Chapter 66 || BOUND AND TORN BY PROPHECIES

 

Eavesdropped Hearts and Silent Vows

 

The dragons' chamber was cloaked in soft, golden quiet, the kind that settles over ancient places where magic sleeps lightly. Jungkook sat nestled among the glittering, jewel-adorned dragons, his shawl cast aside, his bare shoulders trembling with the weight of what he'd just said. Spark curled near his feet, Mili rested her large, scaled head against Jungkook’s side, and Niki, ever gentle, hummed lowly in sorrow.

 

He didn’t know that just beyond the arched entry, hidden behind a flowering pillar of silver ivy, Yoongi and Nyla stood frozen.

They hadn’t meant to listen. They had followed when they saw Jungkook storming away from the terrace — a flicker of emotion flashing too dark across his face. Worry had gripped them both, and curiosity had guided their steps.

But nothing had prepared them for this.

 

Jungkook’s voice broke again as he spoke:

“Even if it’s destiny… It’s not fair. I’ll age, wrinkle, and die. He won’t. Dragons don’t die of old age… they choose to pass on. They have lived for thousands of years. What if he gets disgusted? What if I turn old and he can’t even look at me?”

His tears glistened in the dragon’s scales. Yoongi’s fists were clenched. Nyla’s eyes shimmered.

 

“He’ll realize I was a mistake,” Jungkook whispered, “and he’ll choose one of those princesses. Someone beautiful. Immortal. Then I’ll just be… gone. Forgotten. I was marked, but I’m not meant. That mark will be the death of me.”

 

Yoongi’s chest heaved.

He stepped forward instinctively. But Nyla caught his arm, shook her head silently, and pulled him away.

 

They didn’t speak until the heavy wooden doors of Nyla’s chamber clicked shut. Yoongi burst forward, pacing like a storm.

 

“He’s doing him wrong!” he exploded. “He’s right! It’s always about beauty! Status! If he wasn’t good enough, why mark him? Why pretend?!”

Nyla reached out, trying to calm him, but he kept going:

“He just stood there during the ceremony! While they paraded those princesses around! If he cared, why didn’t he say something? Why didn’t he tell the King and Queen that he had already chosen Jungkook?!”

 

“Maybe he—”

 

“Maybe nothing!” Yoongi shouted. “He’s going to throw him away the moment this mating ceremony ends! And I—” his voice shook, “—I’m going to kill him.”

 

He charged toward the door.

But Nyla was faster.

With a single flick of her fingers, shimmering vines of magic slithered from the wall and wrapped gently but firmly around Yoongi’s waist, freezing him mid-step.

 

“Nyla—” he warned.

 

She walked up to him, standing on her toes. Then, with a small smirk, she kissed him.

Just a soft press to his lips.

Yoongi stopped.

Red ears. Frozen arms. Wide eyes.

 

“If you try to run again,” she whispered sweetly, “I’ll tie you up for the whole night. And I won’t be responsible if I lose control and do something… reckless.”

He didn’t move a muscle. She released the vines with a wink. “Sit.”

 

He didn’t trust the bed. So he chose the sofa — carefully, awkwardly — like sitting too close would trigger another spell.

 

Nyla grinned. “Cute,” she muttered, settling herself on the bed. Her voice softened then, turning serious.

“Listen. Taehyung isn’t using him. I believe there’s more going on. You remember the ancient scrolls, don’t you? The prophecy?”

 

Yoongi blinked, still fuming but now listening.

 

“The Chosen One. The Royal Flame. A bond destined for eternity. It’s not just a myth. The Queen and King both know. And Taehyung? He’s part of that prophecy. They can’t go against it. They wouldn’t dare question our ancestors.”

 

She leaned forward.

 

“Even Mili feels the bond. You saw how she got sick after Varian rode her. She knew. That spot belonged to Taehyung. And she got better only when Jungkook and Taehyung took care of her together.”

She smiled gently. “Do you know what Taehyung did that night? He didn’t leave. He curled up around Mili in his dragon form. Slept that way. To make sure she knew — no one else will take his place. Not in her life. Not in Jungkook’s.”

 

Yoongi sat silent for a long moment.

“Then why act like this? Why not say it out loud?”

 

Nyla shrugged softly. “Maybe there’s something we don’t know yet. But if they’re pretending, there’s a reason. And we should support them, not tear them apart.”

Yoongi exhaled. “If you’re right… I’ll wait.” He looked down, his voice darker. “But if Taehyung marks anyone else… I’ll ask the baby dragons to bite his limbs off. And then I’ll choke him to death myself.”

 

Nyla laughed. “Fair enough. But until then… you sit right there. And let me keep you from committing royal murder.”

Yoongi didn’t move. Not an inch. He didn’t trust her not to kiss him again.

And maybe… that scared him even more than Taehyung.

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