The King's obsession

                                    

                                          

The grand hall of the Bora Kingdom was a testament to the power and prestige of its ruler.
Massive columns of marble stretched to a ceiling adorned with intricate carvings depicting the kingdom's glorious victories.
 At the head of a long, ornate table sat King Jeon Jungkook, his ice-cold demeanour as sharp as the blade he was famed for wielding. His dark eyes scanned the faces of his advisors, their expressions a mix of respect and apprehension.
By his side stood Min Yoongi, the King's uncle and trusted regent. 
Yoongi's calm and collected nature was a stark contrast to the intensity that radiated from Jungkook. As the final advisor finished his report, Jungkook's voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"Enough. We have our plan," Jungkook said, his tone brooking no argument. "Ensure the borders are reinforced. I will not tolerate any breach of our defences."

The advisors nodded in unison, hastily gathering their documents and bowing before they exited the hall. Jungkook leaned back on his throne, his expression unreadable.

Yoongi observed his nephew, his voice measured and calm. "Your strategy is sound, Your Majesty. The kingdom is secure under your rule."

Jungkook's response was a mere nod. His mind was already drifting to a different matter, a more personal conquest that consumed his thoughts. He stood abruptly. "The meeting is adjourned."

As he made his way through the corridors of the palace, his mind lingered on the image of Taehyung, his wife's handmaiden. 

There was something about her that stirred a fire within him—her beauty, her grace, the way she moved with an elegance that seemed otherworldly. And yet, it was the shyness in her eyes when she looked at him that intrigued him the most.
Jungkook found Queen Sohee in the royal garden, a picturesque expanse of flowers and fountains that she adored. She was seated on a stone bench, reading a book. Beside her, tending to a patch of roses, was Taehyung. The sight of her made his heart quicken.

"Good afternoon, Sohee," Jungkook greeted his wife, his voice devoid of warmth but tinged with the formality expected of him.

Sohee looked up, a polite smile on her lips. "Good afternoon, Jungkook. How was the council meeting?"

"As expected," he replied curtly, his gaze already drifting towards Taehyung. The maid's head was bowed, her hands delicately pruning the flowers. "I wanted to see how you were faring."

Sohee raised an eyebrow slightly, knowing her husband's true intentions but saying nothing of it. "I am well, thank you."

Jungkook's eyes lingered on Taehyung, watching the way the sunlight played off her hair, the graceful movements of her hands. He felt a rush of desire, an almost primal need to possess her. His voice softened, directed towards Taehyung. "How are the roses today, Taehyung?"

Taehyung looked up, her cheeks flushing at the sudden attention. "They are blooming beautifully, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

The shyness in her eyes only fueled Jungkook's obsession. He stepped closer, his presence towering over her. "You have a talent for bringing out their beauty," he said, his voice low and intimate.

Taehyung's blush deepened, and she quickly looked down, unable to meet his intense gaze. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Sohee watched the exchange with a measured gaze, her jealousy simmering beneath the surface. She understood her husband's intentions all too well. Jungkook was a noble king, and no ruler could simply take a maid to warm his bed, let alone make her queen. Sohee's position was secure, but she would not be a silent observer.

As Jungkook stepped back, Sohee's voice carried a soft, enigmatic tone. "Taehyung, you must be careful with the roses," she said, her words laced with a double meaning. "They have a way of drawing you in with their beauty and leaving you with thorns."

Taehyung nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She had seen the hunger in Jungkook's eyes, and it frightened her as much as it intrigued her. Little did she know, she was already ensnared in the King's obsession, a delicate rose caught in the grip of a storm.

Jungkook straightened, forcing himself to step back, though his mind was already plotting his next move. "Continue your work, Taehyung. You bring great beauty to the garden."

With that, he turned to Sohee, offering a perfunctory nod. "I will take my leave now. Duty calls."

Sohee nodded, her eyes following him as he walked away. Once he was out of earshot, she glanced at Taehyung, her voice cool and layered with meaning.
 "Roses may bloom beautifully, Taehyung, but they remain in the garden where they belong. They should remember their roots."
Taehyung's hands trembled slightly, and she nodded, still not daring to look up. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Sohee watched her for a moment longer before returning to her book, the warning delivered, her mind already scheming how to maintain her position should things escalate. For now, she would let the game play out, secure in the knowledge that in the world of nobility, pawns were easily sacrificed.

As Taehyung resumed her work, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of being desired by a force as unstoppable as the tide. And in the distance, Jungkook's mind was consumed by thoughts of the beautiful maid, his obsession growing with each passing moment.