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Forsaken

A/N: So this idea has been floating around in my head for a minute or two and I really want to write it down before I do nothing with it, so here you go. A Prince AU for my lovely followers.

           The night outside was dark and unforgiving.

           Many travelers had come from all over to witness tonight. The birth of an heir.

           The Queen had gone into labor earlier in the day and the palace had been deathly still. Everyone was holding their breaths. No one knew what the day was going to bring. All of the other children she had borne had been Princesses. However, the had either died of illness at birth, or had only made it only a few months before Death’s gentle caress touched their tender beings.

           Although, her majesty had been quite determined to have a son. She had taken all of the tonics brought to her. Done all that the woman of the village had suggested to her.

           ‘Eat this fruit at this time of day for this many weeks and you will bear a son.’

           She did all she was asked, and when the baby finally was born, she noticed a problem.

           It didn’t cry.

           The nursemaids were quick to take the baby away and clean it up, without even disclosing a gender to the panicked mother. It took three women to hold her down before she finally burst into tears.

           The child was a still born.

           And worst of all, he was a boy.

           The King looked at his wife sobbing into her hands, still covered in blood and afterbirth. He looked at the child she bore him, a pale little thing that was cleaned off and wrapped in the finest of tapestries that the kingdom could afford.

           “Yoongi,” he whispered to the small infant.

           He looked down at his child and noticed that his lips were tinged blue and his body was cold. The King picked up the baby and cradled the corpse in his arms. He bounced it as if it were a crying babe and held it close to his heart.

           The Queen watched in horror as her husband held onto their deceased child. She had failed yet again, and now he was suffering once more. The court had spoken more than once of sending her away, letting her live out her days in one of the castles by the shore of the sea and bringing in a concubine to give birth to an heir for the King.

           The King had refused this statement adamantly. He would either have a child with his Queen, or the Kingdom would die out. This was his decree, and so it was followed.

           She watched as her baby was brought to her, by the man she loved oh so dearly. His small features too perfect to explain. He was beautiful, there was no denying it. She had birthed such a beautiful child, yet, there was no life in his form. No blush in his cheeks. No tears in his eyes. She could hardly bare to look at him. But she had to, it was her child… Their child. A small babe that should be crying out to her, for her breast. Yet, the baby was silent. The Queen clung onto her husband’s hand, wanting nothing more than for her child to move.

           “He’s so perfect, my darling, you did wonderfully,” he whispered to her, kissing her sweaty forehead. Sobs wracked her body as she hid her face in the crook of his neck, begging for him to kill her. She wanted to be with all her children. She wanted to hold them in her arms and to love them like she was never able to. Especially her son. The one child that had made it through all of the moons, unlike any of his sisters. But here he was, still in their arms.

           “I’m so sorry, your highness. I have failed you again,” she whispered, grasping his wrist with what little strength she had left in her body after hours of labor. 

           “You have not failed me, my dear. It is fate that has failed me, the betrayer of all those who sneer in the face of his greatness. I will not let another one of our children be taken from us. I refuse,” he said, standing leaving the small bundle in his wife’s arms. “I am the King of Caravell, and our child will live.”

              The castle was quiet that night as she approached.

             The building loomed over her, but no anxiousness affected her. She had been summoned. 

              It had been years since she had entered the palace. The prior Kings and Queens banishing her from the land that she helped create. Although, the years had made her bitter against the throne. And a plan had devised in her head.

              The large doors of the Palace opened and she walked through without hesitation. It was a long awaited homecoming after all.

              The King was waiting for her with a small bundle in his arms. She had heard the Queen was with child again, and she knew that this one was going to pass just like the others. However, she didn’t know the gender. As she came closer, she saw the baby’s face. It was a boy, and he was dead.

              “Your Majesty,” she said with a flourish bowing before the King and the Prince.

              “Enough, I have summoned you for a reason,” he said. She straightened her back and looked at the King with a pointed gaze.

              “Apologies your Majesty, just trying to be formal. How may I be of service?”

              The King looked down at his child in his arms and reluctantly held him out to her. She embraced the child with glee and looked down at his beautiful features. He was perfection, she decided. His little nose sloped beautifully and his mouth was a small and delicate flower. The King was anxious, handing his only son over to someone so, treacherous.

             “Save him,” he demanded, looking at his child in her arms.

             “My King, how long has it been since the child has kissed death?” she asked, looking up in curiosity.

             “Not long, he was birthed just after dusk. Night is only now just falling upon the Kingdom. However, you have yet to answer my question. Can you save this child?” he questioned, looking down at his son with nothing but adoration. It made her sick how much affection he held for the dead child in her arms.

             “Then yes, I have a few spells in mind that could save your child. The Heir to your kingdom, but there will be a price,” she said, locking eyes with him. The King nodded and brought forward numerous amounts of gold and silver trinkets. Some embedded with jewels, glistening in the soft light of the candles that decorated the castle halls.

             But she wanted nothing that he offered.

             “You seem to misunderstand me your majesty, I do not want material items. There is a price to the spell that will bring your child back to the land of the living,” she said, looking at the precious bundle in her arms.

             She had never been graced with fertility, it was one of the reasons she chose to become who she was. A part of her sympathized with the Queen, wanting to have your child alive and breathing. But the Gods and spoken, and this child wasn’t meant to live. So came the sacrifices.

             “What is the price we must pay?”

             “Your child must take blood,” she started. The King’s face was confused.

            “I don’t understand what you mean?” She simply laughed and continued.

            “Your child must take blood from another in order to live. And he must take all of it,” she smiled at the idea. People would fear him for miles around. Finding a woman who would risk her life to stand by his side will be difficult. And, if you kill me, he will die as well,” she said with a dark smile casting over her features. “He’ll be a monster.”

           The King looked down at his child and then back up at the woman before him. “He’ll be our son, not a monster, he’ll be the ruler of this land and we will do everything we can to protect him. So I ask of you, please, save our child.”

 And with that, the story began.