In the grand hall of the palace, preparations were underway for a lavish welcome banquet in honor of the newlywed couple. Servants bustled about, arranging tables adorned with fine linens and delicate silverware, while chefs worked tirelessly in the kitchens to prepare a feast fit for royalty.
Taehyung stood at the window, gazing out at the sprawling grounds of the palace, his mind consumed by thoughts of the future. Despite his stoic facade, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within him, a sense of uncertainty about what lay ahead.
Jimin approached him, his steps hesitant as he stopped beside Taehyung. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, his eyes searching Taehyung's face for any sign of emotion.
Taehyung glanced at Jimin, his expression guarded. "I'm fine," he replied curtly, his tone clipped.
Jimin sighed, feeling a pang of frustration at Taehyung's aloofness. "You don't have to pretend with me, your majesty," he said gently. "I know this is all new to both of us, but we're in this together now."
Taehyung's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "I know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... hard to adjust."
Jimin nodded in understanding, his heart aching for the alpha beside him. Despite Taehyung's outward strength, Jimin could sense the vulnerability that lurked beneath the surface, a silent plea for acceptance and understanding.
Before they could say anything more, Namjoon entered the room, his presence commanding attention as he addressed his son and his new mate. "The banquet will begin shortly," he announced, his voice firm but not unkind. "It's time to greet our guests and celebrate this joyous occasion."
Taehyung straightened, his posture rigid as he prepared to fulfill his duties as the king of Caspian. Jimin stood beside him, offering a reassuring smile as they made their way to the banquet hall together.
As they entered the hall, the room erupted into applause, the guests rising to their feet to welcome the newlyweds. Taehyung and Jimin exchanged polite nods and smiles, their eyes meeting fleetingly before turning their attention to the festivities unfolding around them.
Throughout the evening, they mingled with the guests, exchanging pleasantries and engaging in polite conversation. Taehyung remained stoic and composed, his facade unyielding even in the face of the jubilant atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Jimin's warmth and charm endeared him to the guests, his genuine nature shining through as he effortlessly charmed everyone he encountered. He laughed and danced, his joy infectious as he embraced the spirit of the celebration.
As the night wore on, Taehyung found himself drawn to Jimin's side, a sense of familiarity and comfort settling over him in his presence. Despite his reservations, he couldn't deny the undeniable connection that existed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had been forged on their wedding day.
And as they stood together, surrounded by the laughter and music of the banquet hall, Taehyung realized that perhaps, just perhaps, there was hope for them yet. In Jimin's warm embrace, he found solace and strength, a beacon of light in the darkness that had consumed him for so long.
And as they danced beneath the moonlit sky, their hearts intertwined in a silent promise of love and devotion.
In the dimly lit chambers of the Caspian palace, Taehyung and Jimin stood awkwardly before each other, their hearts heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. The room, adorned with lavish decorations and scented with the fragrance of exotic flowers, seemed to mock their predicament, a stark reminder of the charade they were forced to play.
Taehyung's expression remained impassive as he surveyed the elaborate preparations, his mind reeling with the absurdity of it all. He had never desired this arranged marriage, and now, faced with the reality of sharing his bed .
Jimin, for his part, tried to mask his disappointment behind a forced smile, but his eyes betrayed the turmoil raging within him. He had always dreamed of a fairy tale romance, but now, confronted with the cold reality of his situation, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of spending his first night as a married omega alone.
As they stood in silence, a chasm of awkwardness stretched between them, neither knowing how to bridge the divide. Taehyung cleared his throat, his voice gruff as he broke the tension that hung in the air.
"Jimin," Taehyung began, his voice soft yet tinged with gravity, "there's something you need to know about a ritual that takes place in the morning."
Jimin's brows furrowed in confusion. "What ritual?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung took a deep breath, steeling himself for the explanation to come. "It's a tradition in Caspian," he explained, his words measured and careful. "In the morning, the royal maids will inspect the sheets for any signs of blood stains."
Jimin's eyes widened in realization, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as the implications of Taehyung's words sank in. "You mean..." he trailed off, unable to voice the thought aloud.
Taehyung nodded solemnly, his gaze unwavering. "Yes," he confirmed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "They will be looking for evidence of your purity."
A flush of heat crept up Jimin's neck, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought of such intimate scrutiny.
As they stood facing each other, their gazes locked in a silent exchange, Taehyung's thoughts churned with a singular purpose. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone disrespecting Jimin, of casting doubt upon his omega's purity. And so, with a determined resolve, Taehyung made his decision.
Without a word, Taehyung approached the bed, his movements deliberate and sure. Jimin watched him with wide eyes, his heart pounding with anticipation, unsure of what Taehyung was planning to do.
With steady hands, Taehyung reached for the delicate flowers adorning the bedspread, taehyung scattered the flowers around the room. Jimin's brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing to make sense of Taehyung's actions.
Before he could voice his question, however, Taehyung reached for a small knife tucked into his belt, the glint of metal catching the moonlight. Jimin's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in alarm as Taehyung made a quick, precise cut on his palm.
A thin line of blood welled up from the wound, staining Taehyung's skin crimson in the dim light . The blood is dripping onto the sheets. Jimin gasped in shock, his hands reaching out instinctively to Taehyung, concern etched on his features.
"Why did you do that?" Jimin asked, his voice trembling with worry. "Are you hurt?"
Taehyung met Jimin's gaze with a steady stare, his expression unreadable. "It's for your protection," he explained, his voice low and intense. "I don't want anyone to disrespect you because of me."
Jimin's eyes widened in understanding as Taehyung's words sank in. He felt a surge of gratitude and admiration for Taehyung, who was willing to sacrifice his own well-being for Jimin's honor.
"But... but you're hurt," Jimin protested, his voice tinged with concern. "Shouldn't we tend to your wound?"
Taehyung shook his head, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It's nothing," he reassured Jimin, his tone gentle yet firm. "My wounds heal quickly. There's no need to worry."
Reluctantly, Jimin nodded, his worry easing slightly at Taehyung's reassurance. He trusted Taehyung's judgment, even if he didn't fully understand the customs of the royal court.
As the minutes passed, Taehyung's wound began to close, the skin knitting itself back together with remarkable speed. Jimin watched in awe, marveling at the power of Taehyung's true blood Alpha status.
Jimin observed Taehyung's wound closing with a mixture of fascination and uncertainty. "Wow!," he said, his voice slightly faltering as he struggled to find the right words.
Taehyung glanced at Jimin, his expression unreadable. "It's nothing special," he replied, his tone casual yet distant. "Just a typical true blood alpha trait."
Jimin nodded, unsure of how to continue the conversation. "Right," he said, his voice trailing off awkwardly. "So, um, what happens now?"
Taehyung shrugged, his gaze flickering to the bed where the flowers lay scattered. "I suppose we should try to get some rest," he suggested, his tone lacking its usual authority. "It's been a long day."
Jimin nodded again, feeling the weight of the awkwardness between them. "Yeah, of course," he agreed, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "..
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