Guards stormed into the room, interrupting the meeting the King was currently holding. The influx of red and blue uniformed men filtered into the room, and the King became confused with the sudden intrusion.   He rose slowly from his seat, regarding his royal guards with an inquisitive eye. “What is going on?” He demanded, his word carrying to every corner of the vast room. The men seated at the table jerked back from the volume, but the guards were accustomed to the King's intimidating tone.   Guards scrambled onto their knees and lowered their heads in respect, “My King, we are under attack.” One announced.   The King’s eyes widened, but he recovered from his temporary shock, regarding the palace guards with concern and furrowed brows. “I don’t understand. I thought there were people guarding the borders? How could we be so easily infiltrated?!” The King calmly demanded, causing a ripple of unease. He caught some of his guards, some of the most powerful of his guards quaking. He wondered what could have caused such an anxious stirring among his people.   “Our mistake Your Majesty. They came unexpectedly, and they’ve striked us. They easily outnumbered our defences and are now creating chaos in the courtyard as we speak.” Furious, the King descended the stage that elevated the four throne chairs that belonged to the Royal Family. He halted in front of the leader of the guards, “Get up.” He ordered, lightly holding the guard’s wrist and pulling him up.   The guard flinched under the King’s intense scrutiny.    “Do not be afraid of me. I am human as you are, so we are equal. Look me in the eye.” The King instructed.   The guard slowly looked into the man’s eyes. His orbs were a dark, mysterious shade, holding power and authority in their almond shape. His skin was a shade darker than alabaster, his hair a striking silver shade and on top of his head, a golden crown sat, signifying his royalty. “Have you closed off the castle gates?”   “No.” The guard gulped, feeling punitive under the King’s regards.   “They’re Rogues Your Majesty, they are seeking to demolish the royal lineage.”   A gasp echoed in the room, and the guard watched a woman descend the stairs, holding the hem of her layered, azure gown. She was beautiful, like the people had claimed in the villages. Her hair was long and shining a deep crimson and her golden eyes seemed to trap those who stared at her, immersing them into her exotic beauty. Like her partner, she radiated with profound power with a tinge of something foreign and enigmatic. “How about our daughters?” She asked her husband quietly, worry evident in her clear eyes.   The King paled, and took his wife’s hand. He cast the guard a concerned look, “Please make sure the people are safe, and get your men to protect the people but make sure you and your guards are not injured or atleast minimize the amount of people wounded in this fight.”   With that, the two Royals stormed out the main room of the Palace with one mindset to cause destruction on the enemy but keeping their people safe.   “Sehun, why are they doing this?” The Queen asked as they passed a group of guards and climbed hastily up the swirl of stairs leading to the second level.   The King’s expression was taut with tension and fear, “I don’t know Chaeyoung.” He said softly, leading them rapidly to the corridors.                                                                 Yoon sat up on the bed with a loud, strangled gasp. She placed a sweaty palm on her sweat-covered chest, feeling her heart flip violently in her bosom. Her finge