The Prince's face morphed into confusion when he noticed the lack of the King's guard outside his door. He was even more confused when one of his uncle's guard had stopped him from entering his father's room, that has never happened before. Behind him, Yoongi grunted in annoyance. He could hear yelling inside, and soon after, he was escorted inside. Immediately, his heart sank. He didn't know who to reach first, his dead father on the floor or the girl he wanted to marry who was captured by the guards, her mouth gagged. Yoongi reacted quickly, keeping a hand on the Prince so that he wouldn't fall.
"Prince Namjoon, thank goodness you're here." Daehan exclaimed, clutching his arm loosely to make more blood spill out. The Prince stood motionless and stared at his father, the person who taught him everything he knows, the person who remained with him of hours when he was sick as a child, the person he never wanted to die.
"Father." he called out, choking on his tears. His feet moved on their own until he reached the corpse. His knees gave out and he slumped down, holding the cold, dead hand. "Appa, please wake up." The prince cried harder when he noticed the blade on the side of the King's neck, the blood had stopped by now and it stained the wooden floor. "What happened?" he demanded. Daehan pretended to be in shock still.
"I-I don't know. I came in to welcome him back from his trip and I found him in this state. And I found her" he pointed right at you, "trying to escape through the window." The Prince slowly looked at you, unable to understand what he just heard. In his eyes, you saw that he was heartbroken and disappointed. Disappointed at you, you had betrayed him. You tried to say something, squirming in your place. Even Yoongi didn't understand the situation.
"Y/N, how-how could you?" he asked. You shook your head vigorously and cried your eyes out. "How could you kill my father? I was about to talk to him about us, how could you do this to me?!" he screamed. The sound of his pain was agonizing than anything Daehan had done to you.
"Because she resents your father, she's with the rebel. That was her plan all along." Daehan moved closer to the Prince and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"What are you talking about, uncle? What rebels?"
Daehan sighed with exaggeration. "I didn't want to tell you this until after your wedding. But there has been rebel activities forming throughout the country in protest of your father's regime. They are supporter of the Moon family. And Y/N is one of them. She had this plan all along since she got to the palace. I can't believe she would actually act on it today." The Prince was no longer looking at you, he sank back on the floor, clutching his knees. He looked like a lost child, abandoned by life and love. You wanted nothing more than to break free and hug him.
Due to all your movements, the cloth from your mouth fell off. "Your Highness, please don't believe him. He killed the King!"
"Nonsense, why would I kill my own brother?" Daehan asked, acting offended and hurt. The Prince didn't move from his spot.
"He's manipulating you, Your Highness. He's been poisoning the King's medicine to gain control of him and you. He even murdered the Moon family. Please believe me."
"Shut up!" It came from the Prince. He was breathing faster and his face was pale, mirroring the King's.
"My Prince, please believe me, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. I lo-"
"I don't care, I don't care about you anymore." That was the final blow, every ounce of your energy was now gone and you were just a ghost in the shell.
"Namjoon." you whispered. His name rolled off your tongue easily, like you were meant to say it. But you wish it had been in any other situation besides this. The man you love is looking at you like a stranger, worse, a murderer.
"Don't speak my name, you're a horrible person and I wish I never loved you." It was as if he had ripped your heart out and crushed it before putting back inside your hollow body. He stood up and walked away from you. Yoongi grew increasingly worried about where this is going, he clutched his weapon, his daggers, tightly.
"That's right. Don't listen to this wench, I will have her killed for her crime." The Prince didn't protest and Daehan smirked. An idea popped up inside his head. "Min Yoongi." Yoongi lifted his head and didn't say anything. "Why don't you do the honor and kill her yourself?"
Yoongi gasped and for a split second, the Prince flinched. Yoongi stood still. Daehan gestured for guards to let go of you. Your body fell to the ground and you stayed like that, not having the purpose to move. Yoongi took a step closer, holding his dagger out. You weren't surprised, it is his job to protect the royal family, and you had heart a bunch of them, in one way or another. Yoongi turned around to the Prince.
"Your Highness, please reconsider." It was rare for him to address the Prince so formally. "You know Y/N isn't capable of something like this. Look at the wound, the knife hit the critical artery. A trained assassin is capable of that, not a tutor." The Prince said nothing.
"Shut up and do as you're told." Daehan snapped. Yoongi waited for the Prince to answer but got nothing. He then turned back towards you. There was no longer a fire in your eyes, just smoke. He sighed, calculating his next move.
"I'm sorry." he breathed out. You sat up, nodding at him, silently telling him that it's okay for him to kill you as his job. "I'm sorry." he said again. "Your Highness." He swung around, grabbed the Prince and pointed the blade at his throat. The whole room froze, and you couldn't understand what he was doing.
"Min Yoongi, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Daehan yelled. "Let the Prince go right now."
"Y/N, go, get out of here!" Yoongi yelled. You scrambled to your feet but couldn't move.
"Guards, get her." Daehan commanded. But Yoongi pulled the Prince, who was unmoving, almost as if he was dead, closer. The blade almost touching his skin. The guards froze.
"Y/N, go!" Yoongi screamed again, and this time, you didn't hesitate. Because if you did, Yoongi's sacrifice would be in vain. You ran to the window, glancing one last time at the Prince. His eyes were on you, and you thought he mouthed the word "run", but everything was so chaotic and unclear. Then you jumped.