ASHES OF THE CROWN (Taekook)
Embers of fates
The world had long been ruled by the weight of steel, blood, and ambition. Kingdoms rose and fell, their crowns tarnished by greed, betrayal, and war. Among them, two stood above the rest—Euphoria and Eldoria, locked in a battle that stretched beyond generations. Their history was written in scars, their peace forged in uneasy truces. But now, war brewed once more, and in the heart of the storm stood two figures who defied fate itself.
The golden spires of Euphoria shimmered under the sun’s dying light, casting long shadows upon the cobbled streets below. The kingdom was a testament to its name—opulent, grand, yet hiding a darkness beneath its brilliance. It was a land where music and art flourished, but so did cunning whispers in royal halls.
Jungkook, the warrior princess and omega heir to Euphoria, stood atop the highest balcony of the castle, her piercing gaze fixed on the horizon. Her body bore the marks of countless battles—scars that spoke of victory and loss alike. She was more than just an heir; she was a symbol, the shield of her people. Yet, despite her victories, there was unrest in her heart. The war with Eldoria was inevitable, but something deeper was at play—something unseen, orchestrated by hands hidden in the dark.
Beside him, Namjoon, Euphoria’s Grand Scholar, adjusted his glasses, his usual calm demeanor betrayed by the tension in his eyes
Namjoon
The council is restless. The nobles demand war, but the people…
Namjoon
(He hesitated) The people wish for peace, Your Highness
princes kookie
Jungkookie clenched her jaw. “Peace?”
( His voice was laced with quiet anger) Peace is a fleeting illusion, Namjoon. So long as Eldoria exists, they will not let us live in peace. And yet….. (He exhaled, her gaze softening) I wish it too.
Far beyond the rolling hills and silver rivers, the Kingdom of Eldoria stood in stark contrast. Where Euphoria was bathed in light, Eldoria was built on the bones of conquest. It was a kingdom of warriors, where strength was law and mercy was weakness.
At the heart of its power sat Crown Prince Taehyung, a man both feared and revered. His dark eyes held the weight of a thousand battles, his presence commanding. He had spent years fighting to prove himself worthy of his father’s throne, but his heart belonged not to conquest—but to a love that should have been impossible.
At his side, Yoongi, Eldoria’s Shadow General, leaned against a marble column, arms crossed.
yoongi
The council is pressing for an attack,
(he said nonchalantly). They believe we should strike first before Euphoria grows any stronger.
Prince Taehyung
The council would rather drown in their own arrogance than consider alternatives.
(His fingers drummed against the hilt of his sword).
And what do you think, Yoongi?
yoongi
(Yoongi smirked, his expression unreadable) I think the world is a chessboard, and we’re all just pieces being moved. But if it were up to me, I’d rather be the one making the moves.
The Crown Prince hummed in thought, his gaze shifting towards the horizon—the same horizon Jungkook had been watching.
Prince Taehyung
War is inevitable. But I will decide how this game is played.
Beyond the battlefield, beyond the warriors who shed their blood, there were those who thrived in the shadows—the noble houses. Their loyalty was not to a kingdom, but to power itself.
In the grand halls of Euphoria, Seokjin, the Duke of House Mooncrest, swirled his wine, a calculating smile playing on his lips.
seokjin
A war benefits no one, yet it will happen all the same. The only question is—who profits?
Across from him, Heeseung of House Ravenwood, an influential noble from Eldoria, smirked
heesung
Profits? You think too small, dear Duke. This war will decide more than just coin.
seokjin
(Seokjin raised a brow) Ah, but the coin buys power. And power? That decides who wears the crown in the end.
As the full moon cast its silver light upon Eos, an urgent messenger rode through the night, his cloak tattered from the wind. He carried a message that would set the kingdoms ablaze.
A royal decree.
A marriage between Crown Prince Taehyung of Eldoria and Warrior Princess Jungkook of Euphoria.
Neither had asked for it. Neither had wanted it. But destiny had other plans.
And thus, the first move in the deadly game had been made.
The chain of fates
The great halls of Eldoria were filled with hushed murmurs, a kingdom at war now forced into an uneasy alliance. Jungkook stood in the center of her new prison, her wrists unbound yet heavier than shackles. The weight of expectation pressed upon her, the sneering gazes of nobles and warriors alike burning into her skin.
A golden throne loomed before her. Upon it sat Taehyung, the prince of Eldoria—her new husband, hers sworn enemy. The man who had every reason to despise her. And yet, Taehyung’s expression was unreadable, a cold mask sculpted from years of discipline and duty.
Prince Taehyung
You stand here today, not as a prisoner, but as a consort to the royal family of Eldoria,
(Taehyung announced, his voice smooth yet commanding).
A fate many would call mercy.
princes kookie
(Jungkook clenched her fists). Mercy? You call this mercy? My people rot in chains while I am paraded as a trophy.
A murmur rippled through the room, but Taehyung remained unfazed
Prince Taehyung
You are no trophy, Jungkook. You are a key. One that determines whether war ends or begins anew.
Jungkook’s breath hitched. She had spent years on the battlefield, spilling blood for a kingdom that no longer existed. Now, she was expected to stand beside the very people who had burned it to the ground
princes kookie
And if I refuse?
(she challenged, her voice a whisper of defiance).
Taehyung rose from his throne, stepping forward until he was mere inches away. The scent of steel and lavender clung to him, an odd contradiction
Prince Taehyung
Then you will watch what remains of Euphoria be reduced to nothing.
A silence so thick it strangled the air between them. Jungkook’s heart pounded, anger and despair colliding in his chest. She had no choice. She never did.
The wedding ceremony was a spectacle of control rather than celebration. Draped in royal attire, Jungkook stood beside Taehyung, reciting vows that felt like a dagger twisting in her ribs. The court cheered, but beneath the surface, resentment festered.
When the ceremony concluded, the newlyweds were escorted to their chamber. The heavy doors shut behind them, locking them in a prison of silk and stone.
Jungkook turned away, hands trembling as she unfastened the heavy robes that felt like a cage.
princes kookie
This changes nothing.
Prince Taehyung
(Taehyung leaned against the door, arms crossed). I never said it did
princes kookie
(Jungkook let out a humorless chuckle) Then what now, my prince? Do we pretend? Do we smile for the court while sharpening knives behind our backs?
Prince Taehyung
(Taehyung’s gaze darkened)
We survive, Jungkook. And if you are wise, you will learn that survival is the only war worth winning
Jungkook met his gaze, fire flickering in his own. A war indeed, but not the kind fought with swords.
And in this war, neither of them could afford to lose
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The weight of the crown
The night in Eldoria was thick with an unsettling silence, the kind that settled before a storm. The torches along the palace walls flickered against the cold wind, casting long, dancing shadows upon the stone. The scent of burning incense mixed with the distant stench of steel and blood—reminders of a kingdom at war.
Jungkook sat near the tall window, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of a goblet filled with untouched wine. Her reflection in the glass was foreign, dressed in rich silks rather than the armor he had spent years wearing. Every inch of this palace was a prison, a gilded cage meant to keep her bound to a future she did not choose.
The heavy sound of boots echoed through the chamber, announcing Taehyung’s arrival. Jungkook didn’t turn, already knowing the prince’s presence by the shift in the air. The room, once cold, felt charged with an unspoken tension.
Prince Taehyung
You’re still awake?
( Taehyung observed, his voice unreadable)
princes kookie
(Jungkook scoffed, finally looking at him) How does one sleep in the enemy’s den?
Taehyung sighed, removing the golden cuffs from his wrists and setting them onto the polished wooden table. His ceremonial attire was slightly undone at the collar, his dark eyes taking in Jungkook’s tense form
Prince Taehyung
You will need rest. Tomorrow, you will attend court with me.
princes kookie
(Jungkook turned fully at that, fire flashing in her gaze)
I am not your subject.
Prince Taehyung
No.
(Taehyung agreed smoothly)
But you are my consort now. And my enemies are watching.
Jungkook clenched her jaw. She knew what Taehyung meant—this marriage was not just a binding of fates, but a spectacle for the scheming nobles who sought to manipulate the tides of war. she could not afford to show weakness. Not here. Not now.
The tension in the chamber thickened. Taehyung moved toward the table, pouring himself a goblet of wine. He took a slow sip, studying Jungkook over the rim before speaking.
Prince Taehyung
Eldoria’s council is not one of unity. It is a battlefield of words and alliances. If you wish to survive, you must learn how to wield power beyond the sword
princes kookie
(Jungkook narrowed his eyes)
You think I am incapable?
Prince Taehyung
No.
(Taehyung smirked slightly)
I think you are untrained.
The words stung, but Jungkook refused to rise to the bait. Instead, she turned back to the window, watching as the last embers of the city lights flickered against the night.
She had fought wars. She had bled on the battlefield. But this war—the one waged with whispers and deception—was one she had never prepared for.
The morning arrived with the slow toll of the palace bells, a sound that echoed through the vast halls of Eldoria’s keep. Jungkook was already awake when the servants arrived, bowing as they laid out the ceremonial robes she was expected to wear. The weight of expectations settled on her shoulders, heavier than any armor.
In the great hall, the court had gathered. Nobles adorned in gold and crimson stood in clusters, their hushed conversations ceasing the moment Taehyung entered with Jungkook at her side.
Jungkook kept her chin high, meeting the stares with unwavering resolve. Let them watch. Let them whisper. She would not cower.
At the center of the room, the council convened, an assembly of Eldoria’s most influential figures. Taehyung took his seat at the head, his expression composed yet sharp, a ruler in the making. Jungkook remained beside him, listening as the discussions began.
Talk of war strategies, supply chains, and political alliances filled the chamber, each noble vying for influence. But beneath the formal exchanges, Jungkook sensed something deeper—a game of power, subtle but ruthless.
She caught the eye of one noble in particular, an older man with a calculating gaze. Duke Seonghwa. The way the man observed her, weighing her worth, sent a chill down Jungkook’s spine.
Duke seonghwa
The prince’s marriage has secured temporary peace.
(Seonghwa spoke, his tone smooth)
But peace is fragile. And fragile things must be reinforced
A ripple of murmurs followed. Jungkook tensed, already anticipating what was to come.
One of the nobles stepped forward.
Welles
The Euphorians are warriors, are they not? Should the prince’s consort not prove his loyalty on the battlefield?
Jungkook’s fists clenched beneath the table. She recognized this ploy. They wanted to test her, to see if she was a puppet or a force of her own
Taehyung, however, remained composed.
Prince Taehyung
Jungkook has already proven her worth. Do you doubt my judgment?
Silence followed, thick with unspoken tension. The nobles exchanged glances before bowing their heads. “Of course not, Your Highness.”
Jungkook exhaled quietly, casting a sideways glance at Taehyung. The prince’s face remained impassive, but there was something in his eyes—an acknowledgment, perhaps even the barest hint of amusement.
The meeting continued, but Jungkook understood one thing clearly.
This was only the beginning.
Night fell once more, casting long shadows across the palace corridors. Jungkook found herself in the royal chambers again, the vast space feeling no less like a prison than before.
Her routine had begun to settle—mornings spent in court, afternoons training in solitude. She refused to let herself grow weak, even as the castle walls sought to confine hee. Each day, she would take to the training grounds, her sword clashing against that of Eldoria’s finest warriors, proving again and again that she was no caged princes
Taehyung entered the chambers, removing his coat and setting it aside
Prince Taehyung
You handled yourself well today
princes kookie
(Jungkook turned from the window)
Do not mistake my patience for submission.
Prince Taehyung
(A smirk ghosted over Taehyung’s lips)
I would never
Silence stretched between them, charged but not hostile. It was a battlefield of a different kind, one where neither was willing to yield.
princes kookie
(Jungkook sighed, rubbing his temples) And what now?
Prince Taehyung
(Taehyung walked to the table, pouring a drink before answering)
Now? We wait. And we prepare.
Prince Taehyung
( Taehyung met her gaze) For whatever comes next
Jungkook didn’t reply. Instead, she looked out at the night sky, the vastness stretching beyond the kingdom’s walls. Somewhere beyond, Euphoria remained—a home she could no longer return to, yet one she could never forget.
The war was far from over.
It had merely changed its form.
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