Veiled

13: ᏢᏒᎬᏆᏆᎽ

"I agree with this. It's better if we lay low for a while, at least until the Regent attacks Lua." Jungkook says with certainty.

The Chief looks up with his coal colored eyes and hooks his silky hair behind his ear. He speaks with reason. "Okay. But how will the people know you are the prince if they believe you dead? Wouldn't you be a conqueror?"

The vampire glances around the room. President Kim, the Chief, Jungkook, Yoongi. Could he really trust them with all his soul? Maybe not, but he'd have to pay for that later.

"T-There is a bite mark on my nape." His voice quivered with nervousness and his eyes snap to Yoongi who grabs tightly onto his hand.

They stare at each other, Yoongi's eyes of warning and Jimin's pleading until the prince pulls his hand away.

He turns their back on them and unbuttons the tight collared shirt so that it reveals another hideous sight.

There, along the back of his pale neck, an angry red bite mark lays. The teeth are not normal, they dig in like the fangs of a blood-thirsty rogue. You could see the veins that surround the circular shape. They are as blue as the midday sky on a cloudless day.

The room is alarmingly silent. All of them stare at him with serious expressions and grave gazes.

"You all probably know the tale of how I went missing three times. The first time was when I was three. The rogues that gave me the bite mark, that's the one you probably all know about. The second was my uncle's doing. That's the time when they exposed the secret of my mark so they could find me. But you all don't know the third one. No one does." Jimin says in a faint tone.

The room was still quiet. No one strayed their eyes away from the shorter man.

"I ran away. I was 12 and hated my life. I tried drowning myself but an odd thing happened to me in the pond. The guards found me at the bottom, still struggling." Jimin laughed at the morbid memory.

"The people would know. All of the Three Lands would and if they don't, I'll earn their faith all over again." The royal says with determination as strong as iron.

It was almost as if he was a King.

He buttons up his shirt again, blocking the mark from their pitying looks and turns around once more.

"Chief, we should still carry out the plan. I think it would be safest if I stayed here since they know I'm in Տєℓєиє. Please consider. I know my uncle, he is not afraid to spill blood."

The older man moves his head side-to-side, thinking thoroughly, and answers just after he pops a few bones.

"Fine. But do not, under any circumstances, run away like that again. Kings don't run, little princelings do." He reprimands with a stern and loud that sounds like a dad and turns to his son."And you. Don't allow such things to happen again! You are to protect the prince and complete your responsibilities there, understood?!"

Jungkook nods his head once, although Jimin could see from the corner of his eye that his strong jaw was twitching with tension.

The Chief blows out a dragged breath. "Okay, gentlemen. We continue on as if 'Prince Jimin' wasn't just murdered. President Kim, I will trust in you to keep my rowdy son and His Highness safe?"