"What hurts the most is not his greed, but his lack of thought for me." The gentle words were spoken so quietly as Jimin stood under the cherry blossom tree, the petals falling down like his tears. "And how he threw me away so quickly." The betrayal still left a scar on his heart as he stood numbly by Seokjin and Taehyung. With Jungkook watching with a soft, pitying gaze at the male that stood abandoned by his kingdom, by his lover and by his friends. The silks that were presented to him, the jade, the royal robes, the jewels did nothing to comfort Jimin as he stared with confusion at the mirror that reflected his reflection. The once grand robes that showed his status as one of the most influential royal advisers of the Qing Empire were replaced by golden robes displaying his status as the imperial consort of the Yīnyuè Empire.