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The Royal Palace of Eumgyeong Kingdom, 69
The young king approaches his uncle’s quarters, but his stride falters when his ears pick up certain voices coming from the direction towards where he is headed.
Lewd sounds of skin hitting skin, guttural groans and moans. The royal’s cheeks go pink though he strives to not make his embarrassment more apparent. He is accompanied by the general of his army, Jeon Jeongguk and his maternal uncle Park Jimin. Though he is only a few years younger than them, he respects both of his uncles and always seeks them out for advice and help.
Jimin samcheon tuts, making disapproval over the king’s uncle’s undignified behaviour evident.
“Your Majesty, should I announce your arrival?” His general asks, head bowed in his presence.
Yeonjun nods his head, trying to keep his composure even as the sounds reach a crescendo, becoming more wanton and loud. Right before Jungkook opens his mouth, the coupling finishes with a loud groan. The voices quieten after that and the general promptly uses the lull to announce the king’s arrival.
“His Majesty the King!”
There’s rustling of clothes heard from within and hurried footsteps. And when Yeonjun enters the room with Jimin and Jeongguk in tow he sees his uncle waiting with a bowed head to receive him. His hair, black and cut short, is dishevelled. His robe has been haphazardly tied and his bed and room is in disarray. And the smell of sex hangs in the air.
When those dark eyes meet Yeonjun’s he finds no remorse or contrition in them. Of course, he wouldn’t expect any from Kim Taehyung, the tactful and wily general who single handedly won the Geochang province for their kingdom. And now that the realm is devoid of any struggles or rebellions and experiencing a prolonged period of peace, Taehyung had found himself bored, no new adventures or nations to invade and defeat.
Hence, instead his uncle preferred to spend his time hunting, polishing his sword skills and indulging in nightly activities which kept him excited and his hot blood satiated, with the lust for the body if not of blood.
“Samcheon, I have come to you with an important mission. Will you accept it?”
Taehyung chuckles and Jimin looks on disapprovingly.
“Would his Majesty not let this faithful servant know of the mission before seeking his acceptance?”
“That’s because I am sure Taehyung samcheon will agree in a heartbeat. How can you ever turn down the chance to go on a thrilling adventure!”
That grabs the Daegu tiger’s attention. Those feline eyes get fixed on him and even though he is the sovereign he does feel a little unnerved.
Without breaking eye contact, his uncle kneels in front of him and bows his head, symbolically accepting the mission the king has proposed.
“I humbly accept, Your Majesty.”
Yeonjun’s face bursts into a bright smile. “I knew you would.” He feels jubilant. It was an important assignment and he knew he had to choose someone trustworthy.
“Our great kingdom of Eumgyeong has defeated the many neighbouring nations and reclaimed what has always been rightfully ours. But we have not yet prodded a particular nation. The Jil.”
The king steps close to his uncle and makes him stand. “I want you to infiltrate Jil and find out about their trade routes. Also, an insider will be of much use when we eventually invade that kingdom and make them our own.”
“The king is wise and right. I will leave by daybreak on this mission, your Majesty.”
“Well, ok then, I will leave you to your activities samcheon.”
Taehyung bows as the king exits his quarters. His gaze meets Jimin’s and upon the look of contempt on his face, Taehyung’s lips curve into a smirk and he audaciously winks at the senior court official.
“Incorrigible!”
The Park lord mutters even as Taehyung drinks in the flustered expression on that small face. This harmless insinuation was definitely worth it. Jimin just makes it so easy to rile him up.
Once he is left alone, the woman he had been bedding for the night comes out of the place she had hid herself. Taehyung dismisses her though, his mind already occupied by the mission and hence having no appetite to go another round. So she picks up her clothes and leaves quietly, knowing not to overstay her welcome in the general’s presence.
Taehyung has long since come down from his coital high, the woman he had picked was a good lay. But now that he had been given this mission, an opportunity to do something risky and possibly fatal, nothing else could distract. He was only thinking of one thing- how to invade Jil.
***
The Kingdom of Jil, sometime later
Taehyung had crossed into Jil and signed up as a soldier. Using his silver tongue and superior military skills, he slowly climbed the ranks without arousing the suspicion of any of the generals. He had experience infiltrating other kingdoms and knew the tactic he should follow. Firstly, use of force should be done only in case of an emergency, if nothing else works. And not everything and everyone can be conquered with brute strength, some could be felled by a well placed remark or a passionate embrace.
In the short time in this kingdom he made many friends and a lot more lovers. He was a frequent visitor at the brothel, a trait he shared in common with a majority of the other soldiers. But unlike these other men, Taehyung didn’t just go there to sate his hunger of flesh, he knew these women and men entertained the senior officials and higher ranked soldiers as well.
His charms and well endowed body loosened the lips of even the most discrete whore. And he used his gifts not just with prostitutes but even the noble wives. Discretion was his forte and he was skilled in pleasuring his hapless targets into surrendering to his whims. So many of these senior ranked official’s wives have moaned under him, only to whisper in their husband’s ears to favour Taehyung.
He was astute enough to not incite jealousy, handling these men with ease, using his experience of surviving the court of Daegu.
Back in his home kingdom, he knows one particular courtier would be rather unimpressed with his tactics. It is not Taehyung’s fault that he is so good at wielding his sword, whether it’s the one made with steel or the one he has been endowed with. No wonder he is called the pride of Eumgyeong.
It doesn’t take him much time to reach the palace, as part of the royal guard. A few weeks are spent training with the royal knights, getting accustomed to the rhythm of the palace. The soldiers are selected on rotation and within a month of entering Jil, he is assigned to the King’s retinue. Taehyung had successfully infiltrated Jil’s deepest core. Now, slowly he could glean information from all that he heard and saw and convey them back to his King in cryptic letters.
Initially Taehyung was assigned to the public places within the palace where the King conducted his official business. The royal court, the audience hall, the courtyard and the dungeons. The Jil king presided over his court with his two sons sitting beside him. Minho, the oldest, will be the heir and Sandeul will most likely become the commander. There were two daughters as well but they have been married off to noblemen.
Taehyung patrols all these places meticulously, his eyes taking in all the entry points and security installations. He has learnt the layout of this public wing of the palace, also managing to send it back home.
After some time as a royal guard, he is assigned for night time patrol in the private chambers of the royal family. This is a great opportunity to discern the structure of the King’s lodgings. It can provide him essential information when planning an invasion.
He starts on a day when the moon shines bright in the night sky. He walks down opulent corridors, eyes taking in all the details. He is unfamiliar with this part of the palace, considering he has never been here.
As he walks around, the lamps lining the walls giving him light, taking everything in he sees two guards standing outside a huge wooden door. This must be where the king and the queen slept. He takes a detour from there and follows a corridor on the right. He is not really sure where he is headed, no clear patrol route was given. Just then a cool breeze caresses his face and he comes to a stop, wondering where it is coming from.
It is a humid, summer night and Taehyung quite enjoyed the reprieve that breeze gave him, so instinctively his feet take him to the source. He comes to a stop next to a section cordoned off by soft, satin curtains. He pulls them back and enters the room which turns out to be an open courtyard with a huge pool in the middle. The moonlight shines brightly and is reflecting off of the water surface. Without walls present to constrict airflow, there’s a quiet breeze flowing through the space.
Taehyung’s eyes immediately go to the lithe body which is slowly making its way out of the pool. Milky smooth skin bathed in silver light, shining because of the water clinging to the body. His eyes slowly rake over the soft curves, from the rounded shoulders to the gentle slope of luscious chests, to the cinched waist ending up in the flared hips and then… His gaze lowers and his mind hyperfocuses on the space between the legs which nestles a small mound and not a long appendage like himself.
He had not paid attention to the beauty’s face, so mesmerized he had become with that sensual body. But when his eyes finally recognize who he is, Taehyung is shocked. It was the youngest prince!
He…
What is he doing here?
Though Taehyung had not made any noise, he was discreet even when awestruck by the prince’s beauty, he couldn’t help but keep staring. And eventually the prince does end up noticing the intruder disturbing his night time swim. He startles and lets out a gasp, hurriedly trying to cover himself, one hand going to the soft hairy mound nestled between his thighs and another arm wraps around his chest.
“Wh….who goes there?”
The voice is so soft and hesitant, devoid of any regal airs or royal entitlement. And if his eyes are not fooling him, then he can see the prince is embarrassed and most likely turning red. And Taehyung knows this because It’s not his first interaction with the young royal.
The royal guard has crossed paths with the youngest prince in the court and the public hallways. And every single time Taehyung would come across the prince he would only receive a stuttered greeting and a face which quickly turned into a bright shade of pink before the royal beat a hasty retreat. The knight would always wonder, why would the prince be so shy around him. It intrigued him, but not enough to spend more time thinking about it instead of focusing on his mission.
But now, he knows the lovely secret that the pretty prince or rather princess has been hiding.
He hides his self-satisfied smile by looking down when the prince stutters in a timid voice asking or rather ordering him to leave.
“Leave… at once!”
He should be contrite at having invaded the royal’s privacy though he doesn’t really feel an ounce of that emotion. Bowing his head, Taehyung slowly takes his leave, stepping out of the courtyard.
He committed an offence, yet he is glad. Now he has another goal, another secret treasure to seize and possess, to make his own. And this one, he will savour and ravish to his heart’s content and nothing can come in his way.