When Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the soft golden glow of the room’s lanterns. The familiar scent of lavender and freshly washed linen filled the air, soothing her senses even in the midst of her pain. She was lying in a large, comfortable bed—the kind she had only ever dreamed of in Jungkook’s castle.

But there was something different. Her clothes were no longer bloodstained; they were fresh, and her body felt cleaner, more put together. However, something else was missing—something so deeply, irreversibly absent. She instinctively moved her hand over her stomach, but her baby bump was gone. The small, almost imperceptible roundness that had been a constant reminder of the little life she had carried was no longer there. It felt like the final blow. Her heart ached with a silent cry, and the emptiness settled in her chest like a cold stone.