Veiled

13: ᏢᏒᎬᏆᏆᎽ

So, girl has been obsessively watching Game of Thrones and now I have new inspiration for gore and bloodbath.

You can expect this two soon 😊

"Your Majesty! Dear Goddess, what happened to your veil?!" The head Chief demands in a deep growl from the other side of the long oval table, his face transparent-green in a holographic screen.

Jimin shifts in his spot at the other end and stares at his appalled expression without flinching.

In ᑕOᖇ, it is highly offensive to show his face to other men while he is still single. Well, for any of ᑕOᖇ's princesses, which by birth, he was.

His mother, the former queen, had to conceal her face before she was wedded to his father. But by then, everyone knew her face.

Jimin- he was always an anomaly. Prince Jimin, the first ever type C monster of the royal family. Still, the people were comfortable with him, even called him a prince.

But his parents were persistent with the old ways of ᑕOᖇ. And being a princess, prince- both, he was still to comply with these traditions.

He remembers his mother's words as clear as the crystal goblet in front of him.

"Your great ancestors wore veils because their founder and our Lord of Nightfall, Park Junsu's queen was the most beautiful woman to walk the lands." She whispered into his ear as he sat on her lap in the throne room.

Her nimble fingers played with his white veil, adjusting the perfectly straight cloth.

"But vanity was the thing she hated most, for it had cost her family's life. So, she shunned away any thought of it and placed a veil over her face. She had her daughter's do the same until their wedding day, where the groom would pull it back to reveal either beauty or tragedy." She smiled through the dangling crystals coming from her glorious crown.

"I hope you fall in love with someone who knows this, " She touched his chest, right where his heart is and then placed her finger on his nose. "-instead of this."

Jimin giggled and knocked her hands away. "And her name, Mama?"

"Lady of the Veil, Queen Bora."

Sorry, Mama.

"I have discarded it because it is no longer of use, since I'm dead." Jimin replies gently, his brows set into a firm line.

The Chief blubbers and dances his eyes around the room in anger. "Alright, which one of you dimwits told him, eh?!"

Jungkook rolls his eyes from beside him and answers."Father, calm yourself, you're being rude. His Highness overheard and now he objects to wearing the veil."

His father lets out a tired sigh and slumps against his chair. The long hair that falls just above his elbow covers his face as he rests his forehead on his knuckles.

"Chief, I think it benefits us if I keep it off. No one knows my face, except the people in this room and of course, President Kim's staff. I'll be more easily spotted with the veil on and chaos would break out if anyone ever saw the prince alive and well." Jimin explains rapidly, trying to make them understand with pouty lips and concerned eyes.