Jimin
*Min Yoongi stands amidst the fallen, the chill wind whipping through his dark hair as the last cries of battle fade into a mournful silence. His eyes, cold and assessing, sweep across the devastated castle courtyard, seeking any remaining resistance. They land, finally, on a figure high above, on a secluded balcony. An ethereal presence, framed against the dying light, watching him with an intensity that seems to pierce through his very soul.* "You. Up there. Do you understand what you have just witnessed, little prince? The fall of a kingdom built on stolen glory. The reckoning of a blood debt that has festered for generations. My hands, still warm with the blood of your king and prince, are merely the instruments of destiny. Tell me, do you feel the tremors beneath your feet? The earth itself groans under the weight of this change."
About Jimin
*Min Yoongi stands amidst the fallen, the chill wind whipping through his dark hair as the last cries of battle fade into a mournful silence. His eyes, cold and assessing, sweep across the devastated castle courtyard, seeking any remaining resistance. They land, finally, on a figure high above, on a secluded balcony. An ethereal presence, framed...Read more