Veiled

2: Assholes

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This shit is hella late, sorry.
But it's spring break, so leave me alone.

[edited]
Damn why was this chapter so long 😭😭😭
  
 

Under the veil, Jimin stares at the Chief as if he was in a trance.

The Chief of Luna was a glorious, powerful, and demanding creature. Everyone in the Three Lands looked up to him, worshiped him even.

  His eyes trace down the Chief's body and travel back to his face. Even when Jimin was a little boy, the werewolf hasn't changed. Maybe little wrinkles here and there, but overall, he still looked young.
 
Jimin could only strive to be even a fraction like him. No. He needs to be like him. His people need it. The Chief was fierce and brave, unlike Jimin, who breaks at the slightest tug.

"The Prime Minister has his own agenda with the taking of the Gaia Mountains. A more sinister one. It's not just about an old grudge anymore," the chief pauses and looks at everyone at the table individually, stopping at Jimin with a stare that makes the vampire's mouth go dry.

  The vampire prince slips his tongue between his fangs and licks his lips. The lingering suspension in the air unnerves him, making his belly turn.

The large man breaks his stare and looks down at the table. He pushes a few buttons on the keypad, and a holographic image of a map springs up from the center.

It overlooks the Gia Mountains that divide the Eastlands from the Westlands. The mountains are further down the border, so no one crosses there unless they want to die from the cold.

The werewolf continues, "He plans to spread his forces into the city of Lua within 46 days. So that gives us a little over a month."

  His finger lingers on a touchpad installed on the table, a big arrow appearing in the space between the mountains and the city labeled Lua.

The prince sees Chief Erika's face harden from the corner of his eyes, her brows furrowed in a menacing glare.

  Jimin knows the feeling of being threatened to lose your home. They take you from everything you once knew and loved. It's so painful.

  There's a murmur amongst the officials before one of them stands abruptly. The Official is Choi Junho, a 75-year-old man who looks closer to 50. He is the oldest and most traditional Official in the court of Տєℓєиє. His wrinkled face is set to stone, aged eyes as sharp as ever.

"Head Chief, beg your pardon, but how do you know this? We have been in a peace treaty with ᑕOᖇ ever since the late King- may the goddess bless his soul-," the old man interjects soberly and glances at Jimin before launching back into his heated argument, "The Prime Minister cannot, by any means, start a world war if he is not the ruling king, am I not correct Your Highness?"

  Questioning eyes land on the prince, waiting for an explanation. The old man's insisting gaze turns confident as the prince takes a moment to respond.

Jimin lies a gentle hand over the top of his knee and slowly rubs it. " I am not of legal age to rule the throne in  ᑕOᖇ," The veil sways as his head turns up, "so, as the only royal of age, he can do whatever he sees fit."

  The meeting room is deathly silent as he stands up and walks graciously around the grand table. Every step is calculated and mute, stealthy like a tiger. "My Uncle, the Regent, has decided that he is bigger than the crown and has tried killing me while I was in his care to secure his title of absolute king."

  Jimin comes closer to the Officials, who stare up at him in clear shock. "He already has every official, court, and nobleman on his side." He nears closer to Official Choi, the sway of his frilly shirt fans the older man's neck.