A King and His Queen (Daewi Han x Xiaochen/GOH fanfic) Part 1

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Choice is a rather fickle mistress. We effectively trudge along its pathway for every living thing with only our judgment as the guide. All while never knowing if each step would lead us closer to victory or despair. Without even realizing far too late that one's life is just one branch in a tree's worth of plausible pathways now set in stone.

But what if we could look back at the words unsaid or the actions not taken? Would the changes be so minuscule it doesn't matter, or would destiny as we thought we'd know it change? Find out as fate tilts to see a story of love, loss, hate, gain, and broken promises—Bear witness to the story of a king and his queen.

Xioachen Pov

I honestly don't know what's more surprising, how much things have changed or how they've stayed the same sixteen years after the Great War that nearly ended the world. Yet, during it, our glorious King rose again from near-death, looking more strapping than ever, saving our glorious Nox in our darkest hour.

Yet our grace's glorious kindness was wholly reciprocated as those heartless, spineless, brainless cowards stabbed our King in the back. Neo Nox's Mandeok Sang, World President Mubong Park, and worst of all, that damn Witch of the West Mira Yu stole his power, good name, and allies. I swear one of these days that if I find any one of them, I'll pluck their limbs one by one like a frog on the dissection table until there's nothing left.

Still, it wasn't all bad despite all the gnats still buzzing around all these years later. I'm still happily and wholeheartedly serving by the King's side. Heck, I'm still as beautiful as the day I've met him. Sometimes I've even been mistaken for a high school student (my Ji Seokjin identity notwithstanding).

And despite how badly I want to rip my enemies apart and choke them by their entrails, I still don't dare to betray his majesty like that, for there was already a time where I wasn't strong enough to remain by his side or follow his commands. A time that I will use everything in my power to make sure it doesn't happen again. So I'll continue to follow his orders to the bitter end. For what would a King be without his mighty, sexy, young, and attractive Bishop?

With all that weighing heavily on my mind, I took my daily duties as seriously as ever. I wake up before the crack of dawn, sing my prayers, bless my majesty, apply my makeup (not that I need it), and practice my King's Full Contact Karate before 8 am. Then I spend the rest of it like the filthy, fat, and ugly Ji Seokijn, local low-level bully of Apricot Flower High.

To say that the disguise was grueling would be the understatement of the year. I've protested many times that my proper form would be far more effective and appealing for the grand mission of finding Jecheondaeseong the Monkey King, but he said it would be too "distracting."

Nevertheless, I take the mission with the utmost seriousness, knowing that each passing day can bring us to our eventual victory over all our enemies.

When the dust settles, I just know my King will take his rightful place as the King of Humans. That reassuring thought made time flash by at record speeds until I found it was already starting to get late, meaning it was time to head back to Nox. Little did I know who would be waiting for me when I got home.