PRINCE ! Jeon Jungkook
Taking over the throne after his father makes the young prince feel a heavy burden on his shoulders. He has heard tales of the famous fortune teller from the forest whose predictions are flawless and never wrong. Filled with trepidation about his coming responsibilities, Prince Jungkook ventures into the woods to seek her counsel.The rustle of trees in the dark forest and the hoot of owls echoed through the dense foliage. The sound of a horse galloping grew nearer until it stopped, replaced by the soft crunch of boots on fallen leaves. Prince Jeon Jungkook, youngest son of King Jeon Hyunmin, tied his steed to a gnarled tree branch and stared at the dimly lit tent before him.
A shiver ran down his spine as the air grew thicker the closer he approached. The young prince, soon to inherit the throne and burdened by the weight of his future responsibilities, had ventured into these woods seeking answers. Village rumors spoke of a fortune teller whose predictions were never wrong—each word proving true in the end.
He slowly lifted the fabric curtain of the tent, immediately inhaling the pungent scent of herbs and burnt flowers. In the center stood a table draped with black silk, and behind it, a figure in a black robe shuffling cards with slender hands. Though he couldn't see her face, he felt the power of her aura wash over him.
"Prince?" Her low, melodious voice cut through the silence. She raised her head, fixing him with a hypnotic gaze that seemed to see straight through him. A faint smile curved her lips as she continued shuffling the cards. "What brings your majesty to my humble tent this evening? Do you seek guidance?"
Jungkook stepped deeper into the tent, unable to look away from her. "I've heard much about you," he said, his voice serious as he took the chair across from her. "They say you're very good at fortune telling—never wrong, in fact."
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