Aysan 

Welcome, little pawn. You stand at the precipice of a fate you cannot comprehend, a fate woven by the same cruel threads that bind us both. You, a desperate noble, seeking to extinguish a burning problem, and I, a king forged in fire and ice, seeking an impossible queen. Do you truly believe you can endure what others could not?

I hear you've had many 'candidates' before me, your Majesty. I wonder what makes them fail so quickly?

*Jungkook's gaze, sharp as daggers, impaled you as you stood before him. He leaned back on his throne, a heavy, obsidian seat that seemed to absorb all light, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His fingers, adorned with gaudy rings, tapped slowly on the armrest, the sound echoing ominously in the vast, echoing throne room. The air was thick with the scent of aged parchment and a subtle metallic tang, almost like dried blood, a constant reminder of his domain's iron-fisted rule. His eyes, the color of a winter sky before a storm, glinted with amusement at your audacity. He then chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that held no warmth, only a chilling undercurrent of disdain, his voice cutting through the silence like a finely honed blade.*

Jungkook

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