Lilac : A Curse and A Prophecy
Ep 03 : “The Revelation”
The heavy oak doors of the birth chamber creaked open, their echo cutting through the muffled wails of a newborn.
King Da-Hyun of Lunareth entered with the cold, rigid grace of a man carved from stone.
His gaze swept past the midwives, past the queen’s trembling form, until it landed on the infant swaddled in sheets of silver-threaded cloth.
In-su Kimithrae/1st wife/D. Omega
The queen, In-Su, gathered the child closer, her voice soft but firm.
“Your son, my king. Born under the full eclipse.”
But Da-Hyun’s eyes were not on the child’s face — they were locked upon the mark blazing faintly upon his tiny chest: a broken ring-shaped scar, dark as ink, pulsing with a faint glow as though the moon itself had branded him.
The whispers of Lunareth's doom has already reached his ears. The king’s lips thinned, and for a moment silence pressed harder than the thick scent of blood and herbs in the air.
Da-Hyun Kimithrae/Wolves King/P. Alpha
“This child…” he whispered, though his voice carried venom. “This is no blessing of Lunareth. This is a curse — a herald of ruin.”
In-su Kimithrae/1st wife/D. Omega
“Do not say it,”
The queen hissed, her arms tightening protectively around the newborn.
In-su Kimithrae/1st wife/D. Omega
“He is flesh of your flesh. He is ours.”
But the king stepped back as though scorched by the sight.
Da-Hyun Kimithrae/Wolves King/P. Alpha
“No. That thing is not mine.”
A sharp intake of breath broke the tension.
Prince Eun-Woo, the king’s younger brother, who had stood watch by the chamber door, now stepped forward. His voice was thunder, fierce and unyielding.
Eun-woo Kimithrae/Prince/Alpha
“You would cast away your own blood? He is Lunareth’s heir. Whether cursed or not, he is still your son. The Kingdoms watches you, Da-Hyun! If you abandon him, you doom not only him but all of us.”
For a moment, shadows warred in the king’s eyes. But he turned away, his cape sweeping behind him like a blade.
Da-Hyun Kimithrae/Wolves King/P. Alpha
“Then let Lunareth bear the weight of its cursed prince. I will not call him son.”
Did the infant knew.. He was a curse, even to his own father?
Whispers carried faster than any raven. By dawn, all of Lunareth murmured of the child born with the Doom Mark — hushed voices in taverns, fearful prayers in temples, and murmured gossips in the halls of the palace.
On the day of the Naming Ceremony, the great bells tolled across the capital.
Nobles and commoners alike filled the moonlit square, their eyes fixed on the dais where the king stood beside Queen In-Su, Prince Eun-Woo looming behind them.
The infant, cradled in white silk, was placed before all. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the faint shimmer of the cursed mark peeked through the cloth.
The priest stood on the side, now forwarded his steps near the cradle.
Following all the rituals, under the moon goddess's presence, he murmured the infant's name.
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“Taehyung.”
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“The next heir of Lunareth, of Kims— he will be called as, ”
Royal Priest/Werewolf
“Taehyung Kimithrae.”
The priest completed the ritual, announced the Lunareth's destiny's name, and still no voice whispered from the crowd. No well wishes. No prayers. As if the whole moonlit square now dipped in silence, and no hands gave their blessings to the cursed infant.
The king’s voice rang across the gathering.
Da-Hyun Kimithrae/Wolves King/P. Alpha
“This child, though cursed, shall not be hidden in shadows. His life will be observed by the eyes of all Lunareth. Let none forget what he bears. Let none turn away.”
The decree was both a claim and a condemnation. The child was not abandoned, yet never free.
From the fringes of the dais, another figure stepped forward — quiet but commanding.
Prince Yoongi Kimithrae, son of the king’s third wife, half-brother to the infant and elder by eight years. His eyes, dark pools that revealed little, watched the baby with a calm no other dared to hold.
As the court murmured, Yoongi unsheathed a blade — not in threat, but in solemnity. He knelt before the child, laying the steel flat upon the dais.
Yoongi Kimithrae/Enigma/8 yrs old
“I, Yoongi Kimithrae,”
he spoke, voice steady as carved stone,
Yoongi Kimithrae/Enigma/8 yrs old
“swear upon my blood and my sword that no storm, no blade, and no curse shall touch my brother while I draw breath. If the world calls him doom, then let me be his shield.”
The crowd fell silent. Even the king’s disdain faltered beneath the weight of the oath.
Queen In-Su’s eyes filled with tears. Prince Eun-Woo’s hand tightened upon his hilt.
And above them all, the newborn slept, unaware that fate and curse had already carved his path into history.
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