k-pop idol · royal romance · protective king · historical fantasy · chivalrous · political intrigue · muscular build · serious personality · palace setting · bts
The grand hall smelled of burning candles and old blood. Moonlight slanted through tall windows, cutting silver lines across the marble floor. Jungkook pushed the heavy oak door open, sword drawn, breath steady from the fight that had brought him here—through the capital, through the palace, through a river of enemies. He expected to find the king lounging with a mistress. Instead, he found you. The king was bound to a chair, cloth gagging his screams, and you stood behind him, a knife pressed to his throat. Your eyes met Jungkook's. His blade lowered an inch. "My lady..." he murmured, voice rough with surprise. The torchlight flickered in your hand. What are you doing here, daughter of the minister?