The castle garden, a sanctuary of stillness amidst the ever-present hum of life within the kingdom, had quickly become Y/N's refuge. Here, away from the imposing stone walls and the unrelenting formalities of court life, she found a sense of solace she hadn't known she craved. The garden felt like a world apart from the bustling energy of the castle and its grand halls, a place where time seemed to slow, allowing her space to breathe and gather her thoughts.

She sat on a smooth stone bench, her back resting against the cool marble surface, eyes closed as she soaked in the sounds and scents around her. The air was fresh, laden with the sweet aroma of blooming flowers—roses, jasmine, and lavender blending into a delicate perfume that lingered in the breeze. Somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of water flowing into the garden's pond could be heard, the steady trickle from the waterfall creating a soothing, rhythmic lull. It was like nature's own song, a quiet serenade that wrapped itself around her, easing the tension from her body.

As the gentle whispers of the leaves stirred by the wind brushed past her ears, Y/N found herself sinking deeper into the moment, allowing the garden's tranquility to wash over her. The rustling foliage, the occasional chirp of a bird, the soft hum of insects—all of it wove together into a delicate symphony, one that grounded her in the present. It was in moments like these, when the world seemed to fade away, that she felt a fleeting sense of peace, a brief reprieve from the confusion of being in an unfamiliar time and place.

The garden had become her escape, a space where she could momentarily forget the strangeness of her situation. The maze of old oaks, colorful blooms, and creeping ivy held a kind of magic that transcended time. Here, surrounded by nature's quiet beauty, the overwhelming sense of displacement she often felt seemed to lift, replaced by a calm that soothed her soul. Y/N breathed in deeply, the fragrant air filling her lungs, and let herself linger in the stillness. This was the one place in the castle where she felt she could be herself—untethered by expectations, free from the eyes of courtiers and soldiers.

It wasn't that she disliked the people, but the formalities of palace life were exhausting in a way she hadn't anticipated. Every glance, every word seemed loaded with meaning, each step carefully measured. In the garden, none of that mattered. Here, she was just Y/N, a girl far from her own time, seeking quiet amid the chaos.

With a soft sigh, Y/N opened her eyes and reached for the DSLR camera hanging around her neck, the weight of it a familiar comfort in this otherwise foreign world. She ran her fingers over the smooth body of the camera, feeling the coolness of the metal against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the garden around her. Lifting it to her eye, she gazed through the lens and framed the vibrant scene before her—sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground, flowers swaying gently in the breeze. The garden seemed even more enchanting through the lens, its beauty crystallized in fleeting moments she could now capture forever.

She clicked the shutter, the soft mechanical sound breaking the tranquil silence as she snapped photo after photo. The delicate petals of roses, the cascade of ivy crawling up ancient stone walls, the quiet reflection of the pond—each shot immortalized the serenity of the garden. Y/N smiled to herself, marveling at how something so timeless could feel so perfectly at home within the frame of her modern camera. For a moment, it felt as though the gap between centuries had closed, as if this garden could belong to any era, any place, yet still hold the same quiet magic.

Y/N was so absorbed in capturing the beauty of the garden through her camera that she didn't notice the subtle shift in the atmosphere around her. Her fingers worked quickly, adjusting the focus, clicking the shutter, lost in the quiet rhythm of her photography. The world around her had dissolved into the viewfinder—the vivid colors, the gentle sway of the flowers in the breeze. It was only when a deep voice echoed in her ear that she snapped back to reality.

"You're quite captivated by my garden, aren't you?"

The sudden sound startled her, and she nearly dropped the camera as she spun around. Jungkook stood a few paces behind her, his presence so quiet she hadn't sensed his approach. His expression was unreadable, though there was a calmness in his eyes, as if he had been watching her for a moment before speaking.

Y/N blinked, still adjusting to the sudden presence of Jungkook, his voice breaking through the quiet as naturally as the breeze. She lowered the camera from her face, turning toward him with a mix of surprise and slight embarrassment at having been so absorbed in her task. The garden had felt like her own little world for a moment, and his unexpected arrival jolted her back to the present.

"Oh, hey, Jungkook," she managed, her voice casual, though her heart had skipped a beat at his sudden appearance. "I didn't even hear you come in." She glanced down at her camera, then gestured to the garden around them. "I was just... well, you know, taking some pictures. This place is so peaceful. It's hard not to want to capture it."

Jungkook's expression softened as he took a step closer, his eyes drifting from the vibrant greenery around them to the camera in her hands. He studied her for a moment, his curiosity apparent. "The way you see my garden is different," he remarked, his tone contemplative. "It's fascinating to watch you, seeing you so captivated by something that has always been here, yet it feels as if you're discovering it for the first time."

Y/N glanced at the screen of her camera, where the images she'd just taken flickered softly in the light. The soft blooms, the winding vines along the stone walls, the serene pond in the distance—all frozen in time through her lens. She smiled, her fingers brushing the camera's surface as she spoke. "Yeah, I guess it's my way of appreciating the beauty around me. I mean, there's so much detail I would've missed if I hadn't stopped to take a photo. The camera sort of forces you to slow down and notice things, you know?"

Jungkook nodded, his gaze thoughtful as he continued to observe her. There was something in the way she spoke, a deep reverence for the world captured through her lens that intrigued him. "It's strange to think about—preserving moments in time," he mused, his voice quieter now. "You see the world through a different lens, literally. To you, each captured moment is like a piece of history, frozen forever."

Y/N smiled at his words, the weight of them sinking in. "Yeah, I guess that's exactly it," she agreed, her voice softer now, matching the mood. "It makes me appreciate the small things. The way light hits the leaves or how the water reflects the sky. It's like... it makes everything feel more alive. More meaningful."

Jungkook's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, a subtle smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "Perhaps that's why you find such comfort here. My garden, like your camera, holds secrets waiting to be discovered. Each time you return, there's always something new, something you didn't notice before." His tone carried a quiet warmth, as if the garden itself was an extension of him, a reflection of something deeper within.

Y/N met his gaze, feeling a strange sense of understanding pass between them. She hadn't expected this conversation to turn so reflective, but it felt natural. She glanced around the garden, her camera still hanging loosely around her neck, and nodded. "Yeah, I think you're right. It's like... every time I come here, I see something new, something I hadn't noticed before. Almost like the garden's alive in its own way."

Jungkook's gaze flickered to the camera hanging from Y/N's neck, his curiosity evident in the way his eyes followed its every detail. The small device, so commonplace to her, was an enigma to him—a piece of technology that seemed almost magical in its ability to capture and preserve moments. He tilted his head slightly, his expression thoughtful and intent. "That... contraption you carry everywhere—this 'camera' of yours," he began, his voice calm but tinged with intrigue. "How exactly does it work? I've seen you use it many times, but the way it captures the world still eludes me."

Y/N's eyebrows lifted in mild surprise at his question. The camera was such an integral part of her daily life that she rarely stopped to consider how alien it might seem to someone from a different era. She glanced down at the device, a small smile playing on her lips as she prepared to explain. "Well, it's actually pretty straightforward," she said, her tone casual but with an undercurrent of eagerness.

"This is a digital camera. It works by using light to capture an image. When I press this button," she pointed to the shutter button, "the camera takes in light through the lens. It then records the scene in front of it, essentially freezing that moment in time. The picture is saved instantly, and I can view it right here." She turned the camera around to show him the small screen, where one of her recent photos of the garden was displayed.

Jungkook leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he studied the image on the screen. The garden, captured with an almost unnervingly precise clarity, appeared both familiar and foreign to him. It was a near-perfect reproduction, yet somehow it felt flattened and distant, a two-dimensional echo of the vibrant reality he knew. "It... captures reality as it is, but in a way that can be held and viewed later," he said slowly, as if trying to wrap his mind around the concept. "It's almost like a painting, but without the brushstrokes. Just... reality."

"Exactly," Y/N nodded, her voice carrying a hint of satisfaction at his understanding. "But unlike a painting, it's instantaneous. There's no waiting for colors to dry or spending hours on details. It's just a quick click, and the moment is preserved, captured as it happened."

Jungkook's brow furrowed as he absorbed her explanation, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "So, it requires no special skill then? Anyone can simply press a button and capture these moments?"

Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. "Well, sort of. Anyone can take a picture, sure. But it's not just about pressing a button. It's about how you see things—how you frame a shot, which details you choose to focus on. That's where the skill comes in. You have to train your eye to recognize beauty and meaning in the ordinary. It's more than just a mechanical process; it's an artistic one."

Jungkook straightened, his gaze thoughtful as he processed her words. "I see," he said, nodding slowly. "So, it's the vision of the person using the camera that truly matters, not just the device itself. Much like painting, then. The brush is only as good as the one who wields it."

Y/N's grin widened at his perceptive comparison. "Exactly! It's all about perspective. Capturing the world through a camera lens is a way of telling a story, of presenting a moment in a way that others might not see. It's like finding hidden layers in the world around us, and the camera just helps to reveal them."

Jungkook's fascination with the camera grew evident as he continued to examine it, his eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and admiration. "This device," he began, his voice carrying a note of earnestness, "it captivates me. You speak of it with such familiarity and skill. Would you be willing to teach me how it functions?"

Y/N's eyebrows lifted in surprise. The idea of teaching someone from another era about a modern technology like a camera was both intriguing and slightly daunting. "Teach you? Really?" she replied, a touch of amusement in her tone. "I'd be more than happy to, but I should warn you—it might take a bit of time to get accustomed to, especially with how different things are here."

Jungkook's expression remained serious, his gaze steady as he met her eyes. "I understand that it might be a challenge, but I am eager to learn. There is much I find fascinating about your world, and this seems like a valuable skill. The way you preserve moments and capture beauty—it is akin to the art I create, and I wish to comprehend it fully."

Y/N's initial hesitation melted away, replaced by a growing excitement. "Alright, then. I'd be glad to teach you. It's not as complicated as it might seem at first, though it's definitely different from what you're used to. We can start with the basics—how to hold the camera properly, how to adjust the settings, and how to frame your shots."

J U N G K O O K'S  P O V

As I observed Y/N explain the workings of the camera, I found myself drawn into the moment, captivated by the meticulous way she demonstrated each function. Her fingers, deft and sure, moved over the controls with a practiced ease, guiding me through the various settings. The closeness between us was undeniable; she leaned in just enough for me to see the camera's intricate details, and I became acutely aware of every nuance in her appearance. The soft fall of her hair framed her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her lips and the earnest expression in her eyes.

In the quiet of the garden, the light seemed to play off her features, turning her eyes into shimmering pools of light that mirrored her enthusiasm. Her voice, though calm and explanatory, carried a vibrancy that resonated deeply with me. Each time her hand brushed against mine—whether intentionally or by chance—there was a fleeting, almost electric connection that made me more aware of her presence. It was as though the simple act of teaching had created an invisible thread between us, drawing us closer together in a way that was both intimate and revealing.

The warmth of her breath against my skin as she leaned in to point out a particular setting heightened my awareness of our proximity. The garden, once a serene backdrop, seemed to dissolve into the background, leaving just the two of us in this shared space of discovery. Her focus was entirely on the camera, but I couldn't help but be drawn to the way her gaze flickered up to meet mine, revealing a vulnerability and sincerity that was both captivating and disarming.

As Y/N continued her explanation, her enthusiasm for the camera became increasingly apparent. She spoke with a passion that transformed the technical details into something almost poetic. Each feature she described, each function she demonstrated, was infused with a sense of purpose and artistry. I found myself absorbed not just in the mechanics of the device but in the way she conveyed its significance, the way she made the mundane seem extraordinary.

The experience was more than just an introduction to a new technology—it was an unexpected glimpse into Y/N's character. Her ability to convey the intricacies of the camera with such clarity and passion spoke volumes about her dedication and creativity. As I watched her, I realized that this moment of learning was revealing a side of her that went beyond her role as a guest in the castle. It was as if, through the lens of the camera, I was beginning to see her in a new light, uncovering the depth of her personality and the richness of her world.

In this intimate setting, surrounded by the tranquil beauty of the garden, I felt a profound sense of connection. The act of teaching me about the camera had brought us closer, allowing me to appreciate not only the technology but also the person who was sharing it with me. Y/N's presence, her passion, and her ability to make the ordinary extraordinary left a lasting impression, making this moment of learning something far more meaningful than I had anticipated.

As Y/N finished her explanation, she turned to me, her eyes searching for a sign of comprehension. "Do you understand?" she asked, her tone both hopeful and slightly amused.

I shook my head, feeling a mix of frustration and determination. "Not entirely," I admitted. "Could you teach me again? I want to make sure I grasp it fully this time."

Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she prepared to demonstrate once more. This time, I made a conscious effort to focus solely on the mechanics of what she was showing me, pushing aside any distractions. I watched closely as she adjusted the camera settings, her hands moving with practiced precision.

She began again, her voice steady and clear, guiding me through each function with careful attention. I concentrated on every detail—the way she adjusted the aperture, the methodical turn of the lens, and the way she explained how to frame a shot. Her instructions, though repeated, were delivered with the same enthusiasm and clarity as before, and I made sure to absorb every word, every movement.

As she demonstrated how to hold the camera correctly, I focused intently on her guidance. I observed how her fingers interacted with the device, paying close attention to her explanations about different settings and their effects. The initial fascination I had felt was now replaced by a serious commitment to learning, driven by a desire to understand and master the camera's complexities.

Y/N's patience and thoroughness were evident as she walked me through the steps again, ensuring I understood each part of the process. Her focus remained on teaching, and I mirrored that concentration, allowing myself to be fully immersed in the learning experience. It was clear that the camera was more than just a device to her—it was a means of capturing moments and preserving memories, and I wanted to grasp that significance fully.

As she concluded the second round of instructions, I felt more confident in my understanding. The camera, once a mysterious object, now seemed a little more familiar, thanks to her clear and repeated explanations. Y/N's teaching had been thorough and patient, and I was grateful for her willingness to ensure that I learned correctly. The process had not only deepened my appreciation for the device but also reinforced my respect for her skill and dedication.

With a determined nod, Y/N took the camera from my hands and guided me to the garden's edge. "Now that you have a basic understanding of the camera," she said, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and encouragement, "let's go through the process of taking a picture. I'll demonstrate by capturing a shot of the garden."

She adjusted the camera, her movements fluid and confident. Her fingers deftly worked the controls as she explained each step. "First, you need to frame the shot. Look through the viewfinder and decide what you want to capture. Make sure the composition is pleasing and that the subject is in focus."

I watched closely, fascinated by the way she moved with such ease. She raised the camera to her eye, her expression focused as she surveyed the garden through the lens. The lush greenery, the vibrant blooms, and the serene pond were framed with an artist's eye, each element carefully considered.

Y/N positioned herself carefully, making subtle adjustments to the camera's settings as she went. She turned the lens slightly, then peered through it once more, ensuring that everything was just right. "You'll want to pay attention to the lighting and the angle," she explained. "Make sure the light is coming from the right direction and that your subject is well-lit."

She pressed the shutter button with a soft click, and I saw the image briefly appear on the camera's screen. The garden was captured in all its splendor—each petal and leaf rendered with striking clarity. Y/N smiled as she reviewed the photo, satisfied with the result. "And that's it," she said, handing the camera back to me. "It's about framing the moment and capturing its essence."

I took the camera from her, examining the photo with a newfound appreciation for the process. Y/N's demonstration had brought the complexities of the camera into focus, and I felt more confident about attempting it myself. The way she had captured the beauty of the garden was impressive, and I was eager to try my hand at it.

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and as I prepared to take my own photo, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The camera, which had once seemed like an enigma, now felt like a tool I could use to capture the world around me, thanks to Y/N's patient and insightful guidance.

As Y/N handed me the camera, a spark of enthusiasm lit up my eyes. "Can I give it a try?" I asked, a blend of curiosity and excitement evident in my voice.

Her smile broadened, and she nodded. "Of course! I'd love to see what you come up with."

I took the camera from her, adjusting its weight in my hands, and began to set it up as she had demonstrated. I lifted the camera to my eye and peered through the viewfinder, focusing on Y/N. The garden, vibrant and alive, became a backdrop to her presence, and I found myself captivated by the way she looked through the lens.

Through the camera, Y/N appeared almost ethereal. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a soft, golden halo around her. Her hair, illuminated by the light, seemed to shimmer and flow like liquid gold, enhancing the natural beauty of the scene. Her expression was serene, a gentle calm that contrasted beautifully with the vivid colors of the garden behind her. There was a tranquil poise about her that seemed to elevate her above the everyday, making the moment feel both intimate and timeless.

I adjusted the focus, ensuring that she was framed perfectly against the lush backdrop. The way she stood, casual yet composed, created a harmonious balance with the lively garden. Her presence seemed to blend seamlessly with the natural beauty surrounding her, and through the lens, she appeared both relaxed and radiant. It was as though she was a part of the garden's essence, her calm demeanor complementing the vibrant colors and textures around her.

As I pressed the shutter button, the camera emitted a soft click, capturing the moment with precision. I lowered the camera and looked at the image on the screen. The photograph reflected not just Y/N's physical beauty but also the serene elegance she brought to the scene. Her expression, framed by the golden light, conveyed a sense of peace and grace that was both captivating and profound.

Handing the camera back to her, I felt a sense of satisfaction. "How was that?" I asked, my voice tinged with anticipation.

Y/N took the camera, her gaze shifting to the photo with a mixture of curiosity and appreciation. "It's wonderful," she said, her voice warm and encouraging. "You've got a good eye for capturing moments."

Watching her reaction, I realized that through the lens, I had captured more than just an image. I had glimpsed a side of Y/N that was both enchanting and deeply personal. The way she interacted with the world, the subtlety of her expressions, and the serene confidence she exuded all came together in that single frame. It was a moment of connection and insight, one that made me appreciate not only her presence but also the way she saw and engaged with the world around her.

E N D   O F  J U N G K O O K'S  P O V

Y / N'S  P O V

As I handed the camera back to Jungkook, a glint of playful mischief danced in my eyes. "Alright, now it's your turn to be in front of the lens," I said, a grin spreading across my face. "I want to take a picture of you." The garden, bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, seemed like the perfect setting for this new venture. The vibrant colors of the flowers and the serene backdrop of the pond added a touch of magic to the moment, and I was eager to capture that essence with Jungkook as my subject.

Jungkook's gaze turned thoughtful as he took the camera from me, his fingers brushing the cool metal. "I'm a king," he said, a hint of playful seriousness in his voice. "I need to look good in the photograph. Make sure I do." His tone was a mix of jest and genuine concern, as if the weight of his royal status was bearing down on him even in this lighthearted moment. His request was wrapped in an air of formality, but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his amusement.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his earnestness. "Oh, don't worry," I replied, trying to keep my tone light. "I'll do my best to make you look less like a grumpy ruler and more like a charming one. No promises, though." The playful jab was delivered with a smile, and I could see his attempt to suppress a grin. It was moments like these that made me appreciate how well we could banter, despite the differences in our worlds.

Jungkook's lips twitched into a reluctant smile, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Grumpy ruler, huh?" he said, clearly enjoying the teasing. His attempt to maintain a serious expression was undermined by the lighthearted banter we shared, creating a contrast that was both endearing and amusing. His playful demeanor was a refreshing departure from the stern king I had initially encountered.

With a dramatic flourish, Jungkook turned away and struck a pose that was a curious blend of regal and self-conscious. His stance was straight and commanding, but there was an undeniable hint of awkwardness in his posture. I raised the camera, feeling its weight shift in my hands, and began adjusting the settings with practiced ease.

I adjusted the camera's settings, watching Jungkook's earnest attempts to strike a regal pose. He was clearly trying to look his best, but the combination of his serious expression and the awkwardness of his stance was almost too much. An idea struck me, and I couldn't resist teasing him a bit more.

"Seriously, Jungkook," I began, a mischievous smile playing on my lips, "if you keep that pose up, you're going to look like a statue of a king who's constipated." The words slipped out with a mix of humor and affection, and I watched as Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise. He tried to hold back a laugh, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curling upward despite his efforts.

His reaction was unexpected and utterly endearing. The laugh that escaped him was genuine and bright, a rare glimpse of his unguarded self. I seized the moment, my finger pressing the shutter just as his laughter reached its peak. The camera captured the perfect shot: Jungkook mid-laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and a genuine warmth radiating from his expression. The image was a perfect blend of his royal demeanor and the playful humanity I had come to appreciate.

As the camera clicked, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It was a moment of unfiltered joy that I was glad to have preserved. The juxtaposition of his royal attire with the candid, unguarded laughter was a reminder of the fun and connection we shared, despite the vast differences between our worlds.

I peered at the camera screen, expecting to see the usual assortment of garden shots, but instead, my eyes fell upon the image of Jungkook laughing. The photograph was a delightful accident, capturing him mid-laughter with a genuine, unguarded joy that was so different from his usual composed demeanor. I hadn't anticipated how such a simple moment could stir something within me.

The way his eyes crinkled at the corners, the soft smile that spread across his face—it was a side of him that seemed so naturally relaxed and endearing. I found myself unable to look away, the image having an unexpected effect on me. My heart fluttered softly, a reaction I hadn't expected. The genuine warmth in his expression contrasted sharply with the often serious and formal king I had encountered.

In that fleeting moment, the photograph was more than just a captured image; it was a window into a side of Jungkook that felt profoundly real and personal. I could almost hear the echo of his laughter, see the unfiltered happiness that wasn't always visible in his royal duties. It was as if the photograph held a piece of his true self, and it stirred something inside me, a mix of admiration and something else I couldn't quite name.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the fluttering sensation in my chest. It was just a photograph, after all. Yet, as I looked at the image once more, I couldn't help but appreciate the rare glimpse it offered of Jungkook's more human side.

I continued to study the photograph, the genuine laughter captured in that fleeting moment creating a stark contrast to Jungkook's usual composure. It was an image that resonated with warmth and authenticity, a side of him I hadn't seen before. When Jungkook approached, his eyes fixed on the camera screen, I felt a mix of anticipation and curiosity. I wondered how he would react to this unexpected glimpse of himself.

He glanced at the picture and then at me, his expression shifting into one of mild disappointment. "I don't like it," he said with a note of dissatisfaction, his voice carrying a hint of self-consciousness. "It doesn't seem fitting. As a king, I'm not supposed to look like this." His words were wrapped in a blend of seriousness and formality, as if the photograph had somehow compromised his royal dignity.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, my frustration mingled with a touch of amusement. "Seriously, Jungkook?" I said, trying to keep my tone light despite my irritation. "You're going to criticize a picture where you're actually smiling and looking like a real person? It's not every day you get to see the king in such a relaxed state." I let out a small, exasperated laugh. "You need to be real at least once in a while. You're not always this stern figure with the weight of the kingdom on your shoulders. Sometimes, you're just someone who laughs and enjoys life."

Jungkook's gaze softened as he listened to my words, though he remained slightly guarded. "It's just... I'm not used to showing this side of myself publicly," he admitted, his tone carrying a trace of vulnerability. There was a brief pause as he seemed to weigh his words, a subtle shift in his demeanor hinting at the internal conflict he faced.

I shook my head, my expression a mix of exasperation and encouragement. "Well, if you ask me, this side suits you just fine. Maybe even better than the whole 'mighty king' act you've got going on." I gave him a teasing smile, trying to lighten the mood. "You don't always have to be perfect. It's okay to let people see you as you really are, every once in a while."

Jungkook met my gaze, and in that moment, I saw a flicker of understanding, perhaps even relief. It was as if my words had given him a glimpse into a different perspective on himself. He didn't respond immediately but handed the camera back to me, the tension in his posture easing slightly. The corners of his mouth twitched into a reluctant smile, a small but significant sign that he was beginning to embrace the more authentic side of himself I had tried to show him.

As the soft, quiet exchange between Jungkook and me continued, the sudden sound of footsteps disrupted the calm of the garden. A soldier entered the area, his presence marked by the crispness of his uniform and the purposeful stride with which he approached. He stopped a few paces away from us, bowing deeply to Jungkook in a show of respect. The formality of the gesture momentarily shifted the mood, drawing both our attention to him.

"Your Majesty," the soldier intoned with a measured tone, "I must inform you that Lady Jasmine has arrived." The announcement carried an air of importance, his eyes fixed on Jungkook with a respectful deference. The mention of Jasmine's name seemed to pull Jungkook back into the realm of his royal duties, his expression shifting from the relaxed ease of our conversation to a more composed, attentive demeanor. The atmosphere around us subtly changed as Jungkook absorbed the news, the weight of his responsibilities momentarily overtaking the informal moment we had been sharing.

As the soldier's announcement cut through the serene atmosphere of the garden, my mind raced back to the history I had absorbed from my textbooks. I remembered studying Jungkook's reign in detail, including his personal life. Jasmine, his first wife, had been a significant figure in those accounts. She was portrayed not merely as a consort but as a key partner in his early years of rule, embodying the grace and wisdom that complemented his leadership.

Sitting on the bench, I recalled the detailed descriptions of their relationship—their union had been depicted as a strategic and affectionate alliance, laying a strong foundation for his reign. The historical texts had painted a vivid picture of Jasmine's influence and her role in shaping the early years of Jungkook's kingship. Seeing Jungkook's reaction to the soldier's announcement brought a sudden, sharp clarity to the distant figures I had only studied in books. The knowledge I had once viewed as abstract and distant now seemed vividly tangible, merging the historical and the personal in a way that was both surprising and profound.

Trying to bridge the gap between the historical facts and the reality before me, I decided to clear up the confusion directly. I turned to Jungkook, my curiosity piqued, and asked, "Jasmine is your fiancée, isn't she?"

The question hung in the air, and I could see a flicker of surprise in Jungkook's eyes as he processed the query. The formality of the moment seemed to momentarily dissolve, replaced by a look of contemplation. It was clear he was weighing how much to reveal, and his response would undoubtedly add another layer to the intriguing tapestry of his life and reign that I was beginning to unravel.

I shifted slightly on the bench, feeling the weight of the historical context pressing upon me. As Jungkook processed the soldier's announcement, I seized the moment to clear up a lingering question that had been on my mind. "Jungkook," I began, my voice carrying a hint of hesitation but also curiosity, "Jasmine is your fiancée, isn't she?"

His gaze met mine, a mixture of surprise and contemplation flickering in his eyes. There was a brief pause as he seemed to weigh his response, the formality of his royal demeanor momentarily softened by the personal nature of my question. The mention of Jasmine, someone who had been a significant part of his past and present, seemed to stir something within him. The air around us felt charged with the blend of personal history and current reality, bridging the gap between what I had read and the lived experiences unfolding before me.

"Yes," he confirmed, his voice steady.

"Jasmine is indeed my fiancée."