Ep. 5
❣︎ ℬℯ𝓉𝓌ℯℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹ℴ𝓌𝓈 ❣︎
The king, after talking with his ministers, made a drastic decision: he'd cast a spell on the prince himself. He was completely heartbroken, but he couldn't bear to see his son suffer anymore.
The spell was made from the blood of royal vampires way back in the day. Besides being super dangerous, the spell could only be used on vampires. And the only way to break it? The vampire's true love has to wake them up.
The spell would plunge the vampire into an eternal slumber, a refuge from his unending agony. Only the touch of his destined mate, the love of his life, could break its hold.
On seeing his son in pain, Namjoon thought that until the prince's mate is found , he should put him under an eternal sleep instead of suffering from pain daily.
The air is thick with the scent of dust and decay. Moonlight, the only source of light, casts long, skeletal fingers across the room, illuminating cobwebs thick as ropes. You're standing in a chamber that feels less like a bedroom and more like a tomb. Tarnished silver armor leans against the wall, reflecting the pale light in an eerie glow.
The walls were lined with faded tapestries depicting long-dead monarchs, their eyes seeming to follow you through the gloom. Or, you could set the scene with the sounds, like: The only sounds were the drip, drip, drip of water from a hidden pipe and the distant howling of wolves.
(imagine moonlight from the window)
The prince was bound to the bed, his screams echoing through the halls. Each cry was a fresh wound to their souls. His eyes, usually pools of endless night, were now wild with torment, a stark contrast to his usual regal bearing. The usually pale skin was flushed with a feverish heat, and each shuddering breath was a testament to the unimaginable agony consuming him.
The king stood over his son, a caged animal thrashing before him, his chest tight with anguish. Ministers looked on, their faces grim, as the king's heart shattered with each tormented cry that tore from the prince's lips. The weight of his son's suffering threatened to crush him, an unbearable burden on his grief-stricken soul.
Bathed in the last rays of the setting sun, his mother watched in despair as the spell took hold of her son.
The mother watched as the royal physician touched his son, casting the spell on the poor.
jin cried looking at his beloved son, all tied up on the bed.Metal Chains all over his body to prevent him from harming . (The prince was so in pain that he started breaking things and hurting other vampires , so the physician put metal chains on him)
He looked like a caged beast.
Confined within the iron bars of his bed, the young prince could only watch in agony as his mother wept on the cold stone floor. Each sob tore at his heart, a cruel reminder of the suffering he had brought upon her.
Jeon Jungkook
Mo.... Mōdor....
(mōdor is used as mother in old English)
Manacles, like icy serpents, coiled around the prince, a prisoner in his own bed. His voice, choked with anguish, cried out for his mother, a desperate plea lost in the echoing silence of his gilded cage.
𝒲ℯ𝓁𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒿𝓊𝓃𝓰𝓀ℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽𝒾𝒾𝒾𝒾𝒾𝒾.....
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So what do you think?
Authorrrrr
Is it worth it??
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