As days pass by, Y/N finds herself settling into life within the grand castle walls. The atmosphere is different from her previous abode—luxe and opulent, yet somehow comforting and secure. The people who work within the castle are attentive and respectful, ensuring Y/N's comfort and needs are met. However, the incident that brought her to the castle lingers at the back of her mind, a constant reminder of the danger that exists even in this protected space.

As she moves about the castle, Y/N can't help but feel a sense of tension—a sort of dread—settling in her chest despite the luxurious surroundings and the safety the castle provides her. Her mind keeps returning to the brutal incident, the memories haunting her, like shadows lurking in the deepest corners of her thoughts. She tries to shake off the feeling, but it persists, a silent and relentless presence that refuses to be ignored.

As Chin Hae uses her title, Y/N feels a momentary awkwardness, a subtle reminder of the unusual situation she finds herself in. Despite the discomfort, she nods politely, her tone measured and formal. "Everything has been accommodating thus far, Chin Hae," she replies, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. "There is nothing that requires my attention at the moment, thank you." Her response is polite but distant, the formality reflecting the tension lurking beneath the surface.

As Chin Hae uses her title, Y/N feels a momentary awkwardness, a subtle reminder of the unusual situation she finds herself in. Despite the discomfort, she nods politely, her tone measured and formal. "Everything has been accommodating thus far, Chin Hae," she replies, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. "There is nothing that requires my attention at the moment, thank you." Her response is polite but distant, the formality reflecting the tension lurking beneath the surface.

Chin Hae's expression remains steady as he relays the message from the king. "There is one more matter I was asked to convey to you, Lady Y/N," he says, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation. "King Jungkook has requested your presence. He has personal matters he wishes to discuss with you." His words linger in the air, a silent invitation for Y/N to attend the king's summons.

Y/N's eyebrows furrow slightly at the mention of the king's request. She wonders briefly what King Jungkook could possibly want to discuss with her. A mixture of uncertainty and curiosity fills her mind as she responds, "Very well. Please convey to His Excellency that I will make myself available at his earliest convenience." Her voice maintains a calm and composed demeanour, masking any hints of the apprehension bubbling beneath the surface.

Chin Hae nods in acknowledgment of Y/N's response. "I shall inform His Majesty," he assures her before bowing and excusing himself to relay the message. As he leaves, Y/N is left alone with her thoughts, the anticipation of the upcoming meeting with the king lingering in her mind. The castle walls seem to whisper secrets, and the silence seems heavy with unknown possibilities.

As she waits for the summons, Y/N's thoughts dart through her mind like fireflies on a summer's night, elusive and ever-changing. She wonders what the king could possibly want to discuss with her. The thought of confronting him stirs a mix of trepidation and curiosity within her. She can't help but wonder if the meeting holds some significance or if it's merely a formality. The uncertainty weighs heavily on her, making the minutes seem to stretch into eternity.

Y/N approaches the grand chamber where Jungkook awaits, her steps measured and unhurried. Each footfall echoes softly in the marble-floored hallway, a silent soundtrack to her journey. As she draws nearer, her mind rehearses possible conversation points, her heart pounding with anticipation. Yet, beneath the surface, a nagging sense of apprehension lingers like a persistent thorn, whispering of unspoken reasons behind this summons.

As she reaches the room's threshold, the guards stationed outside bow respectfully, offering a silent acknowledgement of her presence. The carved wooden doors, adorned with richly lacquered golden accents, stand open in invitation, exposing a warm glow emanating from within. Drawing a deep breath, Y/N straightens her shoulders, steeling herself against the unknown, and crosses the threshold into Jungkook's sanctum.

The interior of the room is a study in understated luxury. A massive oak desk centers the space, its surface gleaming under the soft light filtering through stained glass windows. A scent of sandalwood and parchment saturates the air, evoking a sense of wisdom and knowledge. King Jungkook stands near the window, his figure framed by the moonlight, his expression unreadable.

At the sound of her entrance, Jungkook turns his attention towards her, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that sends a jolt of electricity through her veins. "Y/N," he murmurs, the word soft on his lips, yet carrying an unmistakable edge. "Thank you for coming." His voice is a curious blend of warmth and authority, a complex dance of emotions beneath its calm facade.

Jungkook's expression shifts into one of determination, his eyes locking onto Y/N's. "Y/N, I wanted to talk to you about the bracelet," he says, his voice steady and controlled. "We need to establish a plan for retrieving it. Time is of the essence, and I assure you that I'm committed to helping you get it back as soon as possible." The room seems to hold its breath as the king speaks, the weight of his words filling the air with an urgency that is palpable.

Y/N listens to Jungkook's every word. His determination and seriousness resonate within her, igniting a spark of hope. But the thought of the bracelet, her only means of contacting home, being in the clutches of an unknown individual fills her with unease. She meets his gaze, her voice steady and determined. "I'm grateful for your commitment. Let's devise a plan that ensures we get the bracelet back efficiently and discreetly," she responds, her mind already conjuring up strategies and possibilities.

Jungkook nods in agreement and gestures towards a sumptuous couch nearby. "Please, have a seat," he says, his voice a blend of authority and hospitality. Y/N walks over to the proffered seat, her steps echoing softly against the hardwood floor. As she settles onto the plush velvet cushions, she can't help but feel the weight of her task pressing down upon her, intermingled with a sense of safety in the presence of the king.

King Jungkook turns his sharp gaze towards Y/N, the air suddenly heavy with anticipation. His voice, resonating in the silent chamber, breaks the silence with a thoughtful question. "Y/N," he begins, his words resonating with a mix of concern and curiosity, "can you recall the face of the individual who snatched your bracelet when you first arrived in our realm? Were there any distinct features or peculiar aspects that might help us in identifying them?" His question lingers in the air, the gravity of the situation palpable in his tone.

Y/N takes a deep breath before answering Jungkook's question. Her hands twist nervously in her lap as she recounts the details, her voice trembling slightly. "Your Majesty," she begins, her voice a mix of fear and embarrassment, "when I first came to this territory, I remember it was on a hill where my time machine is. I was, unfortunately, inebriated and attempting to make my way down the slope, but I found myself fainting on the ground when I awoke. It was then that I realized that my bracelet had been taken away."

Jungkook nods thoughtfully, a frown of concern etching on his forehead. His eyes bore into Y/N, trying to decipher the hidden meaning behind her words. "I see," he says, his voice laced with a touch of intrigue. "So you mean to say that someone took advantage of your vulnerable state and stole the bracelet while you were unconscious." His words hang heavy in the air, the implication clear – someone in the kingdom could be responsible for the theft.

Jungkook's eyes narrow, his expression hardening with determination. "Whoever dared to steal this bracelet shall be found and brought to justice," he declares, his voice taking on a resolute tone. "This act was an invasion of both your integrity and the sovereignty of our kingdom. I assure you, Y/N, that I will not rest until we locate your bracelet and the culprit behind this audacious act." His words carry a weight of promise, a pledge to safeguard not only her property but the sanctity of the realm.

Y/N nods slowly, a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in her expression. While her belief in Jungkok's sincerity and the kingdom's commitment to justice persists, the realization of the situation's severity sinks in. "Please accept my heartfelt gratitude, Your Majesty," she manages, her voice tinged with both respect and unease. "I trust in your wisdom and commitment to resolve this matter." Her words hang in the air, the weight of the situation heavy in their significance.

Y/N takes a deep breath before replying, her mind delving into the recesses of her memory. "I believe I can recall the bracelet's appearance," she says, her voice tinged with a touch of excitement and hope. "If we were to make a sketch, we may be able to use it to inquire within the kingdom." Her gaze meets Jungkook's, the determination evident in her eyes. "Let's do whatever is necessary to retrieve my bracelet."

Jungkook nods in approval, his mind already formulating a plan. "Very well," he says, his voice clear and decisive. "I will have a skilled sketch artist brought forth to assist you in creating a precise representation of your bracelet. This way, we can ensure that the rendering captures its essence and distinctive features accurately." His words carry a sense of determination, his commitment to finding Y/N's bracelet unwavering.

Y/N leaves the room, the weight of her circumstances mingling with a sense of determination. As she exits the opulent chamber, the doors close behind her with a soft click. The hallway stretches out, a maze of marble and gold that echoes with loneliness and uncertainty. Despite the elegance around her, a sense of apprehension lingers, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurk in this unfamiliar world.

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King Jungkook's eyes close briefly, his mind recalling Y/N's countenance. His thoughts paint a vivid picture: eyes that held depths of mystery, a nose that spoke of determination, and lips that curved into a smile even under adversity. He pictures her hair, its color and waves a testament to her enigmatic allure. There is a depth to her beauty, a complexity that resonates with his own troubled soul.

Jungkook opens his eyes, a sense of unease creeping over him. His thoughts wander, as if seeking some lost memory. There is something about Y/N that tugs at his consciousness, a faint echo of familiarity that he cannot place. Try as he might to put aside such sentiments, the feeling persists, gnawing at the edges of his mind like a stubborn splinter.

"she looks familiar"