Prostrate To The Monarch (Taekook)
"The Throne's Reckoning" —2
Queen Eun-chae
Yongwang, what are you doing!
His mother's angry yell echoed through the hall, a futile attempt to assert authority. However, instead of cowering in fear, Yongwang turned to her with eyes that harbored a murderous glint.
Swiftly, he pressed a finger to his lips, demanding silence. The once all-powerful queen mother, along with everyone present, fell into a horrified hush.
The hall, once filled with the sounds of celebration, now trembled with an oppressive silence.
The weight of dread hung thick in the air, and the once-inebriated revelers were now acutely aware of the danger that Prince Yongwang posed.
His eyes, a tempest of rage and vengeance, surveyed the assembly. The power dynamics had shifted drastically, and the very air seemed charged with the impending storm of retribution.
The maids, generals, ministers, and chiefs—all stood frozen, their faces etched with terror, as the prince who had been pushed to the brink of darkness now commanded the stage.
The golden handle of his bloodied sword served as a grim proclamation of the justice he sought, and the hall awaited the next move in this unfolding drama.
Prince Yongwang, no longer a pawn in their games, had become the conductor of their reckoning. The loveliest friend, Karma, had descended upon the royal court, and none were exempt from its merciless embrace.
Yongwang
From childhood, I endured torment after torment in silence. My own mother sought to end my life, yet I remained silent.
He confessed, a veil of grief shrouding his words. But as the memories of Lady Kang's sacrifice resurfaced, his sorrow morphed into seething anger.
Yongwang
You sent guards to kill me, and in their blind obedience, they slew Lady Kang!
His shout reverberated through the hall, the anguish in his voice replaced by raw fury.
Yongwang
She was a mother to me, and you snatched her away!
The weight of the accusation hung heavily in the air, a damning indictment of the cruelty he had endured and the lives lost due to the machinations of those who held power.
Prince Yongwang's accusation hung in the air like a heavy shroud, but the queen's response was devoid of remorse.
As he declared Lady Kang's death, a flicker of hope crossed the queen's face, quickly transforming into a sinister joy.
The queen's laughter echoed through the hall, a chilling contrast to the grief that lingered in Prince Yongwang's eyes. Her callous celebration, devoid of empathy, sent shivers through those who bore witness.
The joy etched on her face painted a portrait of malevolence that seemed to transcend the boundaries of familial ties.
She exclaimed, clasping her hands in a macabre display of happiness. The callousness of her reaction, unveiled in the midst of the gathered courtiers, spoke volumes about the darkness that lay within her.
She reveled in Lady Kang's demise, a revelation that cast her in a sinister light, indifferent to the pain she had inflicted upon her sons.
In the twisted theater of the royal court, where power and cruelty danced hand in hand, the queen's malevolent glee painted a stark contrast to the grief etched on Prince Yongwang's face.
The hall bore witness to the stark duality of a mother's indifference and a son's anguished quest for justice.
A solitary tear slipped from Prince Yongwang's eyes, a silent testament to the profound sorrow and anguish that echoed within him.
In that moment, amidst the twisted revelry of his mother's callous delight, his heart bore the weight of Lady Kang's sacrifice and the cruelty of the world that had pushed him to this precipice.
The tear, unbidden and unrestrained, traced a path down his cheek, reflecting the vulnerability beneath the veneer of vengeance.
In the midst of the tumultuous court, where joy and sorrow clashed, that tear held the essence of a wounded soul yearning for justice and grappling with the harsh reality of a mother's heart turned cold.
As the tear glistened in the dim light of the hall, it spoke volumes—of the pain endured, the sacrifices made, and the indomitable spirit that refused to be extinguished.
The dichotomy between the queen's heartless celebration and the prince's silent tear painted a poignant tableau, a moment frozen in time that encapsulated the complexities of a soul thrüst into the crucible of adversity.
The tear lingered on Prince Yongwang's cheek, a poignant reminder of the emotional storm that raged within him.
In the face of his mother's heartless jubilation, the tear seemed to defy the darkness, carrying with it the weight of Lady Kang's memory and the injustice that had befallen them.
As the court observed the contrasting scenes—the queen's callous laughter and the prince's silent tear—an uneasy tension settled over the hall.
The tear, though seemingly inconspicuous, held the power to bridge the gap between the heartless revelry and the profound grief that permeated the prince's soul.
In that moment, the tear became a symbol—a symbol of resilience, of humanity amid the cruelty, and a testament to the indomitable spirit that refused to be extinguished.
It spoke of a silent rebellion against the injustice inflicted upon the innocent, and a yearning for a world where compassion triumphed over callousness.
As the tear eventually fell, its quiet descent mirrored the prince's resolve to confront the shadows that haunted his past.
In the midst of the court's twisted dynamics, where familial ties were strained and emotions ran deep, that single tear etched a mark of enduring humanity on the canvas of vengeance and grief.
The courtiers, whether they acknowledged it or not, bore witness to the silent eloquence of a tear that held the essence of a soul unwilling to surrender to the darkness that surrounded it.
Comments
Katsumi.Orbiting_. かつみ
she was just a commoner, your highness. you're THE QUEEN! it is far beneath you to bother with something so forlorn let alone rejoice in it's damage. Let the puppies LIVE!!
2024-04-19
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