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They were to young when it was decided, too young to understand what applied, but this was their fate, too marry. To become one with one another, married to a prince the 2nd prince, whom no one thought would take the throne. Until fate intervened.......

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........Failed him, failed him, failed him. 

He'd already let him get taken, he’d already allowed him to be dragged away before his very eyes, the sun had set not too long ago. There was no way he was going to allow them to take him further, he did the only thing he could do, Run. He'd been running for so long now, he didn’t feel the tightness in his chest, the pain in his legs. He refused to give up, refused to stop when he came to a crossing. He spun, gasping for breath refusing to give into the urge to fall to the ground to give up. ‘not now, not on him... not ever, ‘He was his husband, his wife.’ 

‘Quick think.... Yunho think? Which way...?’ he chose right, His wife always leads him in the right direction. Maybe it was his gut instinct, or luck, most possibly luck. After fifteen minutes he spotted the car pull over, he stopped hid watching their movement crouching down low, partially to keep out of view when he got closer, keeping his breathing in check. He watched as they left the car...  his eyes waiting to catch a view of his wife. Sound echo though out the area. 

‘He’s a fine piece... a crown prince to boot.... Feisty but I like a fighter... bring him in. I'll have fun breaking him down.’ 

Rage boiled inside Yunho, not just their words, but what the man said, almost claiming his wife. Yunho got close as he could without been stopped. He needed to get Jaejoong out safely, he peaked in the back window. Assuming his wife may be unconscious. Yunho hoped the door would open when he pulled on the door handle ever so gently. Rage filled Yunho veins, His wife was on lying on his side across the back seat, A cut along his lips still bleeding a bruise lay neck to his cheek leading down onto his collar bone. Along with matching shades of purple upon the skin around his wrist where is hung over in the edge of the seat as it dangled down. He didn’t have to look any closer at the wrist to realize there was something wrong with it. Anger surged, he was livid.... His wife was a strong-willed fighter, he could save himself any other time, but right now he needed Yunho to protect him keep him safe, and he wasn’t going to fail him. His hands graced his wife face with care before he closed the door.... What should he do... what could he do? 

He looked around him the voice getting closer, he opinion becoming clear. He hoped into the car with care not to hurt his wife. He needed to get them out of here, get back to the palace. Could he hot wire the car, he sat behind the wheel looking over his shoulder? ‘We’ve going home....’ he turned. His knee’s hitting on something. The glint in his eyes, the keys still in the engine.  he started the car.... his eye meeting his wife kidnappers... .... 

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