The Emperor' S Throne
Ep 1 { the thorn and throne }
𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗲 . 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 , 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗸
The scent of burning incense hung heavy in the air as the Crown Prince stood before the court , his black cloak trailing behind him like spilled ink.
Kim Taehyung, Dominant Alpha and heir to the throne of aldareth wore a mask of steel----- emotionless, sharp and unreadable.
His golden eyes did not waver , even as the whispers of the nobles rose like flies
The council chamber was cold
His father , King Namjoon sat on the high throne carved of obsidian, his aura powerful and unwavering ---- a king built of war and conquest.
Beside him, Queen Seokjin, his Omega Mate , sat silently, eyes full sigh years of playing the perfect consort.
Between them , power was not shared ; it's was traded, wielded, controlled.
And now , they had summoned Taehyung to announce the one thing he had long dreaded
Kim Namjoon ( Dominant alpha)
"You are to wed "
King Namjoon declared, voice heavy with command.
" To Emperor Jeon Jungkook of the Eastern Empire. The Enigma"
Taehyung' s jaw clenched.
The name was poison on his tongue --- a ruler feared across continents, an Enigma without scent , status, or submission.
Neither Alpha, nor Beta , nor Omega.
A creature of power , unpredictable and untouchable. They said he could command shadows and silence.That he slept beside no one , and bled only for war
This wasn't an alliance. it's was a death sentence wrapped in silk.
Kim Taehyung ( dominant alpha)
I will obey
Beneath the words , his mind screamed
Far from the court , in the overgrown western gardens of the palace, jimin knelt in the wild blooms --- his fingers stained with petals and dirt .
He was beautiful, fragile, often forgotten
Born as beta , softer then his brother , he was left to his own world of color and calm
But he's wasn't alone .
Nestled between the blood - red Rose's was a strange bloom -- silver , glimmering under moonlight. A flower no garden could explain. A flower that whispered at night
Kim Jimin( omega )
I know you're awake
And within the petals , Min Suga stirred .
Cursed by an ancient witch for sins no one remember, suga' s body had been trapped in thorns for a hundred years .
Only his voice remained -- slow , cold , with bite of old sorrow.
But when he spoke to jimin, it's was different. Gentle. Almost human.
Suga
You shouldn't be here little prince
Suga
Something is coming. Something wicked
Kim Jimin( omega )
Jimin smile faintly.
" it's already here "
That night, the emperor arrived.
No fanfare. No caravan. Only a black horse, a sword at his hip, and a presence that made the palace tremble.
Jeon Jungkook stood tall beneath the blood-red banners of Aldareth, his eyes unreadable beneath his hood. The guards bowed. The knights tensed. But he walked past them all, straight into the throne room, and stopped before the Crown Prince
Taehyung did not bow.
Their eyes met — gold and midnight.
And Jungkook smiled, slow and cruel.
Jeon Jungkook ( enigma)
You must be mine
Authy lazy ass"""""
how's was the first ep
ep 2 ( introduction)
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🌙 KIM TAEHYUNG — The Crown Prince of Aldareth
Dominant Alpha | Heir to the Throne | Elegance Veiled in Thorns
Authy lazy ass"""""
His features are soft, but nothing about him is gentle. Smooth skin, as pale as moonlight, contrasts the depth of his dark, windswept curls — always falling just over his eyes, as if guarding the thoughts he never speaks. His lips, naturally tinted like pressed rose petals, curve rarely into a smile, but when they do, it feels like the calm before a storm.
Authy lazy ass"""""
Adorned in regal brocade and high collars, Taehyung blends luxury and restraint — a prince raised to rule, trained to destroy. His posture is perfect, shoulders held like a blade ready to strike, yet his elegance is unshakable. Jewels do not shine brighter than the look in his eyes — sharp, cold, unreadable.
Authy lazy ass"""""
A single ornate earring dangles from his ear, a quiet rebellion, delicate and deadly like a spider hiding in gold. He wears it not as an accessory, but a warning.
Authy lazy ass"""""
Taehyung does not yell. He commands with silence, with the twitch of an eyebrow, with a gaze that strips away pretense and pride. His scent — though dominant — is laced with something deeper, ancient, and unsettling… a reminder that this Crown Prince was not raised merely to inherit a throne, but to conquer what others fear to touch.
Authy lazy ass"""""
And beneath it all, behind the layers of royalty and duty, is a boy shaped by betrayal — the one who watched love rot in court corridors, who learned early that crowns are lined with thorns, and that even roses can draw blood.
🖤 JEON JUNGKOOK — The Dark Heir, Emperor of Noxentis
Omega-Blooded Royal | Commander of the Iron Veil | The Lion in Silk
Authy lazy ass"""""
He is the one mothers warn their daughters about — not because he’s cruel, but because he is unreachable.
Authy lazy ass"""""
Jungkook wears regality like armor. In his world of velvet and steel, his throne is not a gift but a conquest — earned in shadows, not sunlight. His beauty is dangerous, princely yet primal, the kind that invites you in with a glance but destroys you if you stay.
Authy lazy ass"""""
Those obsidian-black curls, tousled like a lover’s touch, frame a face that could be carved from marble. But his mouth — red, full, perpetually unreadable — holds stories of secrets never spoken aloud. His eyes are the sharpest part of him, smoldering with dark wit and battle-born instinct. You don’t meet his gaze; you survive it.
Authy lazy ass"""""
In the palace halls, he is seen in lace-trimmed collars, jewels resting gently on his throat like trophies of submission — but make no mistake: he is not soft. Even when dressed in white, Jungkook is the storm dressed as peace. His every move, from the lazy stretch of his hand to the arch of his brow, exudes dominance masked by ease.
Authy lazy ass"""""
On the battlefield, he transforms. Adorned in iron and fur, chains draped across broad shoulders, he becomes the Wolf King — brutal, graceful, deadly. His black armor is not for protection but for intimidation, and the sword he carries is not ceremonial. It has tasted blood. It remembers.
Authy lazy ass"""""
He does not speak unless necessary, and when he does, his voice is low, controlled — like silk over a dagger. Jungkook commands armies the way others command lovers: with silence, confidence, and no room for refusal.
Authy lazy ass"""""
Rumors speak of his cursed birth — a royal omega born to a kingdom that rejects weakness — but Jungkook turned it into power. He trained harder, fought longer, and bled more than any alpha in the court. Now, even kings bow when he walks past. Because Jungkook? He does not obey fate.
Authy lazy ass"""""
He rewrites it.
ep 3
The great hall of Aldareth was a cathedral of light — chandeliers dripping in crystal, golden archways carved with ancestral hymns, guards lining the walls like statues.
But beneath all the grandeur, the air was cold.
Crown Prince Taehyung sat at the long obsidian table, posture regal, expression unreadable. Clothed in deep crimson and black, his fingers rested loosely around the stem of his wineglass — more poised than comfortable. His mother’s gaze pressed against the side of his face like an invisible blade.
Opposite him, the seat meant for Jeon Jungkook, the Emperor of Noxentis, remained empty.
Until the doors opened.
The silence was a sharp intake of breath. Everyone turned.
He stepped in like a shadow come to life — dark hair tousled, a thin silver circlet resting low on his brow. His cloak dragged behind him like smoke, his boots tapping softly against the marble floor as though the palace itself bowed beneath him.
And his eyes — gods, those eyes — locked with Taehyung’s as if they’d known each other in another life.
And hated each other there, too.
Jungkook sat without waiting for permission
Jeon Jungkook ( enigma)
Charming place
He said, lips barely twitching.
Jeon Jungkook ( enigma)
Smells like roses and repression
Kim Taehyung ( dominant alpha)
Perhaps in your kingdom, manners rot faster than corpses.
A flicker — amusement? annoyance? — passed through Jungkook’s face
Jeon Jungkook ( enigma)
In my kingdom, we don’t pretend venom is wine.
Kim Namjoon, the king, cleared his throat.
Kim Namjoon ( Dominant alpha)
let's begin
Dishes were brought in like art — silver platters of glazed venison, rare fruits, and seared herbs. Goblets were filled. Plates shimmered with heat.
A maid stepped forward to serve the next course.
Small. Fragile. Familiar.
Jimin.
His golden hair was half-shadowed by candlelight, soft eyes lowered in submission. No title. No seat at the table. Just the boy who spoke to roses when no one else listened.
He bowed low, setting Jungkook’s plate with careful grace.
But Jungkook didn’t even look at him.
Taehyung did.
Kim Taehyung ( dominant alpha)
Careful
Taehyung muttered, voice low, only for Jungkook to hear
Kim Taehyung ( dominant alpha)
You're dripping contempt on your plate
Jungkook leaned back, lazily resting his chin on his hand.
Jeon Jungkook ( enigma)
It’s not contempt. It’s indifference. You’re mistaking my silence for care
Taehyung’s smile was cold
Kim Taehyung ( dominant alpha)
You should pray I never mistake anything.
The room had grown stiff. Jin’s fingers twitched against his goblet, but he said nothing. Namjoon’s stare flicked between the two alphas like a lion watching wolves circle.
Jimin still stood there, silent as a ghost, waiting for someone — anyone — to excuse him. But no one did.
Not even his brother.
Kim Taehyung ( dominant alpha)
I heard your Empire burns its own orphans for warmth
Taehyung said smoothly, cutting into his meat without blinking.
Jeon Jungkook ( enigma)
I heard your Kingdom keeps its weaker sons as servent
Jungkook answered, eyes flicking to Jimin — not with cruelty. But with something colder.
Apathy.
Taehyung’s fork paused.
Kim Taehyung ( dominant alpha)
You don’t believe in love, do you?
The prince asked, voice a little too soft.
Jungkook smiled.
A cruel, slow smile — the kind that could end wars or start them.
Jeon Jungkook ( enigma)
No
Jeon Jungkook ( enigma)
I don't have luxury of believing in frictions
And then, as if bored, he finally turned his gaze to Jimin.
Jeon Jungkook ( enigma)
You can go , maid
It wasn’t a dismissal. It was an erasure.
Jimin bowed quickly and disappeared like mist.
But the silence he left behind screamed louder than any war horn.
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