered through the battlefield. Mili, his fiery dragon, unleashed waves of scorching heat that forced the Neravans' invaders back. Beside him, Yoongi coordinated with Spark, his lightning dragon, whose crackling bolts arced through the smoky air and struck with devastating precision. Each movement was a testament to their training and the unbreakable bond they shared with their dragons.

Nyla, now seasoned beyond her years, fought with a grace and ferocity that commanded respect. Her mastery over nature was on full display as she manipulated the roots and vines of the palace gardens, transforming them into living weapons that ensnared and crushed their serpent-like enemies. Her presence on the battlefield was like a beacon of hope, and the Drakorian forces rallied around her leadership.

But for every enemy they felled, more seemed to rise from the shadows, their venomous intent undeterred. The Neravans moved with coordinated precision, their attacks aimed at exploiting Drakoria’s weaknesses. It was clear they had come prepared, their knowledge of the palace defences unnervingly accurate. Despite their best efforts, the Drakorian forces were being stretched thin.

 

At the eastern gate, Jungkook confronted a squad of Neravans’ warriors attempting to breach the wall. With Mili by his side, she fought with a fiery determination, his blade striking true as the dragon’s flames engulfed their enemies. But even as they repelled the attack, Jungkook couldn’t shake the feeling that the Neravans’ true intent lay elsewhere.

His suspicions were confirmed when a panicked soldier stumbled toward her, his Armor scorched and his breathing laboured. “Princess Nyla,” he gasped. “They’re targeting her. She’s surrounded!”

Jungkook’s heart clenched. He knew Nyla could hold them on her own, but the thought of the young princess facing such overwhelming danger filled his with dread. Without hesitation, he called out to Yoongi.

“Nyla’s in trouble,” he said urgently. “We need to find her.”

Yoongi nodded, his expression grim. “Spark and I will cover you. Let’s go.”

 

The two guardians raced through the battlefield, their dragons clearing a path through the chaos. As they neared the southern wing, the sound of combat grew louder, and Jungkook’s heart pounded in his chest. When they reached Nyla’s position, they found her standing amidst a circle of enemies, her green eyes blazing with defiance.

Despite the odds, Nyla fought with unwavering courage. Her vines lashed out like whips, striking down Neravans with precision, while roots burst from the ground to create barriers. But even her extraordinary abilities couldn’t hold them off forever. Her movements were beginning to slow, and exhaustion was evident in her posture.

“Nyla!” Jungkook shouted, his voice cutting through the din.

Nyla turned, her expression a mixture of relief and determination. “They’re trying to break through to the inner keep,” she called out. “We have to stop them!”

 

Jungkook and Yoongi joined the fray, their dragons unleashing a devastating combination of fire and lightning. Mili’s flames roared to life, engulfing the attackers in a sea of heat, while Spark’s bolts crackled through the air, striking with pinpoint accuracy. The Neravans faltered under the combined assault, their coordinated movements unravelling as they were forced to retreat.

But the battle was far from over. The Neravans regrouped quickly, their venomous powers surging as they launched another wave of attacks. This time, their target was not the walls or the gates—it was Jungkook himself.

 

The leader of the Neravans’ squad, a tall figure with glowing golden eyes, stepped forward. His aura radiated malice, and his voice was cold as he spoke. “You are the guardian,” he said, his words a statement rather than a question. “The one who sustains the royal bloodline. Without you, this kingdom falls.”

Jungkook’s grip on his blade tightened. “If you think you can take me down, you’re welcome to try.”

The Neravans’ leader smirked, his serpentine features twisting into a sinister grin. “Oh, I will.”

The battle that followed was unlike any Jungkook had faced before. The Neravans’ leader was a formidable opponent, his movements swift and his attacks deadly. Jungkook fought with everything he had, his blade clashing against his venomous strikes while Mili provided cover with bursts of fire.

Yoongi and Nyla fought to keep the remaining enemies at bay, their teamwork flawless as they defended Jungkook from the growing onslaught. But as the battle raged on, it became clear that the Neravans were determined to achieve their objective at any cost.

 

In the midst of the chaos, a moment of clarity struck Jungkook. The Neravans were relying on their coordinated attacks to overwhelm the defenders. If he could disrupt their command structure, they would lose their advantage.

“Yoongi!” he called out. “We need to take out their leader to stop them all. No other option. He’s the key!”

Yoongi nodded, his calm demeanour unwavering. “I’m with you.”

Together, they launched a coordinated assault, their dragons leading the charge. Spark’s lightning struck the ground near the Neravans’ leader, forcing him to retreat, while Mili’s flames created a barrier that separated him from his forces. Jungkook seized the opportunity, driving his blade forward with precision.

The Neravans’ leader dodged, his movements fluid, but Jungkook’s determination was unrelenting. With a final burst of strength, he struck a decisive blow, his blade piercing through his defences. The leader staggered, his dusty golden eyes dimming as he fell to the ground.

 

The enemy forces faltered as their leader fell, their movements disjointed and their attacks losing momentum. Seizing the advantage, the Drakorian defenders pushed back with renewed Vigor, driving the Neravans from the palace grounds.

As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, Jungkook looked around at the battered but victorious defenders. The siege had been brutal, but they had held their ground.

Nyla approached him, her expression one of gratitude and admiration. “You saved us,” she said quietly.

Jungkook shook his head. “We saved each other.”

 

But even as the palace stood strong, Jungkook knew the battle was only part of a larger war. The Neravans had retreated, but they would return. The storm was far from over.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 39: The Return of the Mountain Prince

 

The evening sky blushed in hues of orange and deep violet as the palace prepared for a long-awaited event. Lanterns adorned with gold and blue—the royal colors of Drakoria—swayed gently in the breeze, casting their warm light across the grandeur of the halls. Tonight was not just a celebration. It marked the triumphant return of Taehyung, the only prince of Drakoria, after four years away—or almost twenty-seven years old dragon prince, as dragons counted time.

Guests had arrived from all corners of the realm: royal blood relatives, high-profile dragons in their human forms, esteemed ministers, and powerful allies. Their footsteps echoed through the palace as excitement buzzed through the air. The young royals, Taehyung and Nyla, were figures of fascination and admiration, but the night’s focus remained squarely on the enigmatic prince. No one knew the full extent of his training or the changes it had wrought in him.

 

Nyla stood in the grand reception hall, surrounded by dignitaries but alone in her thoughts. She wore an elegant gown of deep emerald green, its flowing fabric accentuating her regal poise. Despite the effortless grace with which she moved among the crowd, her mind churned with unease.

Her twin had always been a part of her—sharing thoughts, understanding, and a bond that went beyond words. But since his departure to the Sacred Mountain, a sense of distance had crept into their connection, like a whisper between them had been silenced. She couldn’t help but wonder who Taehyung had become in his time away. Would he still be the boy who teased her mercilessly or the brother who watched over her with quiet protectiveness?

As the palace guards announced Taehyung’s arrival, her thoughts stilled, and the hall fell into an anticipatory hush.

 

The air grew heavy as he entered the room, his presence demanding attention even before he spoke a single word. Taehyung stood at the threshold, his broad figure framed by the flickering torchlight. His striking features—sharp jawline, chiselled cheekbones, and piercing crystal-blue eyes—had matured into an almost otherworldly beauty that left the room breathless. His black hair, longer now, was tied loosely at the nape of his neck, giving him an untamed yet regal appearance. Dressed in ceremonial robes of deep midnight blue and silver, the swirling embroidery seemed almost alive, mirroring the frost-like sheen of his aura.

There was something magnetic about him, something both mesmerizing and dangerous. His cold, unreadable expression was enough to intimidate even the most powerful dragons present, and yet the female dragons couldn’t tear their eyes away. Whispers filled the room as he stepped forward, each movement deliberate, his commanding presence leaving even seasoned ministers shifting uneasily in their seats.

“Taehyung,” Queen Luria said warmly from her place on the dais. “Welcome home, my son.”

 

 

He stopped before her, bowing with the perfect balance of respect and authority. “Mother,” he said, his voice a deep baritone that carried effortlessly across the hall. It was calm, controlled, yet carried a weight that made even the boldest dragons pause.

 

As the formalities continued, Nyla couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Taehyung was different—far beyond his appearance or aura. It was in the way he moved, the way his gaze seemed to pierce through everyone without lingering. It unsettled her, this unfamiliar distance between them. When she finally approached him, her smile was hesitant.

“You’ve certainly… grown,” she said, forcing a lightness into her tone.

He turned his gaze to her, and for a moment, his cold expression softened. “So have you,” he replied, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. But before she could respond, the moment passed, and the enigmatic mask returned.

 

Meanwhile, Jungkook watched the proceedings from the edge of the room, his mismatched eyes narrowing as he studied Taehyung. He was a far cry from the mischievous boy he had raised—the boy who used to sneak sweets from the kitchen or call her “Mommy” in jest. This Taehyung was a man, and there was something deeply unsettling about the change.

Weirdly, Jungkook has a strong feeling that he had seen this face and body structure somewhere before, but he can’t pinpoint where and when. Maybe he is wrong, and his face seems familiar because he still has a few resemblances to the young Taehyung.

As if sensing his gaze, Taehyung turned his head toward her. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the room seemed to fade around them. His expression didn’t change, but something in his gaze sparked with recognition—and something else Jungkook couldn’t quite name.

Taehyung began to walk toward him, his footsteps unhurried yet purposeful. The crowd seemed to part for him, their whispers growing as they watched the prince approach the guardian. By the time he stopped in front of Jungkook, the room had fallen silent.

“Jungkook,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with his usual cold demeanour. “It’s been a long time.”

Jungkook forced himself to meet his gaze, his composure unshaken despite the strange fluttering in his chest. “It has,” he replied evenly. “You’ve changed.”

He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing at his lips. “Have I?”

“You know you have,” Jungkook shot back, crossing his arms. “You’re not the boy I remember.”

Something flickered in his eyes—amusement, perhaps? He stepped closer, leaning in just enough that only he could hear his next words. “And yet, you still look at me like I’m that boy.”

Jungkook’s breath hitched, but he quickly composed himself, narrowing his eyes at Taehyung. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still my favourite,” he replied, his smirk widening slightly before he straightened and turned away, leaving him flustered and confused.

 

Throughout the evening, Taehyung remained the centre of attention, though he paid little mind to the admiration directed his way. Female dragons vied for his acknowledgment, their laughter louder and their movements more deliberate as they attempted to catch his eye. Yet he remained cold and distant, offering only polite nods and brief, measured words.

His aloofness only made him more captivating, and the tension in the room was almost palpable. Nyla, observing the scene, sighed and shook her head. “He’s going to drive them all mad,” she muttered to Yoongi, who chuckled softly.

 

As the night wore on, Taehyung’s interactions with Jungkook became harder for him to ignore. He seemed to seek Jungkook out at every opportunity, his remarks laced with a subtle flirtation that left him questioning everything. When their eyes met across the room, his gaze lingered just a fraction too long. When he spoke to Jungkook, his tone was warm, teasing, and far too personal for his comfort.

At one point, as they stood by the balcony overlooking the gardens, he leaned closer, his voice a soft murmur. “You seem… different, Jungkook. Have you missed me?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, though his cheeks burned. “I’ve been busy raising your kingdom while you were off freezing in the mountains.”

His laughter was low, almost musical. “Fair enough. But I’m here now.”

“And that’s supposed to make everything better?”

“Isn’t it?” Taehyung asked, gaze locking onto him with an intensity that left Jungkook momentarily speechless.

 

By the time the party concluded, Jungkook’s mind was spinning. Taehyung had become a mystery he couldn’t unravel, and his words and actions left him both frustrated and intrigued. As the guests departed and the halls grew quiet, Jungkook found himself standing alone on the balcony, staring out at the starry sky.

Behind him, he heard the sound of footsteps. Jungkook didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

“You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?” he asked without looking back.

Taehyung’s voice was soft, almost a whisper. “Only for you.”

 

 

 

 

Chapter 40: Whispers in the Shadows

The night air was heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine, mingling with the faint traces of incense from the evening festivities. Despite the waning celebration, the palace seemed alive, its halls buzzing with whispered conversations about the enigmatic prince’s return. The grandeur of the party lingered in the minds of the guests, and Taehyung’s transformation remained the topic of countless speculative discussions. Yet amidst the splendour, unseen forces moved in the shadows, and subtle cracks began to form beneath the kingdom’s carefully polished exterior.

 

Jungkook hadn’t slept. After his encounter with Taehyung, his thoughts felt like an untamed storm—wild, unrelenting, and refusing to settle. He sat alone in his chambers, the moonlight pouring through the window like a spotlight. His fingers drummed against the surface of his desk as he replayed Tahyung’s words in his mind. “Only for you.”

It wasn’t just the tone of his voice or the way his crystal-blue eyes lingered on his—it was the depth of the change in him. The boy he had once scolded for stealing sweets had become a man of impossible strength and confidence. And while his demeanour with the guests had been icy and distant, his actions toward him felt layered with something deeper—something he wasn’t ready to name.

 

As the first rays of dawn touched the horizon, Jungkook rose from his chair and made his way to the gardens. He needed space—needed to ground herself in the familiar comfort of the earth and sky. But as he stepped into the garden’s quiet beauty, he stopped short.

Taehyung was already there.

He stood near the fountain, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as though the very air bent to his presence. The early light caught the sharp angles of his face, illuminating his features with a golden hue. His robes had been replaced with simple, dark travel clothes that only seemed to amplify the intensity of his gaze.

For a brief moment, Jungkook considered retreating. But before he could move, Tahyung turned his head toward him, his crystal-blue eyes locking onto his. “You’re up early.”

“I could say the same about you,” he replied, his tone carefully neutral. He smirked—a subtle curve of his lips that sent a strange warmth through his chest. “Do I make you nervous, Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s brows knit together in annoyance. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you’re avoiding me,” he said, his voice calm but edged with something almost playful. “I’m not avoiding you,” Jungkook countered, crossing his arms. “I just have better things to do than entertain your ego.”

Taehyung chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. “You’re still as fiery as I remember.”

 

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps. Nyla appeared, her emerald gown flowing as she approached. Despite the early hour, she carried an air of urgency that immediately caught Jungkook’s attention.

“Taehyung,” Nyla said, her tone brisk. “Mother wants to speak with you in the council chamber. There’s… something that requires your attention.”

Taehyung nodded, his expression unreadable. “Of course.”

Nyla hesitated, her green eyes flickering to Jungkook. “You should come too. I think you need to hear this.”

 

The council chamber was dimly lit, the flickering light of the torches casting long shadows across the stone walls. Queen Luria sat at the head of the table, her regal poise unchanged despite the tension that hung in the air. Ministers and advisors surrounded her, their faces etched with concern.

Jungkook and Taehyung entered the chamber, their presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Nyla followed closely, her sharp gaze scanning the faces around the table.

“There’s been a disturbance,” Queen Luria began, her voice steady despite the gravity of her words. “Reports have reached us of movements in the Black Spire Mountains. The Neravans… they’re gathering forces once again.”

A hush fell over the room, the weight of the queen’s announcement sinking in. The scars of the last battle were still fresh in Drakoria’s memory, and the thought of facing the Neravans again was enough to stir unease.

“How reliable are these reports?” Taehyung asked, his voice calm but laced with authority.

“Reliable enough,” one of the ministers replied. “Our scouts spotted small groups moving through the lower mountain passes. Their numbers are growing.”

 

As the discussion continued, Jungkook’s mind raced. The Neravans’ return was more than just a threat—it was a reminder of the lingering dangers that Drakoria faced. And now, with Taehyung back and stronger than ever, their enemies might see him as both a target and a prize.

“What’s their motive?” Taehyung asked, his tone thoughtful. “Why now?”

Queen Luria’s gaze softened as she looked at her son. “Perhaps it’s because of you. You’ve returned, Taehyung, and your power is undeniable. You may have become their greatest threat.”

Taehyung nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “Then it’s time to show them what Drakoria is capable of.”

 

As plans were made to address the growing danger, Taehyung’s commanding presence became evident to everyone in the room. He spoke with a confidence that left no room for doubt, his insight sharp and his demeanour unwavering. Even the older ministers, who had once dismissed him as inexperienced, now listened intently to his every word.

But for Jungkook, the meeting raised more questions than answers. Taehyung’s transformation went far beyond his physical strength or his commanding presence—it was something deeper, something rooted in his time on the Sacred Mountain. Jungkook couldn’t shake the feeling that he was keeping secrets, and those secrets carried weight.

 

After the meeting concluded, Taehyung approached Jungkook as he lingered near the doorway. His expression was calm, but his eyes held a spark of mischief that immediately put Jungkook on edge.

“You seemed quiet during the meeting,” he said, his tone teasing. “Were you lost in thought, or just mesmerized?” Jungkook rolled his eyes, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. “If you think I’m going to play along with whatever game you’re playing, you’re mistaken.”

“Who said I’m playing games?” he asked, stepping closer. “Maybe I’m just trying to understand you.” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his annoyance growing. “I think you’ve had enough understanding for one day.”

He smirked, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “I could never have enough of you.”

Jungkook’s breath caught, but he quickly turned away, his cheeks burning. “You’re impossible,” he muttered as he walked out of the chamber.

Behind him, Taehyung’s quiet laughter followed.

 

 

 

Chapter 41: Shadows and Secrets

 

The palace was steeped in silence—the kind that curled into corners, deep and velvety, thick with secrets. Moonlight spilled through the arched windows like liquid silver, painting long streaks of pale glow across the cool stone floors. In the heart of it all, Jungkook’s chambers were cloaked in quiet, broken only by the soft, rhythmic trickle of water from the adjoining bathhouse.

The steam still hung in the air as she emerged, warmth clinging to his skin like a lover's whisper. A sheer, flowing robe draped over his damp body, translucent in the moonlight and nearly weightless. It clung to his well-built muscles and curves in all the ways silk was made to—seductive without meaning to be, innocent and dangerous all at once. His skin still glistened in places where droplets hadn’t dried, and his slightly long, dark hair spilled over his shoulders in wet waves, framing his face with an untamed softness.

Jungkook moved slowly, savouring the cool touch of air against his freshly bathed skin, a shiver ghosting up his spine. The promise of his bed called to him, the silk sheets and solitude a haven from the chaos that still raged in his thoughts. But the moment he crossed into his room, he froze.

He was there.

 

Taehyung stood near the window, his tall figure bathed in moonlight, casting him in otherworldly silver and shadow. His posture was relaxed—almost casual—but there was nothing unintentional about the way he held himself. He looked like he had been waiting for him, and in the silence, Jungkook could feel his attention before he even saw his face.

When Taehyung turned, the light caught the sharp cut of his jaw, the subtle gleam in his crystal-blue eyes, and the way his gaze—slow and deliberate—travelled over him like a caress. The air between them shifted. His breath caught in his throat.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook breathed, his voice a husky whisper, barely tethered to control. “What are you doing here?”

Taehyung said nothing at first, and that silence spoke volumes. His gaze roamed across Jungkook’s body, not in crude hunger, but with the intensity of someone seeing him fully—every wet strand of his curly hair clinging to his collarbone, even after being tied in a small manbun, the delicate curve of his neck, the sheer fabric pressed to his damp skin like mist. Jungkook saw the flicker in his eyes, the way his jaw tensed as if fighting some battle within.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said finally, voice low and textured like velvet over stone. “And I thought… perhaps you couldn’t either.”

Jungkook’s heart thundered in his chest, a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The moonlight cast Taehyung in shadows and silver, but there was heat in his presence that rivalled fire. This wasn’t the cold, untouchable prince he had seen commanding rooms full of people. This was Taehyung stripped bare—watchful, drawn, and dangerously close.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, wrapping his arms around himself, though he wasn’t sure if it was modesty or defence.

 

Taehyung stepped closer and whispered, “And yet… here I am.”

The rich timbre of Tahyung’s voice rolled over Jungkook like smoke. His mind screamed to push Tae back, to reassert boundaries, but his body… hi body hummed with something ancient and treacherous. Jungkook took a step back, but he followed, slow and predatory—not in threat, but in the deep, instinctive way that made her pulse stutter.

“You’re impossible,” Jungkook said, voice trembling despite his glare. “You’ve said that before.” His smirk was the barest curve of lips, wicked and soft at once, and it made her stomach twist. Then, silence again—thick, pulsing. Their breaths filled the space between words left unsaid.

“You’ve changed,” he murmured, his tone cautious, unsure of the strange ache blooming inside him. “And you’ve grown,” Taehyung replied, voice quiet and reverent. “Not just in strength, Jungkook... but in beauty. You don’t even know what you’ve become, do you?”

His throat tightened. His cheeks burned under Taehyung’s gaze, and he cursed the way his body betrayed him, the way his skin flushed, and his breath came too shallow. “Stop,” he whispered, more plea than command. “Whatever this is… don’t do it.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he said, stepping close enough now that Jungkook could feel the heat from his body, the faint scent of leather and night air clinging to him. “I’m just… looking.” And then—his hand rose, slow, deliberate. He reached for Jungkook like he might vanish, brushing a damp strand of hair from his collarbone. Taehyung’s fingers grazed his skin—barely there, but enough to ignite a thousand nerves. He gasped quietly at the contact, his breath catching as though the room had thinned of air.

“You’re beautiful,” Taehyung said, his voice rougher now. His thumb lingered just beneath his sharp jaw, where his pulse raced like a trapped bird. “You shouldn’t say things like that…” Jungkook's protest was weak, a whisper swallowed by the pounding of his heart.

“But it’s true.” His words fell into the space between them like a drop in still water—gentle, but echoing forever. His eyes searched Jungkook’s—not demanding, not pleading—just looking. Seeing. And that was what unravelled Jungkook the most. Not the touch. Not the words. But the way Taehyung saw him—fully, deeply, without armour.

 

Just then, a single droplet of water slipped from the end of Jungkook’s hair—tiny, glistening. It traced a path along the soft curve of his neck, sliding slowly downward, following the hollow between his collarbones.

Taehyung’s breath hitched.

He reached out without thinking, fingers curling with unnatural gentleness as he caught the droplet just before it disappeared into the fabric of Jungkook’s robe. His touch was reverent, almost trembling, as if the droplet had scorched him. And then—slowly, torturously—he traced the trail it had followed, his fingers gliding from the base of Jungkook’s throat, along the line it had taken, all the way back to the place it began.

 

Taehyung’s touch was light—featherlight—but it burned. It scorched him. Jungkook’s knees weakened beneath him, and his lashes fluttered shut. His breath escaped in a tremble, shallow and uneven, his chest rising with the weight of sensation he couldn’t control.

A blush bloomed across his cheeks, spreading like wildfire down his throat. Taehyung was so close now. His hand still lingered on Jungkook’s skin, and for a suspended moment, neither of them moved. The world narrowed to the space between his breath and Jungkook’s.

 

Then suddenly, Taehyung stepped back.

The absence of his touch was a cruel contrast to the heat he had left behind. The cold air rushed between them again, and it felt like surfacing after sinking far, far beneath something dangerous and deep.

“I should go,” Taehyung said quietly, his voice hoarse, raw with restraint. His eyes still hadn’t left Jungkook’s face. And then he was gone. The door closed behind him with a soft, final click.

Jungkook didn’t move.

He couldn’t.

His body felt boneless, his thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. His heart still thundered in his chest, his skin tingling from the memory of his fingers. That droplet. That touch. He stood there for long moments, eyes still half-closed, breath still shallow, one hand resting where he’d touched him, as though trying to hold the memory in place.

What just happened?

He wasn’t sure.

But he knew one thing with aching certainty—nothing between them would ever be the same.

 

He collapsed onto his bed, limbs boneless, heart aching. The scent of him clung to the air. The memory of his touch burned on his skin. And he hated that he didn’t hate it.

Taehyung was no longer the boy he had raised. He was something else entirely now.

And that something… was dangerous.

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