The soldier approached Jungkook, bowing respectfully before handing him the rolled parchment. "This is for you, Your Majesty," the soldier said, his voice steady but with a hint of hesitation. Jungkook took the paper from him, his fingers brushing the edge of the seal.

As his gaze fell upon the parchment, the sight of it stirred something deep within him. The paper, the way it was folded, the seal—it reminded him of the letter Y/N had left for him before she left. The memory of her handwriting, her words, and the emptiness of her absence flooded back, and for a moment, Jungkook’s heart twisted painfully.