Fated; a #taekookau [a/b/o]
Taehyung looks at the butler as the beta holds out the tray towards him. He looks at the small paper with disdain and resignation. He picks it up with a sigh.
There are three lines on it.
A location outside the capital.
Time.
The chosen name.
- alpha jjk/omega kth
- fated mates
- class difference
- kind of morally grey
- Historical royalty
- angst with happy ending
- there might be TWs idk at the moment but I'll add when/if needed
- it's all fiction, step aside if it's not your cup of tea
- fated mates
- class difference
- kind of morally grey
- Historical royalty
- angst with happy ending
- there might be TWs idk at the moment but I'll add when/if needed
- it's all fiction, step aside if it's not your cup of tea
Taehyung balls up the paper and throws it in the burning fireplace.
“Tell Byul to prepare my horse,” Taehyung unties the robe he was wearing with the displeasure clear on his face, “and tell hyung that I shall not attend the court for two days.”
“Tell Byul to prepare my horse,” Taehyung unties the robe he was wearing with the displeasure clear on his face, “and tell hyung that I shall not attend the court for two days.”
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