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⊰ chapter twenty three ⊱
"Close!" Seokjin clapped his hands as Dara fixed her vision, putting down her arms as she backed away to look at the target and the arrow plunged on it. Only by a few meters, she missed it, "Eight points. You are improving, princess!"
Dara grinned at how often her titles had been changing lately. She went from a princess to a Queen, a Queen to the ruler of Zisk, and then a dethroned ruler to the wife of the Blood Heir. Well, halfway to a divorce by that. She smiled at Seokjin, her arms shivering because of the cold, "The weather is going West today. It's really cold."
But it wasn't snowing. The breeze seemed colder than the usual evening winds. Dara noticed how clean and moist the earth smelt too. Her boots were drowned with snow, and every time she took a step upwards, it did feel like lifting heavy weight. Skovier sighed, catching Dara's attention. She raised a brow and he stood up from the tree bark, sighing heavily, "It just feels weird, Princess. All this. Are you sure you are battling for something worth it?"
"He isn't wrong," Seokjin said, "We are your soldiers, Dara. We love Jungkook, we accept him by heart. But you fight the Curve soon, the reincarnations, Jungkook and your lives are at stake. It breaks my heart to think that you both are divorced on top of all this, you should be with him. You should be with your King, at North, ruling the Blood throne with him-,"
"And who do you suppose saves you from the Curve?" Dara burst out with a frown.
"I don't know, we will figure it out!" Seokjin's ears were red, "Dara, I cannot see you both like this. At first, I was just mad at Jungkook for not treating you and himself shit because of his country duties and now I am mad at you, not only you are pushing him away, you are pushing your subjects away-,"
"You were never my subject to begin with, Seokjin. Me and you, belong to Jungkook. And even if he does not wish for me to go to the Curve, I still will. I have been chosen to do this. And he has been chosen for the Blood Throne by the Curve itself. We are children of curses, we cannot defy our fates and live like you and everyone else. So don't bullshit me." Dara realized what she had said.
And she regretted it.
Seokjin nodded, "Yeah. We do live simple lives."
"I didn't mean that," everyone had hardships, Dara felt the wrong tone on her bones.
"No. You are right. I would never survive this far if I were in your shoes or Jungkook's," Seokjin nodded, "It just hurts to see and know that we cannot do much being your devoted soldiers, and it's some war that you will fight alone."
"You have the greatest man who walked on Zisk's earth as your next King, and you are complaining about an excuse sent from her past life?" Dara chuckled ironically, "Give me better than that, you both. Jungkook will outdo every ruler, I can feel it on my bones."
"Of course he will," Skovier made a statement, "He is the blood heir, he was born for this. What will happen to me? You assigned Seokjin as his soldier in hand."
