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Prince!Jungkook and Queen!woc (woman of color) Reader

Genre/AU/Rating: 18+, fantasy, magic!au, arranged marriage!au, royalty!au, s2l, fluff, and smut

Summary: You are a powerful Queen, ruling over the Zamia Kingdom with all of the grace, strength, wisdom, and amazing magical powers that you had since the passing of your mother left you with the throne. After 5 years of ruling on your own, you are approached by your court of advisors, The Solar Council, that marrying and producing an heir needs to be higher on your list of priorities. Of course, you don’t think you need to rush into a marriage because you know how to run your own damn kingdom. Luckily for you, your advisors took the liberties of inviting the Prince of the neighboring Pica kingdom, Jeon Jungkook, to Zamia for a “friendly visit”.

Warnings: mentions of deceased mothers, arranged marriages, sexual activity, oral sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, big dick!Jungkook, pregnancy and child birth (but nothing descriptive).

WC: 15.1K

Author’s Note: This fic is a part of @btsblackcreatorsociety​’s The Realm of Legends Event! I am so honored to be participating in this event, with several other talented POC writers in this fandom! I hope you all enjoy this because I enjoyed writing it! 

One of your favorite things about living in Zamia was how beautiful the coast looked from any area of the palace that you lived in. The palace was placed right on the shore of the ocean, it being the very first thing that anyone saw when they approached the mid-sized island that was Zamia. 

Being as though you were the daughter of the former Queen and King, you had definitely traveled more than the average citizen of Zamia but something about the shores and the smell of salty sea water always made you feel comforted and relaxed. 

That’s why you were leaning against one of the large windows in one of the main hallways of the palace, watching as the waves crashed onto the shore and met the sand. Suddenly, a small bird flew up to the window and settled itself on the ledge, right next to where your hand was resting. The little creature looked up at you expectantly and you rolled your eyes before reaching out, checking the tiny collar that the bird had on and finding a small piece of white paper attached to it.

Meet me in the formal dining room for breakfast!-Jimin

“You know, the next time that Jimin sends you, tell him to just come and find me himself like a normal person,” you told the bird and the small animal chirped happily before turning around and flying off of the ledge. 

After closing the shutters of the window, you turned to your left and made your way down the hallway to the formal dining room, your golden yellow dress billowing out behind you. 

“Good morning Y/N!” Jimin greeted you happily, his grin almost blinding as you walked into the room. 

“Morning Jimin, morning Hobi,” you replied.

“Good morning, my Queen,” Hobi said respectfully, getting up from his seat and bowing. The two clones of Hobi that were also sitting at the table bowed as well, one of them even taking the initiative to pull your chair out for you.

“I don’t know if your little delivery bird told you, but stop being lazy and having the birds do your bidding for you,” you told Jimin. 

“Yeah, Tweet told me when she made it back to me but she also said that she doesn’t mind helping me out,” Jimin smiled triumphantly. Jimin had the magical power of zoolinguism, meaning that he had the ability to communicate with animals. Ever since the two of you were kids, Jimin was always surrounded by some type of animal, speaking and listening to them as if they were human themselves. Jimin also had the gift of abjuration, which granted him the ability to cast spells that would provide healing and protection. This gift made him especially qualified for the position of your personal advisor, which you gave to him as soon as your coronation ceremony had passed. 

Hobi, like you and Jimin and every other citizen in your world, also had magical powers and his came in the form of cloning. He was able to replicate up to 20 different versions of himself at the same time and all of them were capable of independent actions and thoughts, although Hobi could predict their thoughts and actions himself if needed. 

Most people only had one or two powers but you? You possessed four of them. This wasn’t entirely surprising because your mother had four powers as well and your father had three but it still made people marvel. The first of your powers was telekinesis, the ability to move and manipulate objects without directly interacting with. The second was telepathy, which gave you the power to see, hear, and read the thoughts of others but it only worked if you were touching that person. The third was magic detection which allowed you to sense when magic was being used near and around you. The last, which was your favorite and arguably the most special, was the power of enchantment. This allowed you to give other people magical powers and abilities and unlike your other powers, you weren’t born with this one. Instead, this power was bestowed upon you on the day of your coronation when you became Queen, just like it had been with every previous monarch of Zamia, going back centuries and centuries before your birth. 

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You asked them, looking at the pitcher of orange juice that was sitting to the left of you and smiling when it rose into the air and slowly made its way over to your glass, tilting over and pouring some of the liquid inside. 

“Ah, that’s what Jimin had you meet us down here for,” Hobi spoke up. “The Solar Council wants to meet with you today.”

“Oh hell,” you groaned. “What’s wrong this time?”

“It’s nothing bad, promise!” Jimin swore. “They just have some little things that they want to discuss with you.”

“Little things?” You repeated dubiously. “It’s never anything little when the Council calls a meeting.”

“I know but I pried for some more information from Yoongi hyung and he assured me that it’s just some small matters that they want to give you updates on and stuff like that,” Hobi replied. 

“Alright,” you sighed with a shrug of your shoulders, deciding to just focus on enjoying your breakfast before being faced with whatever antics the council was up to now. 

An hour later, you were sitting on your throne in The Conference Room, where all meetings of the Solar Council took place as well as any other official Zamia business. The long square table was filled with the 6 members of the Solar Council which included Jimin, Hobi, Min Yoongi, Kim Taeyeon, Kwon Yuri and Park Sunyoung.

“Thank you so much for meeting with us on such short notice, your Highness,” Yoongi began after everyone had bowed to you and taken their seats. 

“Cut the bullshit Yoongi, and tell me why you really called this meeting,” you huffed as you regarded the leader of the Council. 

“As radiant as ever,” Yoongi joked. “We just have some things to discuss with you, as well as some updates.”

“Very well,” you acquiesced and Yoongi took a seat as Yuri stood up.

“To begin, I am delighted to inform you that the new school in the kingdom has been finished and the dedication ceremony naming it after your mother, our late Queen Thaliah, has been scheduled for two weeks from today,” she reported before taking her seat again.

“That’s amazing,” you smiled happily. “Jimin, please make sure that my schedule is completely free that day so that my father and I can spend as much time there as possible.”

“Of course, your Highness,” Jimin nodded. 

“As for some magic developments,” Taeyeon said as she stood up. “The most recent ceremony for the current group of five year olds in the kingdom happened a few days ago and their powers have fully come in.” Although everyone in the kingdom was born with magical powers, having full autonomy over them and having them to their full capacities wasn’t entirely possible until a person had turned five.

“Oh, what were their powers?” You wondered.

“One with illusion manipulation, one with time manipulation, and two with shape shifting,” Taeyeon answered. 

“God, I feel bad for the parents of the two with shape shifting,” Yoongi tsked. “My older brother is a shapeshifter and that can be difficult.”

“Well, it should be easier for them now that their magic has fully come in,” you pointed out as Taeyeon took her seat. “Thank you, Councilwoman Kim. Councilwoman Park?”

“The small famine that the farmers were experiencing has passed and we’ll be able to resume our weekly famers’ markets,” Sunyoung announced. 

“Great,” you sighed in relief. “I thought I was going to have to request assistance form the Agara kingdom and you know how difficult King Junsu can be.”

“Happily, speaking to him won’t be necessary,” Sunyoung grinned. “A group of farmers also sent a basket for your table, in thanks to you for your continued support of them. I instructed the helpers to place it in the kitchen.”

“Thank you, Councilwoman Park,” you said as she took her seat. 

“Now that all of the updates are out of the way and you’ve mentioned another kingdom, your Highness,” Yoongi spoke up a he leaned forward and set his folded arms on the table. “We actually do have something that we’d like to discuss with you.”

“I knew it,” you chuckled. “What is it?”

“There has been some concern about the royal bloodline,” he began slowly. 

“And what concerns are those?”

“Well, you’ve been Queen for the last 5 years and you haven’t found a suitable spouse yet,” Yoongi replied. 

“I am well aware of that and as I’ve stated previously, I don’t feel as though I need a spouse in order to properly rule Zamia,” you reiterated. 

“Oh, we absolutely agree, your Highness!” Yuri interjected. 

“We don’t ever want you to think that we doubt your ability to rule,” Sunyoung added. 

“As members of the Solar Council though, we do have to advise you that finding a suitable spouse isn’t just about having a second person to rule the kingdom alongside you,” Taeyeon pointed out. “You know as well as anyone that the entire kingdom’s magic will be strengthened if there were two people on the throne instead of just one. Also, it’s about preserving the amazing magical legacy that has been established by your family. It won’t be possible to do that if you do not marry and produce issue.”

“Produce issue?” You repeated with a scoff. “What am I, a farmer? Or a production machine?”

“That’s not what Councilwoman Kim meant,” Yoongi sighed. “We just want to ensure the future of the kingdom.”

“Listen, I respect all of you as Councilmembers, as well as my friends,” you started. “But I am not, at present or in the near future, looking for a spouse.”

“Well, that’s why I took the liberty of inviting one of the Princes from the neighboring Pica kingdom to Zamia for a friendly visit,” Yoongi announced with a bright smile and your eyes widened in surprise.

“You what?”

“Prince Jungkook will be here in two days’ time,” he finished. Looking around the table, you saw the faces of the other Councilmembers and realized that they were not at all surprised by the news of this visit. Why? If you had to guess, it’s because they all fucking knew. 

Everyone knew, but you.

Feeling your temper steadily rise, you abruptly stood up from your throne, causing everyone else to stand up as well and you stepped from around the table before storming out of the room and into the hallway. You couldn’t believe that they’d had the audacity to invite a foreigner to your kingdom without discussing with you beforehand, and it didn’t help matters that the foreigner was in fact another royal that you had never met before. 

You had managed to work yourself up so much that you didn’t see anyone else walking down the hallway before you bumped into them. 

“Hey, where are you off to, little one?” The voice said and when you looked up, you saw your father, Edric. 

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” you apologized instantly but Edric shook his head, immediately noticing how upset you were. 

“Come with me to my study and you can tell me all about it,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you down the hallway in the opposite direction that you came in. Once the two of you were in his study, he led you over to the large bay window that was on one wall, helping you have a seat before sitting down himself. 

“Now, tell me what has you all worked up,” he encouraged you. 

“I had a meeting with the Solar Council and Yoongi informed me that they’ve invited one of the Princes from the Pica kingdom to Zamia,” you revealed. “With hopes that I’ll take a liking to him and want to marry him.”

“Did they?”

“Yes,” you nodded your head. “I’m so upset because they blatantly went against my wishes all because they want me to pop out babies and keep the royal bloodline going. I mean, aren’t I doing a good job as Queen? I know I’m not Mommy but-”

“Hey, you are an amazing Queen,” Edric reassured you. “And who cares if you’re not your mother? You are fantastic in your own right and I never want you to forget that, ok?”

“Ok.”

“And as for the whole visit business, I knew about it because the Council asked for my permission to invite him here,” he admitted. 

“Daddy, why did you do that?”

“I just want to see you happy, like your mother and I were,” he explained. “I know that you’ve thrown yourself into giving this kingdom all that you have but you deserve your own happiness. Ruling gets lonely baby, and you need someone by your side to not only love you but to support you when times get hard.”

“I know that Daddy, I do,” you replied with a small smile. “But you and Mommy’s marriage was a special case and a large amount of arranged marriages don’t turn out the way that yours did. I doubt mines would.”

“But you won’t even have the opportunity to find out if you don’t try,” Edric reminded you. “Running a kingdom on your own for five years is nothing to balk at. It’s a burden but not one that you should be shouldering alone. Please, at least give this all a chance. Worst case scenario, you don’t like him and we can all continue on as we have been.”

“Alright Daddy, alright,” you relented. “You’re right. What’s the worst that could happen?”

…………………………………………………….

In the neighboring Pica kingdom, Prince Jeon Jungkook was walking into his family’s castle after having gone for a run when he saw one of his older brothers, Taehyung, running up to him. 

“There you are!” Taehyung exclaimed as he stopped in front of him. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Where were you?”

“Went for a run, like I do every morning,” Jungkook chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Appa wants to see you in his study,” Taehyung told him. “Said that it was important so you should go now.”

“Alright, thanks,” Jungkook nodded before turning and walking off down the hallway. Once he made it to his father’s study, he knocked on the door and waited until he heard a deep voice say “come in” before he twisted the knob and pushed open the door. 

“You wanted to see me?” Jungkook asked and his father, Kiwoo, waved him inside. 

“Come in, come in,” he said and Jungkook walked in, shut the door behind him, and walked over to sit in one of the chairs that was placed in front of his desk. “How are you, my son?”

“Good, just got back from a run,” Jungkook replied. 

“Ever my energizer bunny, huh?” Kiwoo joked and Jungkook rolled his eyes at the childhood nickname that his father gave him. 

“Did you have something that you wanted to discuss with me?” 

“Ah, yes. With Namjoon set to become King once I have moved on and Taehyung set to act as his second in command, I’ve been thinking about your future lately,” Kiwoo said. 

“My future?” Jungkook echoed. “I’m in Pica’s royal Navy and thought that’s what I would do.”

“And I’m still in total support of that, don’t misunderstand me,” Kiwoo assured him. “But I received a letter of invitation from the kingdom of Zamia for you to be a special guest of the Queen.”

“Really?” Jungkook wondered with a raised brow. “That’s kind of odd when I’ve never been to Zamia before.”

“Well, word has it throughout the kingdoms that Queen Y/N is now looking for a spouse so I suspect that’s the reason why you received the invitation,” Kiwoo surmised. 

“Did she?” Jungkook hummed. “I remember when she issued that proclamation like three years ago that she wasn’t searching for a spouse.”

“Well, things have obviously changed,” Kiwoo shrugged. “The visit will be three weeks long and if no sparks fly, then no harm, no foul.”

“Do you have a photo or something of her?” Jungkook asked and his father nodded, reaching into an envelope that he had sitting on the desk in front of him, reaching inside and pulling out a small photo before handing it off to his son. Jungkook literally felt his breath being taken away, his eyes widening when he saw how gorgeous you were. 

“She’s a looker, right?” Kiwoo smirked and Jungkook nodded his head in agreement. “She looks exactly like her mother, that one. If her personality is anything like her mother’s was, then she should be an amazing person too.”

“Ok, I’ll go,” Jungkook agreed easily. 

“Great! I’ll set everything up and you’ll leave in two days!” Kiwoo said but Jungkook didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, too busy staring at the photo of you in his hand.

…………………………………………………….

Two days later, you were standing in front of the castle, along with the Solar Council, your father, and a few of the helpers that you employed, waiting for Prince Jungkook’s arrival. 

“You ok, Y/N-ah?” Jimin whispered from his place next to you. 

“I still don’t like this,” you muttered. “I’ve never even met this man and yet you, along with the rest of the Council, decided to invite him here in hopes of sparks flying.”

“Ok, ok, don’t work yourself up all over again,” Jimin sighed. “We said that we’re sorry for not getting your approval but we truly did have good intentions.”

“Whatever.”

“If it helps any, you look amazing,” Jimin smiled as he looked over your body that was draped in a loose gown that was blue and yellow. 

“If I don’t feel great, that doesn’t mean that I can’t look great,” you joked, making Jimin laugh. Just then, the gates to the castle suddenly opened and a long black limousine pulled through them, slowly creeping forward before stopping in front of where you were standing. 

“Remember everyone, these are visitors from another kingdom so best foot forward,” you said loudly, getting murmurs of agreements and “yes, your Highness” in return. The driver of the limo had gotten out of the car in the meantime, walking around the backseat and opening the door. You watched with bated breath as a man got out, and you gasped lightly when you saw Jeon Jungkook for the first time. 

He was dressed in what you knew to be some type of military uniform, which was a deep forest green color. His black hair was slicked back, with a single strand flopping over onto his forehead, and his chiseled facial features were on full display. His gaze and jaw were strong, contrasting with his nose, eyes, and mouth that looked so gentle and kind. The man was fucking hot and even you could admit that. 

After he got out of the limo, he was followed by another man who was equally as gorgeous and a few helpers from their own kingdom as well. 

“Your Highness,” Jungkook said as he walked over to stand in front of you. Having done this literally thousands of times before, you extended your hand and Jungkook took ahold of it, his grip on you firm as he bowed down in front of you while you did the same. “It is my honor to meet you.”

“And I you, Prince Jungkook,” you replied with a tight smile, watching as Jungkook stood up straight again. 

“This is my brother, Prince Taehyung,” Jungkook introduced the two of you and Taehyung stepped forward, doing the same thing as Jungkook and grabbing your hand as he bowed to you. 

“An absolute pleasure to meet you, your Highness,” Taehyung smiled. 

“You as well, Prince Taehyung,” you responded. “May I introduce my father, Dowager King Edric?”

“An honor,” Edric smiled, taking the time to shake both Jungkook and Taehyung’s hands. 

“And my council of advisors, the Solar Council,” you gestured towards the six people standing behind you. “They are the ones that extended the invitation.”

“Easy, little one,” Edric murmured in warning and you lightly rolled your eyes. “I know you both must’ve had a long journey here. Would you like to join us for dinner?”

“That would be wonderful, thank you,” Jungkook nodded. 

“Well, we’ll get your things inside and you both can freshen up before we meet in the formal dining room,” you said before turning and gesturing towards your helpers and they walked over to the limousine to help with the luggage. 

An hour later, you were sat at the head of the table with Jungkook at your side as you all convened for dinner together. 

“So Jungkook, you’re the third-born son right?” Edric asked.

“Yes Sir,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m the youngest, Taehyung hyung here is the middle child, and my brother Namjoon is the oldest.”

“Ah, I was the fourth born son myself, and the youngest,” Edric chuckled. “Definitely a hard road.”

“Sometimes but my hyungs are great,” Jungkook smiled as he nudged Taehyung with his elbow. 

“I hear Jungkook’s a valued member of Pica’s Royal Navy,” Hobi brought up. “How long have you been doing that?”

“Uh, since I was about 20,” Jungkook replied. “I don’t know, it just always interested me. Why? I don’t know.”

“It’s honest work,” Yoongi smiled. “Your Highness, don’t you like the ocean?”

“Of course I do, Zamia’s surrounded by it,” you responded with a sarcastic smile. 

“Jungkookie here is an amazing swimmer, although he’s great at anything physical really,” Taehyung bragged on his younger brother. “Swimming, running, biking, even horseback riding.”

“Horseback riding?” You repeated with intertest, since you loved horses. 

“Yeah, we’ve all been riding since we were kids and our mother taught us but Jungkookie’s the only one of us with an actual interest in it,” Taehyung told you. “You should see his horses back in Pica. They’re gorgeous.”

“Y/N-ah has quiet the stable herself,” Edric smiled. 

“Who taught you to ride, your highness?” Jungkook asked you. 

“My mother did, actually,” you said. 

“Maybe the two of you could go on a horse ride together while you’re here then, Prince Jungkook?” Jimin suggested. 

“I’d love to, if you would, your Highness,” Jungkook said and you just shrugged your shoulders noncommittally. 

“Maybe. I have to ask though, why would a man with the power of speed bother with riding a horse?” You questioned. 

“You know about my super speed?” Jungkook wondered in slight surprise. 

“One of the Queen’s many powers is magic detection,” Yuri explained. “She can sense when any power is being used near her and what power it is.”

“But I’m not using my super speed,” Jungkook chuckled. 

“So you think,” you interjected, making him look over at you. “But I can sense how restless you are from the long travel and that amount of energy isn’t associated with any other power but super speed.”

“Plus, she has a cousin who has super speed so she’s felt it before,” Edric added, making you smile and nod.

“That too.”

“Wow,” Jungkook gasped in awe. “That’s amazing. To answer your question though, I do enjoy slowing down when the moment calls for it and or even when the right person calls for it.”

“Is that right?” You murmured, purposefully ignoring his attempt to flirt with you as you busied yourself with digging into your meal. The rest of dinner went the same way, everyone trying to stimulate conversation between you and Jungkook while you resisted every try with the same stale attitude. Jungkook seemed to take it all in stride though, not seeming at all affected by your dry answers or disinterest for him and anything that he had to say.

Behind closed doors though, Jungkook felt entirely differently than he had let on. 

“How could Appa even expect any of this to work?” Jungkook groaned as he paced back and forth in the guest room that he and Taehyung were sharing. “She barely even looks at me!”

“Cut her some slack Kook, she’s probably struggling to come to grips with all of this,” Taehyung said from his place on his own large bed. “I mean, imagine if you were King and your council went behind your back to invite some woman that you had never met before into your castle.”

“You think they went behind her back?” Jungkook wondered.

“I know it, because I read Jimin-ssi’s mind at dinner and he was thinking ‘shit, this is not going the way the councilmembers and I envisioned,” Taehyung reported, using his gift of telepathy to have read Jimin’s thoughts. “So just give her some time.”

“Time isn’t exactly a luxury that we have,” Jungkook chuckled as he sat down on his bed and looked at his hyung. “We’re only here for three weeks.”

“I know but don’t give up yet,” Taehyung advised him. “Keep trying. After all, nothing worth having ever comes easily.”

…………………………………………………….

The next morning, you were up at dawn to take a walk along the shore that was right in front of the castle. After the awkward dinner the night before, you slept fitfully because you could never rest when foreigners were in the castle which was the one thing that you didn’t really enjoy about being Queen. 

As you walked, you thought about the day before. Jungkook seemed nice enough and he was certainly handsome, but you weren’t entirely sure of his suitability for you. Sure, he had some of the same interests as you but he was also the third born son who you were almost sure didn’t receive any of the training that children who were expected to become monarchs did. Of course, not having that training didn’t mean that he would be incapable at the job but it damn sure did help. 

You also knew that you were a humungous bitch at dinner and you felt kind of bad about it. Jungkook and everyone else were obviously trying to make the best of the situation but you didn’t make it any easier. You figured that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you actually did try to get to know him, so at least that way, you’d be able to truthfully say that he wasn’t a fit for you. 

You were so absorbed in yours thoughts that you didn’t realize someone breezing past you until they had almost bumped into you. 

“Hey!” You shouted and the figure turned around, and you realized that it was Jungkook. “You almost knocked me down, you know?”

“Sorry, your Highness,” Jungkook apologized while bowing lightly towards you. “When I’m running, I get kind of a blur around me which makes it hard to see anything that’s not right in front of me.”

“Ah, the faults of our powers,” you joked, making Jungkook laugh. “What are you doing out here so early?”

“Well, I was feeling really pent up since I hadn’t been able to run and I couldn’t sleep because of it so I just decided to come out here,” he explained. “I have to say too, Zamia is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such clear water.”

“Yeah, it’s home,” you smiled as you looked out onto the water. “And it must be hard to have all that energy.”

“It can be sort of inconvenient at times, like when I have royal duties but it comes in handy other times, like when I’m working with the Navy,” he replied. 

“The Navy’s an unusual choice for a royal,” you noted as the two of you began to walk down the beach together, side by side. 

“Well, since I’m not in immediate line for the throne anymore, with Namjoon hyung and his wife Youngja having just had their first child, I’m more free to do what I want,” Jungkook said. “Since I have the powers of super speed, weather control and conjuration, being in the military just made sense.”

“Conjuration?” You questioned. “What’s that?”

“Basically, it means that I can bring forth any form of creatures, items, spirits, demons, deities and elements by either summoning, creating, or manifesting them,” he told you. “So things like images of them, their voice, or even holograms of them.”

“Wow, that’s unique.”

“Got it from being the child of a monarch,” he said and you nodded your head.

“I know that one,” you chuckled. 

“What about you? What are your powers?”

“Ah well, you know about the magic detection but in addition to that, I have telekinesis, telepathy, and enchantment,” you answered. 

“Telepathy?” Jungkook whistled. “That must be tough. Taehyung has that power, too.”

“It only works for me if I’m touching the person whose thoughts I want to read,” you explained. “Which I actually like because the thought of being able to hear an unwilling person’s thoughts makes me cringe a little bit.”

“Yeah, that could be awkward,” Jungkook laughed. 

“My telekinesis is pretty straight forward. I can move objects at will without touching them.”

“And the enchantment?”

“I got that when I became Queen,” you smiled lightly. “It’s a power that’s only in my family line and each monarch gets it when the previous monarch passes away so when my mom died, I inherited it.”

“Wow. You know, my parents used to speak highly of your mother,” he told you. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“It’s ok,” you shrugged. “All a part of life, right?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make it any easier,” he murmured. “I lost my mom too, when I was 15.”

“I’m sorry,” you echoed his previous sentiment but he just waved his hand dismissively. 

“Let’s talk about something happier before we get all depressed,” he joked lightly. 

“Well, you said that the water was pretty but what about the rest of the kingdom?” You questioned. “Do you like it?”

“I think it’s beautiful,” he replied. “Much larger than Pica, though.”

“I know, I’ve been to Pica,” you nodded. “Pica has a charm about it though, along with it’s citizens.”

“I hope I’m included in that,” Jungkook attempted to flirt and instead of outright rebuffing him this time, you just smiled without saying anything and Jungkook took that as a win. The two of you continued to make conversation as you both made your way back to the castle, getting to know each other more and more with each step that you etched in the sand. 

“You know, maybe we should go on that horseback ride while you’re here,” you offered and the grin on Jungkook’s face was so wide, you knew his face had to hurt.

“I’d love to,” he agreed without hesitation. “I really would.”

…………………………………………………….

A few days later, your schedule had finally cleared enough for you to be able to go on that horse ride with Jungkook. You met him in the stable in early afternoon, letting him look over the horses while you packed up the lunch that the helpers had prepared in a wicker picnic basket. 

“This one is gorgeous,” Jungkook murmured as he stepped over to one of the larger horses, allowing the animal to sniff his hand before he began to gently pet her. “What’s their name?”

“This is Lady and she’s a Friesian horse,” you smiled. “She’s my baby.”

“I see why,” Jungkook replied. “She’s magnificent.”

“She was born on the anniversary of my mother’s ascension to the throne, so that’s why she named her Lady,” you explained. “My mother gave her to me when I turned 18 and we’ve been close ever since.”

“Whoa!” Jungkook exclaimed and when you looked over, you saw Lady shaking her mane towards Jungkook purposefully. 

“Oh yeah, she’s a little sassy thing too,” you giggled, watching as Jungkook tried to get the horse hair out of his face. “Here, why don’t you ride her brother, Lord?”

“Twins?” Jungkook guessed.

“Twins,” you confirmed with a nod. Two of the helpers that were working in the stables saddled up both horses for you and once the two of you were settled on top of the large animals, you whistled over at Jungkook. 

“I have a place in mind where we can go, follow me,” You said before clicking your tongue, which urged Lady into a light jog out of the stable. Jungkook and Lord followed behind you and once you were sure he was following you, a smirk spread onto your face as you clicked your heels against Lady’s side, which made her break out into a full blown run. 

“Hey!” Jungkook huffed, a smirk of his own appearing on his face as he took your challenge, bumping his heels against Lord’s side and continuing to do so until he had almost caught up to you. 

That’s how the two of you rode for the next 15 minutes, going up into some of the hills that were behind the castle. The silence was sporadically interrupted by giggle coming from you or laughs coming from Jungkook, usually when one of you managed to overtake the other in terms of speed. By the time the two of you made it to the small meadow that you had led him to, you both looked a little windblown. 

“This is so pretty,” Jungkook murmured in awe as he got down off of his horse. Without asking you, he walked over to you and helped you down from your horse as well and you smiled up at him in thanks. 

“No one knows about this spot except for family so we don’t have to worry about someone finding me for something or another,” you told him. Jungkook untied the picnic basket from Lady’s back and the two of you found a good spot right near the bank of the stream that was also in the meadow.

“Do you ever get tired of being Queen?” Jungkook wondered as the two of you sat down together, and you shrugged while you opened the picnic basket and began setting the lunch out on the blanket that you two were sitting on. 

“It can be…draining sometimes, knowing that so many people depend on me and look to me for guidance and reassurance,” you confessed. “My mom and dad used to make it look so effortless and it wasn’t like that for me, at first.”

“My oldest hyung Namjoon says the same thing,” he nodded in understanding. 

“But on the opposite side, I actually like being needed like that,” you continued. “It’s also nice knowing that so many people revere me, even though I truly doubt I deserve it.”

“Well, from what I’ve gathered from you this first week, I think it is deserved,” he said gently. “Even though you iced me out that first day.”

“I hope you’re not holding that against me,” you grimaced. “I was more so still upset at the Solar Council, because they extended that invitation for you to come visit without my permission.”

“They can do that?”

“No, but they found a loophole and asked my father,” you huffed. “Since he’s also a royal and the former King, he has the right to extend invitations like that.”

“I did think it was odd when my father told me about it, especially given that proclamation you issued a few years back,” Jungkook said. 

“The Solar Council has made it a habit of trying to convince me to get married and pop out babies but I just want to focus on being the best Queen that I can be for my people, you know?” You told him. “If I’m somewhere in the castle, barefoot and pregnant, who will everyone look to?”

“Something that my dad has always said is that he can’t give the best of himself to the people if he’s not taking care of himself,” Jungkook said. “It must be insane to have so many people set their hopes and dreams on you, and I’m not pretending to know what that’s like, but I think you should make time for yourself too. Also, if you don’t mind my saying despite the real reason why I was invited here, having someone by your side means that the kingdom wouldn’t be vulnerable while you’re gone or busy.”

“But no one loves Zamia as much as I do,” you chuckled. “How will I find someone who respects it and it’s people as much as I do?”

“If you find the right person, they’ll love Zamia because you love it,” Jungkook explained. 

“And do you?”

“Do I, what?”

“Love Zamia?” You questioned. Jungkook paused for a few moments, pondering your question and you held your breath, trying to gauge if you had been a little too forward with him. 

“I think that as I learn more about it, it’ll be impossible for me not to,” he finally replied and you smiled, knowing exactly what he meant by the phrasing. 

“Nice to know,” you whispered. 

“Oh! Before I forget, I have something for you,” Jungkook said and you watched as he held his hands together, slowing pulling them apart and revealing a hologram of a bouquet of calla lily flowers. 

“They’re so pretty,” you cooed and Jungkook extended his hands towards you.

“Take them.”

“It’s a hologram, I can’t,” you laughed in disbelief. 

“It’s only a hologram for as long as I want it to be,” he revealed. “Go ahead, take them.” You tentatively reached your hands out, grabbing onto the bunch of stems and gasping when you could feel them on your skin. 

“Eternal flowers,” you muttered, leaning forward and smiling when you realized that the hologram even smelled like real life calla lilies. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled as the two of you went back to enjoying lunch together. 

…………………………………………………….

Everything between you and Jungkook changed after your date in the meadow. For the following week, the two of you were together anytime that you had some moments to spare. Though that meant that your quality time wasn’t so plentiful, Jungkook never complained about it and was always able to make the most of the time that you did have to spend together. 

Jungkook was funny, more than you expected him to be, he was kind, and he was so clearly loving. The relationship that he had with Taehyung was enviable and he had even begun to get closer to Jimin, Yoongi, Hobi, and even your father. Seeing Jungkook and Edric together made you happy, and you began to seriously look at Jungkook as someone that you could be with. 

With that thought in mind, it’s what spurred you to invite Jungkook to the dedication ceremony for the newest school that had been built in honor of your mother. You wanted to see how Jungkook would act with you in public, as well as how he’d interact with your citizens. 

“We’re almost ready for you, your Highness,” Jimin told you and you nodded your head, biting lightly on your lip as you stood off to the right of stage that was in front of the large crowd that had gathered for the ceremony. You were dressed in a fitted pants suit in Zamia’s official colors, blue and yellow, as well as a sash and your gold crown. 

“You ok?” Jungkook asked as he looked over at you, dressed in the same Naval uniform that he had arrived to Zamia in. “You look nervous.”

“I’m not the biggest fan of public speaking,” you confessed. “And this is for my mom so I really want it to be good.”

“And it will be,” he promised, reaching down and grabbing your free hand that wasn’t holding your speech in his hand. “Just take some deep breaths and speak from your heart.” Having him hold your hand allowed you to read his thoughts, and you could literally feel how sincere he was in what he said to you. 

“Ok, thanks,” you said, a soft smile coming onto your face when he lifted your hand and kissed the back of it gently. 

“Your Highness, it’s time,” Jimin said and you nodded your head, giving Jungkook’s hand a quick squeeze before letting go of it and climbing the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered at the sight of you and you took a few moments to wave at them all before stepping behind the podium. 

“Good morning,” you smiled. “Thank you all so much for attending this dedication ceremony for our newest magic school. The formation of this school is special for two reasons. The first being that this school is a solid, visible example of how much our kingdom is flourishing. Needing more space means that our population has risen and to do that, one needs faith in the people that serve them that their needs will be met. It means the world to me that you all feel like you have a happy enough way of life here in order to start and grow families of your own, so thank you for that.” The crowd cheered loudly for a few seconds before calming down and allowing you to continue.

“The second, and arguably the most important to me personally, is that it gives us the chance to dedicate something to our late Queen, my mother, Queen Thalia,” you continued. “Queen Thalia was an innovator. She established the first official school in the kingdom, made sure that every citizen regardless of age was able to read and write and knew how to control their powers to the best of their ability. She was determined for the citizens of Zamia to have the best lives possible and that effort is seen even now, 30 years from her coronation. With my pleasure and the blessing of the Solar Council, I hereby dedicate this building as the Queen Thalia Magic Education Center!”

The crowd went wild at the announcement, cheering loudly and chanting a mix of your mother’s name as well as yours. Your father walked up onto the stage then with a pair of scissors in his hands and together, the two of you cut the ribbon that was right in front of the door to the school. 

“Amazing job, little one,” Edric whispered to you and you smiled, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. After posing for a few photos with your father, the Solar Council, and the administration staff of the school, you made yourself busy with speaking to the citizens of Zamia, something that you prided yourself on taking the time to do. 

“It’s about time that we finally had a building dedicated to your mother, ancestors rest her soul,” an elderly man named Minho told you. 

“I know but the Solar Council, as well as my father and I, wanted to make sure that the dedication made sense and with this being a school, we saw no better time than now,” you explained. 

“And how are you yourself, dear?” Minho’ wife, Helena, asked you. “I know it’s been five years since she passed on but it can’t be any easier for you.”

“It isn’t but I’m doing well, thank you for asking,” you replied. 

“Of course she’s doing well, with one of the Princes of Pica visiting her,” a woman named Sooyoung laughed. “Are we going to be having a royal wedding and a coronation ceremony?”

“Not anytime soon,” you giggled. “Prince Jungkook as well as his brother Prince Taehyung are just here to visit.”

“Your mother said something similar when your father came to visit from his home kingdom,” Helena pointed out. 

“Have a good time, you guys,” you bid your goodbyes to them to cut the conversation short, laughing to yourself when you heard them groan and complain behind you. You walked over to Jungkook, who was speaking animatedly with some children. 

“Queen Y/N, Queen Y/N!” One of the little girls, who you knew as Boram, called out to you.

“Hi Boram,” you smiled, watching fondly as she did her best to do a bow to you before you greeted the other children as well. “Hi Yihwa, hi Sangjun.”

“Your Highness,” Yihwa and Sangjun both replied, the two of them able to greet you a little more properly since they were seven and nine years old versus Boram’s tender five.

“Queen Y/N, are you gonna marry Jungkookie Oppa?” Boram wondered and you couldn’t help but to laugh as you bent down so that you were level with her. 

“You’re calling him Oppa already?” You wondered. “Do you like him that much?”

“He’s nice,” Boram nodded. 

“She’s just saying that because he let her zap him with her electricity,” Yihwa reported. 

“Ah, your powers came all the way in,” you deduced and Boram nodded excitedly. 

“My ceremony is next week!” Boram announced happily. “Will you come?”

“You can’t ask her that, Boram,” Sangjun said. “She’s Queen and has other stuff to do.”

“I’ll have Jiminie check my schedule and we’ll see but no promises, ok?” You told Boram, making her nod reluctantly. 

“Jungkookie Oppa, can I use your hand to show Queen Y/N what I can do now?” Boram asked him hopefully and unable to deny her pouty lips, Jungkook nodded his head. 

“Sure, come on,” he gestured towards himself and Boram squealed excitedly, bounding over to stand in front of him. After you stood up straight again, you watched as Boram took a deep breath before making a spark of electricity with her finger, then using it to zap Jungkook’s palm. 

“Wow, amazing Boram!” You cheered, clapping your hands and making a big show of it. It was always a monumental moment when a person’s powers fully came in, and you wanted to encourage Boram as much as possible. 

Watching the exchange also made your respect for Jungkook grow exponentially. Getting a zap of electricity to your bare palm was no picnic and yet, Jungkook took it with a smile because of how happy it obviously made Boram. After that and seeing how he talked about magic books with Yihwa and what it was like being in the Navy with Sangjun, as well as talking to a bunch of other children and adults, it just confirmed what you had begun to suspect about Jungkook ever since your date in the meadow. 

Jungkook would make an amazing spouse and an amazing King, and now it was your move. 

…………………………………………………….

You paced back and forth on the balcony to the Throne Room, your blue dress breezing behind you and your gaze focused on the waves that were crashing against the shore. You had told Jimin to have Jungkook meet you here so that the two of you could talk, and your nerves were kind of starting to get the best of you as more time passed by. 

“Your Highness,” Jungkook called out and you turned around, watching as he strolled over to you. “You wanted to see me?” He was dressed in a tan shirt, tan slacks with suspenders holding them up, black shoes, and his hair pushed back from his face.

“Yes, hi,” you exhaled harshly as you stopped pacing and looked at him. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“Well, I figured it must be important if you requested my presence,” he said. You took a quick deep breath in before releasing it, as a last ditch effort to calm yourself before you began to speak. 

“So, we both know the real reason why you were invited here?” You began. 

“Yes.”

“And over the last two weeks, we’ve gotten to know each other better than I thought we would,” you mentioned. “As a result, I’ve become interested in you and I hope the feeling is mutual.”

“It is,” Jungkook nodded with a smile. “Very much so.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” you sighed in relief. “But now, I need to know how you feel about Zamia.”

“I told you, I love it,” he replied honestly. “It took my breath away when I first got here and after attending that dedication ceremony with you and getting to speak to the people, I fell in love even more. If needed, I’ll do anything necessary to support Zamia and you as well, if you allow me to.”

“And you’re not just here to take Zamia away from me?” You asked and Jungkook shook his head with a furrowed brow. Although it was much rarer now, it wasn’t unheard of for a woman or a man to marry into a royal family just to stage a coup and snatch the power for themselves. 

“The thought of that never even entered my mind, or my family’s mind,” he assured you. “I’m also a third born son so power hasn’t ever been high on my list of goals in life.”

“But that could be a reason why you came here,” you shot back. 

“See for yourself if you don’t believe me,” he said, extending his hand out to you. You grabbed onto it, intertwining your fingers with his and allowing your eyes to flutter shut as his thoughts and feelings flooded into your mind.

The very first thing you felt was peace, which you always interpreted as meaning someone was being honest or had pure intentions. That peaceful feeling almost became overwhelming and that only confirmed how truthful Jungkook was being. 

The second thing wasn’t a feeling, but a vision. The two of you were walking in the meadow that you had taken him to, hand in hand with two little figures running around in front of you. You could see how bright your smile was as you watched what you assumed would be your children play together and Jungkook eyes were focused on you, smiling at you with a look in his eyes that could only be described as fondness. 

“Oh my gosh,” you gasped as you opened your eyes, seeing that Jungkook was looking right at you with a soft smile. 

“Did you see?” He wondered and you nodded your head slowly. “That’s what I hope for when I think of my future here, with you.” 

“Jungkook,” you whispered as tears welled up in your eyes, the vision of your prospective future making you emotional. Jungkook instantly moved closer to you then, gently cupping your face in his hands and making you look into his eyes. 

“I know you have your reservations and I respect them, but I’m telling you that I want this and I want you, regardless of what that might entail,” he stated firmly. Looking into his brown eyes and not knowing what words might even exist for you to properly communicate how he made you feel, you decided to that the only thing that could tell him was a kiss. So that’s exactly what you did. 

Your lips crashed against his passionately, your hands wrapping around his neck to grip at the hair on the back of his head. Jungkook returned your eagerness as his hands slipped away from your face and down to your waist, gripping you tightly and pulling you closer to him. He walked the both of you backwards until you were pressed up against the ledge of the balcony, your back arching as his lips trailed away from yours and began to press open mouthed kisses to your neck. 

“Fuck,” you moaned.

“Mm, our Queen has a potty mouth,” Jungkook murmured teasingly, making you laugh out loud. 

“Yeah, kind of.”

“I don’t mind, as long as I’m the one making you curse,” he said deeply and you found yourself nodding your head. He captured your lips with his again, making you moan again as the two of you made out. You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips but suddenly, you realized where you were and what you two were doing and how it would look if anyone were to walk out onto the balcony. 

“Wait, wait, wait, we can’t,” you gasped, placing your hands against his chest and pushing him back slightly. “We can’t go too far, you know?”

“Of course, of course,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you chuckled. 

“What’s your schedule like for the rest of the day?” He questioned suddenly. 

“I’m free.”

“Great. Wait here for an hour and then meet me in the meadow, ok?” He said and you shrugged your shoulders before nodding. He pressed one last kiss to your lips and before you could ask where he was going or what he had up his sleeve, he raced away from you. 

After an hour of more pacing and not knowing what to do with yourself in order to stay occupied, you rode your horse to the meadow and once you got there, you saw Jungkook already standing near the stream as he waited for you. 

“What is all this about?” You wondered as you stepped over to stand in front of him.

“If we’re going to do this, I wanted to do it the right way,” Jungkook told you, reaching out and grabbing both of your hands in his. “You don’t have to feel obligated to say yes to what I’m about to ask you, ok?”

“Ok,” you nodded. A soft gasp escaped you when you watched him get down on one knee in front of you, letting go of one of your hands to reach into his pocket and pull out a large, round sapphire engagement ring. The band was gold and the sapphire was surrounded by white diamonds on either side. 

“Y/N-ah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Jungkook asked and you nodded your head up and down rapidly, squealing lightly when he slid the ring onto the fourth finger of your left hand. 

“It’s beautiful Jungkook,” you murmured as you held your hand up, admiring the ring. 

“My father gave it to my mother the day that I was born,” he explained as he stood up. “The sapphire is my birth stone and before she passed, my mother gave it to me to use as an engagement ring for the right woman.”

“And I’m the right woman?” You wondered as you wrapped your arms around his neck while he set his hands on your hips. 

“Absolutely,” Jungkook stated firmly. At a loss for words, which seemed to be a regular occurrence when you were around Jungkook, you settled for pulling him into a passionate kiss in an effort to communicate exactly how you were feeling at that moment. 

“I’m going to be everything that you need me to be, I promise,” Jungkook whispered against your lips. 

“I know, I know,” you smiled before kissing him again and you did know, deep down inside of you, that he was a person you could trust and depend on. 

…………………………………………………….

A month later, wedding preparation was in full swing and the palace, as well as the entire kingdom of Zamia, was buzzing with excitement. Admittedly, you were as well. Even though you still had your typical duties as Queen to take care of, planning your wedding had proven to be unexpectedly fun and you loved setting up even the smallest of details. 

Jungkook was a big help as well, coming with you to every meeting that had even the smallest thing to do with the wedding and offering you his support on your official duties as well. He had also kept his promise to you as he began to undertake his own royal duties for Zamia, and you found that the load he took off your shoulders was incredibly helpful. 

Despite that, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much alone time together since you announced your engagement and you were surprised by just how much you missed his presence. You missed his humor, his smile, his laugh, and how he always made you feel at ease. 

“Y/N-ah?” Jimin called out and you turned around from where you had been staring out of the window at the shore in front of the palace. “Jungkook’s back.”

“Great,” you smiled, gathering up the hem of your blue dress in your hands and rushing down the hallway and down the grand staircase. Once you made it to the side door which was already open due to the helpers who were bringing Jungkook’s bags into the palace, you ran outside to see Jungkook standing next to the limousine.

“Jungkook!” You cheered and he turned around, his grin wide as he opened his arms and you didn’t hesitate to run into them, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up off the ground. The kiss grew heated pretty quickly, your tongue slipping into Jungkook’s mouth as you felt his hands roam over your waist through the material of your dress. 

“Oh, I missed you baby,” Jungkook murmured against your lips and you smiled, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back to look at him. 

“I missed you more,” you cooed, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head. “How was Pica? And your family?”

“They’re all good, excited to come here at the end of the week for the wedding,” he told you as he set you back down on the ground. You wrapped your arm around his and intertwined your fingers together as you both walked back into the palace. “And I got the rest of my things.”

“You’re officially moved in then,” you noted. 

“Yep and you’re stuck with me,” he teased, making you roll your eyes playfully. “What have you been up to while I was gone?”

“Eh, the usual,” you shrugged. “Work and more work, as always.”

“I hope you won’t be too busy for me after the wedding.”

“I won’t be, because I’ll have you by my side,” you smiled up at him and he returned your smile as the two of you climbed the staircase and then strolled down the hallway together. 

“I hope you have your gift picked out for me for the ceremony,” you mentioned. “It’s tomorrow.” The ceremony that you were speaking of was a tradition for royal engaged couples, where they would present each other with a gift in front of their families and the Solar Council as a way of affirming their promises to each other and as a way of blessing their coming union. Typically, the gift was an extension of one’s magical powers but it was always interesting to see what each couple came up with.

“I already have my gift for you and you’re going to love it, I know it,” he said cockily. 

“You sure about that? It’s gonna be hard to outdo the present that my dad gave my mom.”

“He gave her a fucking island!” Jungkook exclaimed, making you giggle at his facial expression. 

“You better had come up with something that good then,” you joked. Smirking, Jungkook leaned against the wall and pulled you with him, forcing your body flush up against his as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“You’re a menace, you know?” He said. 

“I’ve been told,” you smiled. “At least you know you’ll never be bored.”

“That I do,” he chuckled before cupping your face in his hands and kissing you firmly. Per usual, you lost yourself in the kiss, your body melting into Jungkook’s as your lips slotted together. You had no idea how long the two of you ended up staying there, pressed up against that wall, until someone cleared their throat and caused the two of you to break apart. 

“So sorry to interrupt the two of you,” Yoongi huffed. “But you’re late for your next meeting, your Highness.”

“And you have a lesson on Zamia’s history to attend, Prince Jungkook,” Jimin giggled. “Which I remind you, you have to finish before the wedding on Saturday.”

“Of course,” Jungkook sighed with a smile. 

“Give us a second, we’ll be right there,” you told them, and Yoongi and Jimin nodded before walking away. 

“No privacy,” you scoffed. 

“Well, we are in the hallway,” Jungkook pointed out. “Good thing that we were because if we were anywhere else more private, you wouldn’t be going to that meeting.”

“Oh yeah?” You purred. “And why is that?”

“Because you wouldn’t be able to walk,” he whispered and you felt a tingle in your lower half. The sexual tension had been a constant any time the two of you were together since you had gotten engaged, and there had been several times over the last month that you had to stop yourself from falling into that temptation. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t have been able to, especially since you had before in your life, but as Queen, you wanted to do things in a more “traditional” way and save that for you and Jungkook until your wedding night. 

“We’ll have two weeks off after the wedding and my dad will take over for us so I hope you’ll keep that promise,” you murmured. 

“Let’s go!” Yoongi shouted from the end of the hall and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. 

“You better go before Yoongi hyung blows a gasket,” Jungkook laughed. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner?”

“Of course,” you nodded. “Have a good day.”

“You too, baby,” he smiled, leaning down and giving you one last kiss before pulling away from you and allowing you both to go your separate ways. 

&helli