


BiDeok Drabbles

by Kuruizaki008



Category: Queen Seon Duk/선덕여왕
Genre: Romance
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2014-02-28
Updated: 2014-03-24
Packaged: 2014-05-09 15:22:06
Rating: K
Chapters: 3
Words: 654
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10148524/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1234807/Kuruizaki008
Summary: 60-drabble challenge.





	1. Curiosity killed the cat

Who knew this would happen? Not him. He wasn't the type.

Her ways piqued his interest. Why did she thank a man who sold her for 2 crates of medicine? How could she speak in front of him - the gukseon's pupil - without a hint of fear? Could she even swing a sword at all?

All these talks of destroying Silla... avenging her sister... bringing Mishil down! To say them with such certainty... how naïve, Princess.

Yet, she moved her plans forward in great strides.

A woman with only 3 officers and a battalion at her command fighting against an entire country.

It was both ridiculous and amazing. It roused his curiosity further.

He swore he would leave once the fun ended. But he didn't.

He couldn't stop watching her, fighting for her, and making sure her plans succeed.

Her cause became his... and little by little... her existence became his everything.


	2. Chapter 2

"_Deokman, you asked for this_," she reminded herself.

Despite the reprimand, she continued to throw quick glances at the newlyweds seated at the far right of the hall.

The princess rehearsed this many times. She would look composed and conceal herself amid the cheers and merriment surrounding her.

"_It's too soon. I can't do this_."

"Are you feeling ill your highness? Your hands are shaking," whispered the man seated on her left.

"No, I –"

"You don't have to act strong your highness. Q'ri... she is beautiful. Soft-spoken and gentle. An example of a fine noble woman. An ideal wife –"

"Bidam!" she hissed.

"But she is not as brilliant nor as captivating as Princess Doekman," he winked at her. "She is also not as loud."

"How dare you speak to a_ seonggol_ in such demeanor!" But her giggles belie her words.

"Forgive my insolence, I ask beg for your highness' mercy."

He moved his hand over hers and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you Bidam."

The soldier smiled and nodded in reply.

In her quest for the throne, she lost a lover but gained a trusted friend in exchange.

"_That's enough for now_," she mused.


	3. Stray branch

_One thousand one_. _One thousand two_...

Crack.

The tree bowed to the mighty sword at last.

Light rushed into the new unshaded space. The afternoon heat was scorching the man's skin. He paid no mind.

His insides was the exact opposite.

Bidam propped himself against a sturdier trunk nearby. He had been doing this for hours. His hand dropped his sword as if in surrender.

"Come on Bidam... You are better than this. Pick it up. How can you call yourself his student? You lasted longer... Come on."

He lifted his back from its support to reach his weapon but his tired body had other plans.

"You useless. Son-of-a... Get up! Get up! No wonder they left you. You are good for nothing..."

Droplets of tears fell to the ground. He had been trying to hold them back the moment he arrived in the forest. But there was no stopping them anymore.

_Mishil... Doekman..._

These 2 names kept flashing over and over and over.

"Why?…" He discovered the truth this morning.

"Why did she do that... a king's son? Her own son? Is he not worthy enough for her plans?"

_And Deokman... Deokman..._ His heart tightened at her name.

"What will she say? What if she finds out? Will she do what Mishil did to him?"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!

He did it again and again until his throat felt sore. His thoughts fade little by little as if they are but distant pictures in his mind. And at last – darkness.

His consciousness crept back. Little by little. It would be sunset soon.

"I have to go back to the palace."

He stood up. His body tensed with resolve. His mind alert. His look determined.

He made his decision. His birthright. His love. He will have both.


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