Lilac : A Curse and A Prophecy
Ep 04 : “The Secrecy”
The skies above Velcravia bled crimson in night, veined with lightning that lit the spires of Castle Obsidian in ghostly flashes.
Where Lunareth rang its bells, Velcravia’s silence was heavier, guarded by stone gargoyles and a thousand shadows.
Deep within the birth chamber, Queen Krayan Jeonravyn lay against dark silk cushions, her hand pale and trembling as she reached for the infant at her side.
The newborn stirred, eyes fluttering open — not the deep garnet red of their kind, but a strange, glimmering hue: iridescent, faintly violet when caught in the flame’s glow.
The maids gasped but quickly bowed their heads, as if swallowing their fear.
King Sylard Jeonravyn loomed near the cradle, his presence filling the chamber like a storm about to break. His gaze fixed upon the child, unblinking, unreadable.
Then he looked to the high priest who had been summoned, a figure cloaked in veils of ink.
The seer’s voice rasped like old parchment.
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
“The next heir of Velcravia bears the eyes of blood moon. In them, the scrolls whisper… the prophecy now awakens.”
A ripple of unease spread among the attendants. Sylard’s jaw tensed, but his voice was colder than steel.
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
“Speak it not aloud.”
Royal Priest/Seer/Vampire
The seer hesitated. “But my king—”
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
“Seal it,”
Sylard thundered, the chamber shuddering with his command.
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
“No word of prophecy shall leave these walls. Not to the council. Not to the courts. Not even to the winds.”
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
His crimson gaze fell to the seer, burning with warning. “If you breathe it, you die.”
The chamber sank into silence.
No one dared to look at the next heir of Jeonravyn's.
Three nights later, the Naming Ceremony was held. Unlike Lunareth’s open square, Velcravia’s ceremony unfolded within the throne hall itself, draped in shadow and lit only by the glow of obsidian torches.
Only the high nobles and the blood-bound guard were summoned. No commoner eyes would ever see.
The infant lay cradled in Queen Krayan’s arms, swaddled in silks black as raven wings. She looked at him with both awe and dread — for those shimmering eyes that could not be hidden forever.
King Sylard stepped forward, his voice a decree carved into stone.
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
“On this night, I name my son, the next heir of Jeonravyn's and the next potential heir of five kingdoms monarchy, ”
Sylàrd Jeonravyn/Vampire King
“–Jungkook Jeonravyn, son of Velcravia, heir to the throne of blood.”
The hall echoed with bowed heads and murmured vows.
Yet no mention was made of the strange hue in his gaze, no whisper of prophecy, no hint of danger. The world outside would never know.
Only those of that chamber carried the weight of silence.
After the ceremony, when all had gone, Queen Krayan remained alone with her child. She brushed her fingers across his soft cheek, whispering words no one else could hear.
Krayan Jeonravyn/JK's mother/Vampire
“You are marked by something greater than us, little one. But if the world must never know, then I will bear this fear for you.”
Outside, thunder cracked once more, as though the heavens themselves knew what had been hidden — and what fate now waited in silence.
And so it was that Lunareth’s cursed child was cast into the eyes of all, while Velcravia’s prophesied child was veiled in the shadows.
In the queen chamber of Lunareth, Taehyung giggled faintly beside her weak mother, as his elder brother was trying to hum a lullaby to him.
Taehyung's small hand closed around Yoongi's palm as if in a treaty. Prince Eun-Woo on the doorway smiled faintly. Like he was relaxed, no, guilty.
While in Velcravia Krayan counted breaths and breathed them back to the child, a promise and a barrier in one.
Between them—unknown to both watchful empires and to the sleeping infants—threads were already being spun.
Rumors would become strategies. Strategies would become sieges. Love, or hate, if it grew at all, would have to be patient and secret and brave.
The curse had a word now. The prophecy had teeth, but they had been kept back behind stone. What the world did with the one and what it wanted from the other would be a long, hungry story.
When the bells finally cooled and the courtyards emptied, both guardians lingered in their doorways and watched the skies.
The smallest motion, the briefest crossing of lashes, might one day make a color the world had no name for yet.
For now the infants slept, and the kingdoms learned to carry a new, brittle fear—spoken in Lunareth; sealed in Velcravia.
The first chords of the tune were struck. The music to come had not yet decided if it would be a dirge or an anthem.
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