Humming a quiet melody, you felt the air around you stirred. Closing your eyes, you focus on the sensation of the flow around you, patiently waiting for a response. Expectedly, your question was not answered.

Nevertheless, you knew better than to give up your standing and continue to participate in this wordless battle. After all, as a member of the Crimson branch, it would hurt your pride to lose to such a miscellaneous game.

Slowly but surely, the air around you both began to constrict, seemingly trapping you in its borders. However, instead of surrendering to either of your guys' unmoving selves, none made a move in anything close to failure and instead, waited.

Such a manipulator.

Seconds steadily merge into minutes, and before you know it, you are left with a quarter of an hour before having to head back. Looking at the entrance of the alley, it had seemed that the sun was already setting. Turning around to meet Raven's eyes, you let out a smirk before pushing yourself off the walls.

" If you don't have anything to say then I guess there is no other purpose being here," you taunted, heading towards the bustling street.

Purposely exaggerating your steps to enhance the sound of your shoes colliding with the floor, you confidently walk the opposite way, not glancing back. However, before you can bathe under the colourful lanterns, an arm slid around yours, pulling you back into the darkness.

Quick to hide your growing smirk, you let yourself be dragged back deep within the alley. Turning around, you look down at the piercing eyes, staring menacingly into your own.

" Stop joking around," Raven warned.

" Answer my question then," you insisted, " Why have you called me?"

Even with the mask, you could tell that she was rolling her eyes at your ridiculous question. Reaching into her long sleeve, Raven took out a thin envelope and shoved it into your arms.

" The Master wanted to give this to you."

Looking at her knowingly, you flick the tab open, reaching in to get the paper. Pulling the paper out, you motioned her to bring the lantern closer. You both peered through the content of the letter, processing the intentions that have been conveyed. Looking into each others' eyes, silently having a conversation.

After a while, you both synchronously nodded, agreeing on the best solution.

Standing straight up, you carefully tuck the letter into your inner sleeve. You patted the spot a few times to test its stability as you mindlessly listened to Raven's plan.

" You do know that it is better to do it now than later right?"

Stopping what you were doing, you clench your hands repeatedly while staring at the ground. Letting out a tired sigh, you tussled through your hair in frustration, making obvious attempts to ignore her question.

" You kno—"

" I know!" You growled, biting your inner cheeks. " I... need time to adapt to this current life. After that... I will tell them."

Without looking at her, you could already define her expression of knowingness. Even so, you ignored it, too caught up with your thoughts and forceful emotions.

Letting out a loud sigh, " Mind joining me for a drink?"

Looking into Raven's eyes, you could almost spot specks of whites and yellows swirling into her magnificent midnight black orbs. Despite how gorgeous they were, you knew that they held nothing more than pity and sympathy; ones that aimed at you— your decisions specifically.

Once again, you both held eye contact for however long before Raven broke it with a gentle shake of her head. She nodded, quietly accepting your invitation, stepping away from you.

Following her lead, you nodded, tightening your grasp on your own mask, in which you had taken off unconsciously during the discussion.

Fingers running through the surface, you admire each stroke that has been carved into the wood. Unlike Raven's who was smothered in shades of black and grey, yours was painted in a variety of red and gold. In another way, it showcases the difference between your animal and hers.

Each member of the clan is subjected to form their alias based on their branch and their ones that resonate with them.

For example, your branch— the crimson branch is categorized as a physical branch, people who focus on close combat. As a result, all the members within the branch are named after predators of all kinds, except birds. Raven, who belonged to the Gold branch, specializing in long-distance attacks, are thus named after various avians. With that, the Azures are categorized to different strategic pieces and theories, while the Veridian branch are varieties of poisons, and the Titanium branch, are all the raw materials used for craftsmanship.

Bringing the mask to your face, you quickly fasten it, lifting your hair to hide the knot under it. You started heading out of the alley, Raven following right after you and into the clusters of light.

As you both walked through the noisy crowd, you glanced around at the assorted shades of lanterns that are hanged throughout the district, most in deep, bright shades of red, confirming that you were indeed in the epicentre of the red district.

The red district was a very interesting place that attracts a wide audience— for the many different reasons that are available. Some people come here to do business— both legal and illegally, while some search for companions—for the reasons you won't go into. Anyways, in your guys' case, it was the former. Now for whether it's legal or illegal? You didn't exactly know.

Along the way, you randomly chose a cozy-looking winery in the depth of the district, one that wasn't filled with too many lustful people.

This particular winery was unlike many others. Instead of drenching in the odour of alcohol, the winery quickly filled your senses with a delicate and flowery scent. Curiosity hitting you like a brick wall, you glanced around to try and find where the scent was coming from.

" Welcome, precious guests," a velvety voice greeted.

Perking your head up at the voice, your head naturally followed the direction. Immediately after looking up, you were faced with a figure adorned in pieces of red. Unexpectedly, the voice owner's face was beyond any noble ladies in the capital, with a sharp yet captivating gaze, and perfect proportions. To say the least, she was flawless.

Seeing your guys' silence, the lady let out a smile.

" Please, follow me," she said, leading you into a quiet corner, invisible to most people.

You nodded in gratitude, taking a seat on one of the wooden chairs.

" What would you like?"

Looking contemplated, Raven asked, " What do you specialize in?"

Eyes sparkling in excitement at Raven's word, the lady clasped her hand together before clearing her throat, " Finally! The Silvering Winery specializes in mixed drinks."

Raising your eyebrow, curious of the reason for her being so excited, you asked, " Don't people come here for that since it's your specialty?"

Reacting to your question, the lady huffed out a sigh, her eyebrows crunching up in frustration. " Of course not! All we have coming are old, drunken men who know nothing more than jugs of those tasteless alcohol! With our location, even if so hidden, people still manage to find it. No one ever asks for mixed drinks... until now at least."

You smiled, taking interest in her talk, " Any recommendations you have?"

Tapping her chin carefully, the lady took her time to think as she scanned over the both of you. " Mhmm, how about this? I'll create drinks based on what I get from each of you."

Raven hummed in agreement while you nodded in interest," Please... Mmm...Is there perhaps a name we could possibly address you?"

Plushed lips curling up to a smile, she answered, " Please call me... Lisa."

" Sounds foreign."

Lisa nodded, " I'm from the west."

Smiling at her words, you introduced, " Please call me Phoenix."

" Raven."

" Then we'll be in your care, Lisa."

Turning around, Lisa headed off to what seemed to be the kitchen, " Don't worry, I never disappoint my customers."

You waited for the retrieving figure to enter the kitchen before setting your eyes back to the decor of the place. The whole venue was covered in wood, planks attached to the floor while chunkier pieces are used to form tables. Smaller pieces of wood are spotted splattered across the walls and the tops of the very many seats. On your guys' table, a tray sat there, holding a plate of sweets accompanied by two wooden cups, filled to the brim with scorching hot herbal tea.

Reaching over to grab yours, Raven following right after, you both enjoyed the taste of the herbs in silence. Letting the bitter taste coat your skin, you hummed in satisfaction as the warmth spread through your body, seeping into your core.

Unlike your usual mask where it covers your entire face, this one only covered half of it, thus making it much more convenient to use during these situations.

" It's been a while since we've had a normal conversation."

Humming in interest, Raven continued to sip her tea.

" How have you been?"

" ...I've been good. Just the usual stuff, nothing new."

Nodding in acknowledgement, you reach over to grab a piece of sweet.

" How have you been?"

Biting into the dessert, you munch on it while thinking over the question. " It's been hectic. This year has been a little ... overwhelming."

By the perked-up eyebrows, you could tell that she was interested in your wording but seeing how she had no intentions of mentioning it, you also dismissed the minor detail.

" The Master had given you such a significant mission, it's no wonder it would be so tiring."

Tightening your lip to form a small smile, you nodded in agreement, your head bouncing with the force. " In the beginning, I often wondered why the Master has assigned me to be leading this mission when there are clearly more suitable people than me."

" Who?"

Looking down to your own cup, you stared into the reflection of yourself painted on the layer of liquid. " ... For starters, you."

Chuckling at your response, Raven eyed your slightly sunken form. " Me? I have no interest in this type of mission. In fact, I'm quite glad that you were assigned to it. This way, at least, I have some reassurance that the mission is more likely to succeed."

Refusing to look at her, you smiled in acknowledgement, the happiness unable to reach your eyes.

Seeing your sullen state, Raven reached out her hand to grasp yours, comfortably stroking over your knuckles.

" You will do fine. In fact, you've done so much more than what that bastard has ever achieved in his entire life."

Wincing at Raven's profanity, you cracked out a smile.

" You're lucky he's dead, if not..." you spaced out, slicing your finger across your neck to continue your sentence.

Raven smiled at your joke. " You're part of the Crimson branch, Y/n, a predator that stands out among the rest," Raven reminded you, " I know that this is weighing a great deal of pressure on you but know that we are always here to assist you."

" ...You're really bittersweet, Raven."

Blinking calmly at your comment, Raven replied, " Of course."

Feeling the conversation fade away, you both followed the flow, quietly minding each other's interest.

" What's with the atmosphere here?" Lisa announced, entering the scene, carrying the beverages on a tray. " Now, now. Don't be too sullen. Let me cheer you up with these drinks," she proudly proclaimed.

Looking at the drinks that she had placed in front of you, your eyes glimmered in interest. Picking the cup up, you brought it closer to you, inspecting the contents within the cup.

" What is this?" You asked, sniffing the aroma that was escaping.

Resting her arms on her hips, she explained, " With Raven's, I decided to go with a simple drink. A combination of our winery's signature wine and rice wine have been added to highlight a clean yet edgy taste. Swan Knife"

Raven nodded, lips curling up in satisfaction. Picking up her cup, she slowly bring it to her lips, taking small gulps to savor the taste. " Swan Knife? Mhmm, it fits."

" Of course."

" What about mine?"

Clapping her hand in excitement, Lisa giddily answered, " Yours was a combination of the winery's freshest batch and an old brandy imported from the west. I topped the drink off with a little citrusy tang to highlight the harmony of the senses. Overall, you will experience the sharp, bitter, and tangy sensation in one mouthful. Bittersweet Kiss."

Taking in a deep breath, you mentally cringed at the name while Raven openly smirked at the coincidence. " Sounds like a roller coaster," you hummed, taking your gulp.

Closing your eyes, you let the taste of the alcohol cover every crevice of your mouth, confirming what Lisa said to be true.

" Interesting," you said, " Definitely worth your praise."

Preening at your praise, she happily thanked you.

Using the tea to cleanse your palate, you repeatedly go back and force between the two beverages.

" Why don't you join us, Lisa?" Raven offered.

Shaking her head, she gave out a sad expression, " I'm afraid that won't be possible. My other customers are waiting."

Taking a quick look around, you couldn't spot any other customer except for yourself and Raven. However, as if on cue, the door was slammed open, revealing a bunch of drunken men, toppling over each other to try and enter the space.

" LISA! Give me the usual!"

Rolling her eyes at the male, she quickly covered it with a smile, bowing in greeting at you before heading over to the other customers.

" She seemed like an interesting fellow," you noted before going back to your drink.

"... Has the Master been demanding?"

Stopping yourself at the question, you bite your lip in confliction. " In some aspects, yes, he is. But I still don't understand what we are getting out from these missions."

Raven swirl her drink in a circular motion. " The Master is planning something big."

You snorted, " Of course he is. He wouldn't assign me this mission for some petty excuses. You...you know something right?"

Confirming your theory at her refusal to look you in the eye, you nodded in understanding. " You don't need to tell me. I understand."

" No, it's not because I don't want to tell you but it's ... complicated. But what I can definitely guarantee you is that the Master is planning something that you will never expect."

Staring at her features, you slowly studied the face that you've known for years. Suddenly, you came up with a surprise connection, one you didn't expect to come nor become real.

" If I look at you now, you hold some resemblance with someone I know," you nonchalantly commented.

Stiffening at your sudden observation, Raven fidget with the cup in her hand as you stared her down, trying to identify who it was.

" Who?" She meekly asked.

"... H— No i think I've mistaken you with someone else," you covered up.

There's no way that this is a coincidence. I'm just overthinking it.

Subtly shutting her eyes at your response, it was obvious that Raven didn't wholeheartedly believe your words but ignored it either way.

" I heard that you started adopting consorts, and changed the initial plan."

" ... I did unconsciously recruit a few more consorts aside from Taehyung, and did manage to alter some part of the plan. However, I promised that it's nothing major. The plan is progressing relatively smoothly."

Chuckling at yoru panicked voice, she assured you, " It's fine. There's no need to panic, I was just asking... Are they good people?"

Unconsciously smiling at the thought, you hesitantly nodded. " They're interesting people. Certainly unique in their own little ways."

" You know that you attract many people to your ways, right?"

Snorting at her response, you cheekily grinned. " Good or bad, I wonder."

Raven looked at you knowingly, before smugly looking at the decor around you, not wanting to give out a verbal response. Raising your eyebrows at her antiques, you also took your stride in looking around.

On instinct, you looked over at the opened doors to be met with a background of the dark sky, illuminated by lanterns. Hastily standing up, you bided Raven goodbye, " Looks like it's my time to go now. When you have the time, make sure to stop at my place."

Going to the door, you almost couldn't catch Raven's greetings. Feeling a small smile adorned your face, you quickly exited the winery and back into the streets.

Looking at your previous spot, Raven mindlessly sipped her drink.

" They're certainly an interesting one, aren't they?" Lisa pipped in.

Raven smiled, " Definitely."

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Once again in the crowds of the festival, you hurriedly dodge through the drunkens, careful to not hit the vulnerables. Smiling every so often to showcase your politeness, your feet quickly carried you to the opposite end and eventually to a left turn.

Letting out a deep sigh, you were thankful for getting out of the mess in one piece. Just being in the place gets you to have flashbacks about previous experiences.

You slowed down your pace, making sure to not look any stranger than what already meets the eyes. . Unlike the previous district who was filled with energy, this place is quite tranquil considering it is a more major district of the capital.

Eyes constantly scanning the area, you felt yourself stopped at a particular parlour. Approaching the stall, you took your time admiring the items that were put on for sale.

Grazing over the various accessories, you smiled at how detailed the carvings are. Feeling your finger twitch at a certain ornament, you brought it closer for inspection. Hooking the look around your finger, you twirl it around to test its stability.

Not bad.

" Owner, are there any other colors or designs for this?"

Clasping her hand in excitement, the owner hurriedly displayed the other designs available.

Eyes sparkling in interest, you inspect ones that caught your sight but couldn't decide on which one to buy. Seeing your uncertainty, the owner said, " If you don't mind me asking but who is it you plan on giving it to?"

Looking up to look at her eyes that had started to droop from old age, you politely smiled. " I am planning to buy it for a... a friend."

Raising her eyebrows at your reply, the owner took a moment to look over at the collection, " Is there anything in particular that stands out about them?"

" ... sunshine."

Looking back and forth between you and the collection before she boldly handed you an ornament. Graciously accepting the ornament, you take a second to inspect the item.

" This norigae* is sewn from one of the most popular materials this year. Even though the threads are sewn together, similar to a rope, it is very soft yet also extremely steady. The customer had said that your friend holds similarity to the sun so I thought that the golden color would suit them."

Nodding at her observance, you happily accepted her advice. " Thank you. I will take this one."

Returning the ornament back to her, you looked down again at the accessories before spotting a few that had caught your eyes.

" Owner, please also pack these up for me," you said, pointing at a few items, " Here is the money. Keep the change."

Bowing at her in gratitude, you accepted the wooden box containing your goods before heading to the tea house. On the way, you once again tuck the box in your sleeves in case of any ill intentions roaming around.

Resuming your previous pace, you continue to scavenge around the district while on your way back to the tea house. Amidst the way, you noticed an inconsistent pattern of people that were accumulating in front of a store nearby, coincidentally blocking your path.

I must be aligned with crowds today, you sighed.

After standing in the same spot for a few moments, you begrudgingly put on a brave face and courageously walk toward the crowd, hoping to not be pulled to pieces.

Taking a deep breath at a particular hard jab, you desperately sucked in the warm, moist air around you, trying to not groan too loudly. Tightening your stomach in an attempt to make yourself seem smaller, you try your best to push through the crowd of people.

Hissing at a young lady that had bumped into you, stepping on your toe in the process, you suddenly found yourself stuck in the center, with no available escape route.

Sighing at your unfortunate situation, regretting your decision, you were suddenly aware of the admiring gazes that wee being pulled. Looking around in curiosity, you wondered why everyone was looking so intrigued ... until you heard the strings of the gayageum* being plucked.

Ears on alert at the melody that was being played, you turned your head in the direction, your feet unconsciously headed towards the music until you were just behind a few other bypassers.

Once you had registered what was happening, your eyes widened in surprise at the main highlight of the performance.

Hoseok.

There he was, your Noble Consort, was at the center, seemingly carrying all the major parts of the piece, giving no care to the crowd that had surrounded him. Eyes closed, Hoseok let himself go and simply followed the flow of the music, in a complete trance where the only thing that existed was himself and the melody.

Robes fluttering along with his movement, Hoseok continue to move with th music, seemingly becoming one with the melody.

Speechless at the scene that is happening in front of you, you stared at his dancing figure in complete silence, completely forgetting where you are, too focus on Hoseok, himself. It also seemed that you were too involved in the performance that you, also gave no care to your surroundings.

Eyes staring at Hoseok, at his every movement— twirls, turns, and jumps, you engulfed yourself to enjoy the performance, deciding to put away your questions for later.

Slowly, one song after another ended yet Hoseok still kept dancing while you kept your eyes glued on him. No matter how many times you were pushed around, or the constant change in neighbours, you still remained in your spot only snapping out of your daze at a particular hard push.

Eyes glaring at the intruding figure, you shake your head to clear up your mind. Noticing at the slow change in melody indicating that the song was about to end, you looked at Hoseok one last time before turning around and returning to your tracks, this time making sure to not go off it.

At least I know I'm not the only one who's late.

As you calmly walk through the street, the scene that had unfolded in front of your eyes kept coming back. Hoseok's smooth yet sharp moves, soft yet powerful gestures, and how he managed to control the air around him made you more curious about him.

Who exactly are you?

Silently entering the tea house, you were too deep into your thought that you had even dismissed the greetings of the servants and instead just followed their lead to your previous spot.

" Give me a serving of the sweets to go," you mindless order.

Leaning back against the chair, you glanced down the window, searching for Hoseok's incoming figure. However, you soon find out that he wasn't going to come anytime soon. Even after receiving your sweets, Hoseok still did not come.

Placing the money down on the table, you grabbed the sweets and left the establishment and instead settled for the outside stairs to wait for him. Feeling your skin itch in agitation, you feel your anxiety increase as the minute goes by.

Where is he?

Feeling your mood getting increasingly worse, you accidentally growled at a man that accidentally touched you. Apologizing was a hazy memory when you were in this current state yet you still find yourself waiting, somehow not finding the need to go and find him yourself. However, in all of foolishness, Hoseok is bound to get at least a few of your lectures.

Finally, after the moon was halfway on its route, a familiar figure finally appeared. Letting out a breath that you didn't know existed, you ruffled your hair in both relief and frustration; both emotions aiming at him.

" Where have you been?"

Flinching at your cold tone, Hoseok couldn't bring himself to look at you. Instead, he opted to look down at the floor, in shame.

" Did you realize what time it is?" You asked, " When did we agree to meet?"

Once again, you were met with absolute silence. At this time, most of the stores and parlours had closed with only a few lanterns available to illuminate the street.

However, unlike the calm and tranquil the cool night should bring you, you felt a wave of frustration engulf you. In the back of your mind, you thanked your abilities to heal the wounds in time. Because without it, the wound would have already reopened with how hard you were clenching your arm.

Aside from your blazing eyes and your tense grasp on your sword, Hoseok couldn't find any other evidence of your anger. However, even without any evidence, he knew that you were letting out anything but positive energy.

" Whatever, we'll talk about this at a later date," you said, drawing a shaky sigh before presenting your arm, " Let's go."

Looking at your arm, Hoseok hesitantly holds onto it before letting himself be dragged by you.

The silence presented during your guys' walk was what Hoseok had expected when he accepted your invitation. However, he also understood the reason for why such a tense sensation was presented and was not naturally there.

As you approached the palace gates, you let go of Hoseok's hand, reaching into your sleeve to take out your hopae*. When the guard spotted your tag, he immediately opened the gate, letting you both in. Before going in, you reached over to Hoseok to entangle your hand with his, not saying anything at his surprised expression. Thankfully, Hoseok also followed the flow and didn't comment on your actions.

During the way to the Noble Consort's courtyard, an eunuch had run over, offering to help guide you but was answered by a denial. Instead, you took the lantern from his hands and dismissed him.

Once you both were finally in front of Hoseok's courtyard, you finally let go of his hand. Hoseok, who was about to bow to you, stopped when he saw you reach into your sleeve, seemingly looking for something.

Unlatching the rope that had secured the box, you quickly took out the norigae that you previously brought. Throwing it over to Hoseok's direction, you turned around and began to walk to your courtyard, not looking at his reaction.

" A souvenir from me. If it's not to your fancy, throw it away."

Hastily catching the item that you had disposed into his hands, he confusingly looked at it before realizing what it was. Grazing over the norigae fondly, Hoseok carefully untangled the knots. Grasping the ornament tightly, he felt his lips turn upward at your gestures. Bringing it close to his chest, he looked at your disappearing figure, attentively.

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Within the next month of the announcement, news of the arrival of the new consorts began to enter the palace, and eventually, reaching the court. The ministers and officials were overjoyed at the news, happy that they were still sending over the candidates despite your announcement.

Unlike others who were happy about the consorts' arrival, Taehyung was still soured over the news, as well as your choice.

Despite Taehyung's obvious disapproval, it was customary for you to at least spend a night with each consort in the first week, especially if they were from a different country.

On your first night of the three, you met your first choice from the piles of possible candidates.

Sato Chungho, was a righteous man who had an outstanding record and an ambition in politics. He was so intrigued by it that you had spent the entire night talking about the subject.

" Politics, you say?" You asked curiously as you propped your chin on your hand.

Chungho enthusiastically nodded, eyes trained on your every movement. " Yes, your majesty."

You hummed, " Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

Looking down at his hands, Chungho fidgets with the fabric of his attire. " I had heard that your majesty is well versed in this field. Since I have met you, I ... I knew that love would never be able to blossom between the two of u—"

" Why would you say that?" You interrupted, eyes peering down at him in interest.

" You might not know this, your majesty but you have been a very popular topic in Shihoma. Previously, we all had known about how terrible the Corea's monarch was but since your arrival, everyone couldn't help but be intrigued by how you managed to take him down. More importantly, the way you handled this Consort Selection both showcases your dominance and how you're not afraid to flaunt it. Many would have to think twice about doing this, especially for a country that has yet to establish a good reputation."

" Then wouldn't my actions be considered to be reckless. If you think about it, won't it be easy for other countries to fight ours since it's so vulnerable right now?"

Chungho shakes his head, " It would be unlikely because most people know that most of the soldiers had gone to your side before and during the rebellion. You didn't lose that many soldiers so attacking you is not a minor matter."

Raising your eyebrows at his answer, you nodded your head. " Then what would you like?"

" I would like..." Chungho gulped, " to learn more about politics under you."

A potential.

Cracking a smile at his uncertainty, you stand up from your seat. Waving your hands to signal him to come over, you invited, " Come. Play a game of go with me."

With that, Chungho giddily accepted your invitation and both of you found yourself spending the entire night indulged in all the games you had available.

On the second night, things turned out to be more interesting with the second consort.

" Chin-Hae means the truth and a vast ocean, correct?" You had asked.

" Yes, your majesty."

" And you're a son of a merchant?"

" Yes, your majesty."

Scanning at him from top to the bottom, and bottom to top, you couldn't decipher the unsettled feeling that is blooming within your chest. You have been caught up in many situations where there is a sense of familiarity despite being strangers. And this is one of those situations.

" You look familiar."

" I am afraid that we have never meet until today," he said, " However, you might have find my demeanour similar to some of the envoys that are currently residing in the palace."

" ... you're from Xin May yet you behave like the Ecenyths, you must have travelled quite a bit."

" As a merchant's child, I have started travelling since I could even remember. However, I did spent a reasonable amount of time in Ecenyth."

You hummed in acknowledgement. " Tell me the stories of the land you have visited."

" Where would you like to hear first, your majesty?"

" ... Xin May," you decided, " Tell me the culture, people, myths, legends. Anything of interest to your home country."

Chin-Hae smiled, " Yes, your majesty."

As a result, you spent the entire night listening to the various stories from Chin-Hae; from the land's culture to personal experiences and connection, Chin-Hae had told it in such an interesting manner that it captivated you every step of the way. He truly is a merchant.

I wonder if Seokjin is also good at storytelling.

On the third and final night, you were beyond exhausted with being deprived of sleep for two days straight and the constant piles that were presented on your desk. Thus, you didn't have as much energy as usual and hoped that today will be like the other two.

Turns out, the third time was really the charm since it was completely different from the rest.

Entering your bedroom, you wanted nothing more than to fall onto the bed and travel to dreamland. Feet dragging your slouched body to the familiarity of your bed, you were suddenly hit with the realization of the slight change in the room's placement.

Sobering up at the thought of an intrusion, you glared at every change in your normally simple chamber, feeling the irritation in you double. Aside from the difference in decor, the usual scent of lavender that would caress your skin was replaced with an overpowering scent of perfume. Feeling a headache reappearing, you sluggishly walked towards your bed only to be met with a big clump covered by a thin, transparent fabric.

The person must have noticed your speechless demeanour when they let out soft, high-pitched giggles. Normally, you would have define the noise as angelic but with your non-sobered state, fondness was not on top of the list.

Harshly grabbing the fabric, you forcefully tugged it off the figure and threw it to the floor. Looking into the bright yet hazy black orbs, you find yourself not knowing what to do.

" Greetings to your majesty."

Squinting your eyes in an attempt to find familiarity in the person in front to you but unable to do so, you find yourself speechless of what to say nor do. Suddenly, you realized that he was the one who you have chosen randomly, a person that you didn't even bother knowing the name of.

Turning the other way, guiltily, you refused to look into the person's eye, ashamed as what you did that day. However, the person seated on your bed took your action as an attempt to distance yourself away from him. As a result, he sneakily reach out his hand to touch your clenched ones.

Shivering at the chilling skin that had enveloped into your warmer ones, you looked at him, waiting to see what he would do.

As if knowing what you were hinting, the person took the opportunity to pull you to him, successfully setting you seated next to him.

Taking a deep breath, you could define the different fragrances that he was using.

Rose, with a light note of chamomile, citrus, lavender? No, what is it?

Confused at what you were smelling, you didn't notice the roaming hands that were venturing your body until it travelled to your thigh. In a moment of panic, you pushed him away from you, shocking him in the process.

" You... what's your name?"

Yet to recover from the sudden shove, the male hastily replied, " P-park Jimin, your majesty."

Awkwardly nodding at his answer, you make sure to raise your hands, signalling that you meant no harm. " I apologize, Jimin-ssi. There was so much work that I seemed to forget your name," you said, shuffling away.

You knew that lying was bad in this situation but you also knew that saying that he was chosen in a matter of luck was worse. In other terms, he was lucky to be picked and wasn't picked based on his capabilities unlike the other two.

There's no way that I'll tell him that.

Once again, using the opening of you drifting off, Jimin approached you, hands delicately running up your legs, eyes glimmering with mischief and flirtatiousness.

Speechless at what he was doing, you could only stare as he continued to venture across the span of your skin. Gently prying his hands off you, you push Jimin away. This time, on alert for any of his upcoming initiatives.

" So tell me about yourself," you said, brushing off what had just happened.

Staring at you confusingly, Jimin's finger twitches in agitation. " Why are you doing this?"

" What do you mean?" You asked, scrunching up your nose.

" Why are you asking these questions when you already know the answer?" He asked, eyes hiding behind his bangs.

" I apologize, it seems that I have offended you. These past few days have been so busy that I haven't had the time to go over your profile yet."

" You didn't even have the time to look into me?" He murmured, eyes locked on the velvet sheets.

You waved your hand in a hurry, protesting. " Of course not. I sincerely apologize. I truly didn't have the time to do so."

Part of it was true while the other wasn't being told. Yes, you have been extremely busy that you didn't have any spare time and would go to sleep straight away after you return to your courtyard. However, you also did pick Jimin randomly, thus not having the fresh opportunity to look at his portrait.

You were really regretting your decisions of following the ministers' miscellaneous plans.

Picking his head up, you propped them on top of your hand, directly looking into his own. Seeing his stunned expression because of your initiatives was something unexpectedly amusing; plushed lips puckered out to form a pout, a crimson shade that is spreading along the span of his cheeks, and eyes widen in such a manner that you almost couldn't stop yourself from cooing about his cuteness.

Regretting at not seeing his painted portrait, you wonder if the artist managed to capture his beauty.

Smiling gently at your gestures, Jimin blinks continuously to try and seduce you.

Smirking at his antiques, you followed whatever he was luring you into before trapping him under your body. Arms placed on either side of him, Jimin bravely looked at you, eyebrows raised in a suggestive manner.

Lowering yourself until you were barely above him, you whispered into his ear, " What do you think you're doing."

Feeling an unfamiliar sensation blooming within his core, Jimin unhurriedly replied, " Whatever your majesty wants to do, I will follow."

Smirking at his response, you continue to tease him by grazing your finger lightly across his skin, similar to what he had done to you. Seeing him squirm at the feeling was definitely a sight to see; amidst your teasing, you could even see a slight change in demeanour for a moment before it was covered by the previous thin layer of lust.

How interesting.

" Oh really?"

Shivering at the moisture of your breath, Jimin couldn't help but anticipate what was about to happen. However, his fantasize was cut short when he was no longer pinned down, the previous pressure dissipating into the air.

Pulling away from Jimin, you turned around, starting to take off your robe. " You may stay here if you wish. We can talk about whatever but nothing related to what we just did."

" ... So you just wanted to tease me?"

Clenching your fist at his question, you shakily replied, " I apologize. I... I wanted to find out something."

Jimin bit his lip, eyes glaring at your back. " And that gives you the need to tease me? You may be my master, your majesty. But I am still a human who has feelings."

" ... I apologize."

" Apologies, apologies," Jimin huffed out, " If you don't want me here then I will leave."

Standing up, Jimin takes the fabric, previously thrown to the floor and wrapped it around himself. Walking past you, Jimin didn't look at you and instead focused on the door. Pushing the doors open, Jimin was about to leave but was suddenly pulled back.

Gasping at the pulling force, Jimin staggered backwards into your chest. " I did say that I would let you leave but I didn't agree to you leaving while in such a foul mood."

Now, against your chest, you and Jimin were at the same height, none towering over the other but within your presence, Jimin found himself cowering under your watchful eyes.

" W-what do you want now?"

" I want to apologize to you," you said, " What do you want me to do?"

Turning around to look into your eyes, Jimin undoubtedly could sense your genuinity. Still trapped in your embrace, Jimin took his time to think and weigh the possible outcomes.

" You would do whatever I say?"

" If it's reasonable, yes. I would do anything."

Taking into consideration of your words, Jimin giddily thought up of various options. " Then... give me jewelry as compensation."

" Jewelry? What do you want specifically?"

" Anything that shows your favour in me. Things that would make people envy my position by your side."

You nodded, agreeing with his terms. " I will have something prepared for you by tomorrow and sent to your courtyard. For now..."

Looking over at your drawers, eyes sparkling up at the idea. Unlatching your arms around Jimin, you walked up to your drawers. Pulling a small drawer, you gingerly searched around before pulling a certain item out.

Returning to where you previously were, you gestured for him to turn around. You carefully placed the accessories against his skin, encasing the knot to secure the necklace in place. " Keep this as a promise that I will fulfill my role."

Grasping the pendant, Jimin looked over the design in awe before cracking a smile.

Seeing his smile, you commented, " I see that you ar—"

" Acceptable," Jimin arrogantly said.

" I'm glad," you said, walking towards the table, pouring yourself a cup of tea, " Let's have a proper conversation now, shall we?"

Rolling his eyes at your comment, Jimin clenched the fabric wrapped around him before heading towards the table, taking a seat opposite of you.

" Now, what can I know about you, Jimin-ssi."

" You don't need to be that formal. Please call me Jimin."

You smiled, " Gladly."

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" Now tell me about the Scavenge Disaster."

Hastily going through the notes that he had memorized yesterday, Jungkook clumsily replied, " The Scavenged Disaster was a breakout of droughts in the southern regions forcing many to go get refuge in other places?"

" Continue."

" Mhmm.. the Sca—"

" Say it with more confidence," Taehyung interrupted.

Shooting him a glare, you scrunched up your eyebrows in frustration. Opening your mouth, you were about to say something when Taehyung continued to interrupt you.

" How can you not remember the basics?" He degraded once he saw the hesitation that still lingered in Jungkook's eyes.

Eyes widening at his words, you shouted, " Royal Consort! Be careful with your words!"

Rolling his eyes at your word, Taehyung leaned back against his seat and focused on Jungkook, waving his hand for him to continue.

Shaking your head, you roughly slumped down into your seat, ignoring the stare that Jungkook was giving you.

Swallowing all the tension down, Jungkook went back to what he has been doing, now, even more agitated.

From the start of today's lesson, the intensity of the air in the room was at an abnormal level. You all have noticed the change but no one put in the effort to address it.

" When did this occur?"

" Ten years before the previous dynasty ended."

" How old were you then?"

" I was... ten at that time."

" I heard that you were constantly out of the palace," you said, " Must have been hard for you." Nonchalantly looking down at the papers on the table, you didn't caught Taehyung's soured gaze.

" Ten? You're barely an adult now. Must have been a little brat," Taehyung commented.

Sighing, you tiredly looked over at him, " Brat? Look at you right now. You're the brattiest yet."

Taehyung scowled at your comment, " Whatever. What has this lesson turned into? A personal bonding time for the two of you? Forget it, we're done for today. I'm not in the mood for it."

" Jungkook you may go," you dismissed him, letting out an exhausted sigh, and rubbed your tensed eyebrows. Seeing Taehyung also standing up, you were quick to confront him, " You, dear Royal Consort, is staying until I tell you otherwise."

Turning around, Taehyung looked at you with raised eyebrows, challenging you. " You can't control me."

" As long as I have the crown, there is nothing I can't get my hands onto, including you."

Huffing at your comment, Taehyung slumped down into his seat, not looking at you.

" Why are you like this?" You asked, frustrated.

" Why are you asking me? Ask yourself!" He yelled out, disbelief clearly adorned on his face.

" What did I do?"

" You took in three other consorts!"

" I was forced to!"

" You're the owner of this land, no one can control you." He said, using your comment as payback.

You chewed on your cheek at your words getting backfired. " It's a minor problem, there's nothing for you to worry about."

" Minor problem? Sure it is. So incredibly small that it caused chaos in the imperial court, agitating all the ministers."

" If you're worried about them interrupting ou—"

" I don't care about the plan. What if they fancy you!" He retorted, pouting at his own words.

Eyebrows raised at Taehyung's tantrum, you unconsciously lean back to enjoy the show.

" You're worried that they will gain power if they have my favour?"

" That too," Taehyung muttered.

" Don't worry. Chung-ho and Chin-Hae aren't in the mindset of settling down," you reassured, " Chung-ho is too busy with his interest in politics while Chin-Hae will be travelling."

During your guys' little talk, you had personally promised to give Chin-Hae the privilege to exit the palace at will in return for little souvenirs that he will bring back. This may sound immature but you have plans for those items.

" You guys are on first-name-basis now? Whatever, whatever, whatever... Then what about the third one?" He asked.

You tilted your head confusingly, not able to hear what he just said. " What did you say?"

Taehyung looked at you, eyes piercing into your own. " I asked about the third one. Jimin was it?"

" Jimin?" You pulled out, chewing on your head as you remember what had happened on your guys' first meeting. " I don't know."

Taehyung pouted, " Then there is still a possibility!"

" If you don't trust my words then go see for yourself."

At your words, Taehyung turned around and walked out. " I will."

I will see for myself what you all have.

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A week later, Taehyung upholds his promise by arranging an informal afternoon tea meetup with the rest of the harem. He definitely needed to see how these consorts are faring.

Seated in the middle of the round table where every person that comes and goes is in his vision field, Taehyung patiently waited for all the guests to arrive.

Slowly, the Blue Pearl garden started to get crowded by people, surrounding the table situated under the gazebo.

On his left, seated the Imperial Consort, the only consort that he, the Royal Consort has to show some face to.

It is best said that the relationship between the Imperial Consort and himself is not the best but it's also not the worst.

We just don't align, is what he would like to say.

Maybe in another situation, he and the Imperial Consort can find a common ground but in a harem, he is barely able to keep it under his control without the interference of another party. As a result, if's they can't be acquaintances then being neutrals would do.

Naturally, the farther they are to the host, the inferior their status is, meaning that when those new consorts arrive, they will be on the opposite side of him. More specifically, facing him directly on this round table.

On his right, there sat the eldest Noble Consort, who was all too busy with looking at the surrounding to spare him no mind.

I must agree to what Y/N had said. Childlike yet witty.

Perking up at another incoming group, Taehyung smiled in greeting. " Ah, Consort Sato, welcome. Take a seat next to Noble Consort Jung."

Bowing down in greetings, Chungho smiled at Taehyung's words. " Greetings to the Royal Consort, Imperial Consort Min, and Noble Consort Jung," he said before heading towards the seat next to Hoseok's

At least this kid knows manners.

Taehyung smiled in satisfaction, " Good. I like you."

" I'm honoured to be in your favour."

" The Consort Yang has arrived!" The eunuch outside announced.

Turning his attention towards the entrance, Taehyung gently nodded in greetings, already not liking the person with a tacky smile.

Unlike Chungho, who was dressed in the imperial hanbok, expected of a concubine's status; and behaved in a way much like so. Chin-Hae, instead wore the clothes of his homeland, and put on a disgustingly confident smile.

Normally, Taehyung would have overlooked this as he is also interested in ways one can express themselves through fashion but when that person is his rival, he simply can't overlook it.

Like understanding what he was trying to convey, a maid by his side stood up. " Consort Wang sure is unique."

Instead of being offended, Chin-Hae beamed at her words.

Seeing his expression, Taehyung also smiled in amusement. " Take a seat, Consort Yang."

Interesting.

" I heard that Xin May is a really energetic country."

" The epicenter for festivals and entertainment," Taehyung piped in, casually.

" It really is. I would say that I am forced to attend at least a dozen festivals every year. And that doesn't even account to the ones specific to each region."

Eyes widening in surprise, Hoseok leaned forward in curiosity. " That must really be eventful."

" Sounds like you were busy."

" I really wasn't. Besides, I would trade time for the smallest chance of getting to attend. Unfortunately, my father is trying to train me to inherit the business. Days fill with work and politics is too much for me to cope, however..." Chin-Hae denied, sighing at the thought of the constant work piles.

Blinking at his words, Hoseok commented, " Right, I heard that Consort Sato is interested in politics from your majesty. Is it true?"

Looking up from his hands, Consort Sato bashfully nodded. " I have been interested in politics since childhood but was never allowed to have any information on it."

" You enjoy politics? Such a unique hobby."

Taehyung opened his mouth, preparing to say something when he was suddenly interrupted with an announcement.

" Consort Park has arrived!"

Raising his eyebrows at the incoming figure, Taehyung propped his head on top of his hand.

Now, this is a sight to see.

Compared to the rest, Jimin's attire was overly done. From the expensive materials that were used, to the intricate designs that were sew onto the fabric, one could definitely tell that he was born noble.

With every step, the bells of his bracelet could be heard jingling as Jimin draws closer to the gazebo. Putting on a confident smile, Jimin did a slight bow in greetings, hands clasped over his chest.

" Consort Park certainly is prepared," Chin-Hae commented, astonished at his attire.

" I thank the Consort Yang for the compliment."

Taehyung bitterly smiled at the act, feeling his slowly adrenaline rise.

" Please take a seat, Consort Park. The sun is already in its third quarter and the event has yet to start. Without any further interrupti—"

" Apologies, apologies, Royal Consort. I had to do some work and forgot the time. I didn't miss out on anything major, did I?" A booming voice exclaimed, racing from the entrance to where they were.

Taehyung scowled at the familiar voice, eyes glaring at the rushed figure.

" Merchant of the South," Hoseok greeted.

Like who Hoseok had said, the steps of Seokjin grew closer to the gazebo, face brightened up at the sight in front of him. Stopping meters away from the entrance, Seokjin bent down to a bow in greeting. " Greetings to the Consorts."

" I was not aware that you were invited."

" Apologies, I immediately rushed over the moment I heard that you were holding tea time."

You knew that you were not invited and yet..., Taehyung rolled mentally rolled his eyes before looking to the side, silently motioning for the arrangements to be done.

Nodding at his signal, the person focused on the preparations, no longer caring at the stares he was receiving.

" Seems like you knew that you were not invited," Yoongi straightforwardly pointed out, " Why are you here then?"

Motioning the maid to go get another chair, Hoseok added, " Are you here to greet the new consorts?"

" Partially. I was getting curious at the uprising of the new trio and wanted to go see for myself."

Unlike others, Jimin reacted at the comment by clenching his jaded fist. Staring like I'm an animal, how daring.

Looking around, Jimin noticed how no one was fazed by Seokjin's words, secretly stunned at how nonchalantly all of them are until his eyes met with Yoongi's. Flusteredly looking away, Jimin made a move to smooth out his attire, fidgeting with the fabric along the way.

" Apologies, only those who have been given permission to attend can do so," Taehyung's eyes narrowed Seokjin's figure, " Besides, I believe the envoy has much better things to attend to than some measly tea event."

The merchant shook his head in disapproval, " Attending this event is also part of my duties. The emperor has specifically ordered me to visit the consorts frequently to build a better relationship with them... Also, it had seemed that I was not the only one that came without being invited." After that, Seokjin's eyes automatically set its attention on the person behind the table of herbs.

The host smiled, grabbing his wooden fan on the table before flicking it open, gently oscillating it, " Hmm?... Ah, care to answer that by yourself?"

Setting down the equipment, Namjoon unhurriedly waited for all the boiled water to drain from the pot before gently placing it on the tray. Motioning the maids to bring it, Namjoon made his way to the centre table, smiling all the way. Stopping a couple of steps behind Taehyung, Namjoon clasped his left hand over his right and bowed, " I apologize for not greeting you, Consorts... Envoy of Ecenyth. Thanks to the Royal Consort, I have the honour of concocting all the drinks that will be served."

Scanning up and down, Jimin observed Namjoon's manners, picking up the Royal Consort's obvious favour towards him. So he is on his side, or maybe... Jimin smiled at the thought which skillfully got hidden by a tea cup placed in front of him.

" Concocting? Sounds like this will have many benefits."

" Of course, Noble Consort Jung. It wouldn't be right of me to not prepare a nutritious drink," Namjoon explained.

Hoseok only smiled but made no attempt to reach out for the cup. " Please sit down, envoy. Why not have a cup of tea while you are here?" He offered once he realized Seokjin was still standing.

Smiling gratefully, Seokjin quietly slipped on to the seat that was just delivered.

Scanning around, Taehyung noted how not a single person had consumed the tea. " Why aren't you tasting it? This variety is quite fragrant and won't be as nutritious if taken cold," Taehyung commented, letting out a teasing smile, " Perhaps you all are afraid that it is poisoned?"

Feeling the people around him tensed at his blunt words, Taehyung picked up his own cup before taking a sip from it, flipping it over to show he had finished it. " See? Now, drink up."

Sighing at Taehyung's words, Yoongi deadpanned at how appetizing and easy it was to step into his trap. How annoying, he thought, glancing at Namjoon before staring into his own. Yoongi gracefully lifted the cup to his nasal, taking in a whiff of its scent. Placing the porcelain edge against his lips, Yoongi carefully took a sip. " Not poisoned."

Making eye contact with Hoseok, Yoongi subtly nodded, confirming what he previously said was true. Relying on his words, Hoseok also took a sip and smiled at the pleasant taste. " Such a smooth taste."

Taehyung smiled, at least we work considerably well together.

" I'm glad that this tea has satisfied you."

" Move on to the next course," Taehyung ordered, " I hope you all haven't ate anything today."

At his command, the surrounding servants were put to work. Skilfully replacing the dishes placed on the tables with new ones, one can see the obvious change in style.

" The decorations have changed," Chin-Hae commented, looking at the sight in front of him in amazement.

Giggling at his comment, Taehyung nodded. " Of course. Now that we are waiting on the next course, allow me to explain today's concept," taehyung started, picking up the previous course's cup, " With each change in course, a new course will be bestowed based on a designated season. The previous was spring, this time will be summer, eventually becoming autumn and winter."

Eyes sparkling at Taehyung's voice, Jimin couldn't help but clasp an exaggerated gesture over his petite face in awe. " Such consideration the Royal Consort has put in."

Taehyung nodded his head in gratitude, continuing to swing his fan back and forth.

" Unlike spring, summer is considerably heavier so the Royal Consort has highlighted the use of fruits?" Hoseok asked.

" Correct. Do you know the reason why?"

" Because summer has the largest spectrum in terms of fruits."

Snorting at his words, Taehyung said, " Of course, envoy. However, aside from the taste, there is another factor to why I have put it here."

" Why?" Chungho asked, curious.

" It's because fresh fruits symbolises vitality, youth, abundance... and fertility," Taehyung smiled. "Either way, isn't it the perfect description of the Nurturing Solstice?"

Blushing at the Royal Consort's indications, Jimin couldn't help but wonder what his life will now be like.

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" They were talking about the Nurturing Solstice?" You asked, " Taehyung must have had a fun time."

Compared to the past, the current Nurturing solstice is quite watered down. Previously, the Nurturing Solstice did not only mark the start of a new harvest season but also the start of something more humanly— something more mature.

" Yes, the new consorts were blushing at the Royal Consort's openness."

" Let him have his fun. Cooping up in the palace isn't good for anyone," you said, " Right, make sure to keep an eye on the new consorts, especially Chin-Hae."

Clenching his hands, Chin-Hwa clumsily bowed at you tonal command, " yes, your majesty."

Glancing at his posture from your spot, you observed how uncomposed he became. Sighing, you leaned against the window frame, gazing out of the window. " The sky is darkening."

" Yes, you majesty. It is estimated that the storm will go on for at least three days."

You hummed at his reply, " As expected... an abrupt change is about to occur."

Tilting his head at your sudden comment, Chin-Hwa shot you a confused glance.

Dismissing his stare, you continue to stare at the sky.

It's just that I don't know how though.

Definitions:

Norigae - a traditional korean accessory that is usually hung at the waist at a person. It acts as a fashion item as well as a good-luck charm to bring youth and wealth to the person.

Gayageum - a Korean board zieuter, with 12 silk strings, and 12 movable bridges. Made from paulownia wood, he zither is about 160cm(62 inches) long and 30cm(12 inches) wide.

Hopae - an identification tag that carries the bearer's name, place of birth, status, residence during the Joseon dynasty.