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Chapter 1: Rise to Power
Yoongi walked down the Northern Palace hallway.
He rarely got a chance to visit, only managing it today because his father had business with the treasury, and Yoongi had pouted and begged to be allowed to accompany him.
The palace is so pretty, father, please? he had pleaded, and his father, unable to deny Yoongi anything (other than proper respect) had readily agreed.
So here Yoongi was, running entirely undignified down the hall of royal offices. His huge navy gown swung back and forth around his legs and his heels clacked loudly against the white marble floors. Northern guards watched as the Omega pup of Senator Min ran past; the Omega was too important to stand in his way.
Senator Min was known for beheading people for looking at his precious pup Yoongi the wrong way.
Moreover, the little thing was barely over five feet and bird-boned, he wasn’t a threat to anyone.
So, with no one stopping him, Yoongi stopped in front of the heavy wooden doors that belonged to the Raven’s Alpha pup, heaving it open.
The Seokjin Kim, the North’s little Darkling, snapped his head up at the sound, narrowing his eyes, bemused, “Min?”
—
Yoongi sighed, trying to act dignified- he was sitting in front of the Darkling, even if they were old friends- but his chest was heaving from the short run.
Gods, at least there hadn’t been stairs.
Seokjin was smiling politely at Yoongi, allowing the Omega a chance to catch his breath. And once Yoongi wasn’t hunched over, panting, feeling his corset strain against ribs, Seokjin spoke up.
“How have you been, Min? Last time I saw you must have been…”
“Graduation, Oppa,” Yoongi supplied, straightening his back and shoulders, trying to seem as respectful as possible, “Six months ago.”
“Yes,” Seokjin smiled, “Have you been well? I heard you were traveling the continent.”
Yoongi swallowed, knowing his time was ticking away before his father left his meeting and found his precious child missing.
“I didn’t come here to catch up,” Yoongi swallowed, hoping he didn’t come off as rude.
Seokjin smiled, leaning forward on his desk, looking boyishly excited, “I didn’t imagine you did. What can I do for you, Min?”
Yoongi swallowed, “I want the Advisor seat. It’s promised to my family and I am the best candidate.”
“Ahh,” Seokjin trailed, “You do realize there are three people in line for the seat before you? All Alphas. All older.”
“What I realize, is that I am the best strategist to have graduated from the Royal university in a decade, and that you’re the Darkling,” Yoongi said, trying his best to be blunt but inoffensive.
He needed this favor.
“You want me to break tradition for you?” Seokjin asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I want you to elect the best candidate for the position, whether or not they’re an Alpha.”
Seokjin nodded, pulling out a piece of parchment, writing something down, “That. I can do. What I can’t do, is make the people before you disappear. Do that first, and I’ll recommend you rather than putting the seat up for general claim.”
Yoongi blinked, gaping, “You want me to kill three Alphas? Have you seen me, Oppa?”
The Raven’s pup smirked, “Just a few moments you were claiming to be a great strategist. You want to help me plan my war campaign, but you can’t kill three people?”
Yoongi huffed, “Why can’t you do it?”
“Because I, honestly, have better things to do than submit to the whims of my bratty classmate. Now. Here you go,” Seokjin handed Yoongi the sheet, “These are the names of the people ahead of you. You’ll notice that-”
Yoongi glanced down at the paper, blanching, “My brother is on the list.”
Seokjin winked, “Observant of you. No need to reach out to me, your brother dying will be message enough.”
“What if I refuse?”
“You could. And then you can keep being the pampered pup of Senator Min. But if you want something different, you’re going to have to work for it. No one is just going to give it to you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Min, I was going some time sensitive work before you came in.”
The Omega stood up warily, turning to leave.
“Oh, and Min?”
“Yes?”
“It was very nice to see you, again, please visit more often.”
—
Yoongi stared down at his hands, as his father cooed at him.
“Yoongi, flower, did you enjoy the your tour of the palace,” he asked, pulling Yoongi close to his side.
Senator Min was very protective of his youngest pup. Not only was Yoongi an Omega, but he looked so delicate, with puppy eyes and fluffy hair that fell into his eyes.
“Yes, father,” Yoongi nodded, letting his father lead him out, “Thank you for letting me accompany you.”
“Of course. Anything for you, sweetheart. You know that," his father crooned, helping Yoongi into the carriage.
His father chattered on about how the meeting went, but Yoongi didn’t pay attention.
Grand Senator Min.
Grand Senator Min’s Alpha pup, Minho.
Senator Min’s Alpha pup, Veran.
Yoongi had to figure out how to kill them.
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Perhaps, Yoongi should have been more perturbed at the Darkling demanding that he kill three of his own family members, but, Seokjin had always been a straight-forward man.
So the request wasn’t surprising.
Perhaps, it was more surprising that Yoongi was considering it.
But then again, Yoongi never really had a lot of empathy. He only saw his uncle and cousin at family dinners, which were few and in between.
And he really fucking hated his brother.
—
It took a couple weeks of planning.
But.
Yoongi figured out what he’d do.
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Grand Senator Min went on hunting trips every weekend, occasionally, he traveled with his companions around the craggy mountain path.
It wasn’t hard for Yoongi to give the horse faulty horse-shoes.
His horse stumbled and fell, falling a dozen meters… and taking Grand Senator Min with him.
Poor, poor Grand Senator Min.
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The Alpha pup of Grand Senator Min participates in brutal combat tournaments. They were to the death or forfeit.
Minho was known for being brutally cruel, never waiting for his opponents to forfeit before killing them.
It wasn’t hard for Yoongi to poison one of his drinks before the tournament.
Minho couldn’t even stand up properly as he faced his opponent. In less than a minute, Minho was impaled on the mean end of a sword.
Ouch.
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Yoongi allowed himself an additional day to question his decision to kill elder brother.
Perhaps his brother was a chauvinistic sadistic idiot, but he was Yoongi’s blood.
But that night at dinner, when Yoongi was delicately eating his meal in silence, glancing at Veran, silently contemplating the value of life, Veran decided to speak up.
“Kitty cat, now that you’ve finished that silly business of education, don’t you think it’s time to start pushing out pups? Your cunt gets less appealing every year,” Veran said crudely.
Yoongi’s face reddened from embarrassed fury.
“Veran,” Yoongi’s father chided sharply, glaring at him, “We do not talk to Omegas that.”
“I’ll talk to useless bitches anyway I please, father.”
“Veran!”
“All they do is sit around and get fat-”
“It’s okay, father,” Yoongi reassured softly, cutting Veran off, “He’s never going to learn.”
He’s going to die before he can.
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In the end, killing his brother was hardly an ordeal.
It was easily to slip into his room one night after Veran had drank far too much, passed out from over consumption.
Carefully, quietly, Yoongi walked over to Veran’s limp body, knife clutched in his hand.
Gods, Yoongi thought, staring at his brother’s face, good riddance.
It was easy to slide the blade across his brother’s neck.
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The next morning, the servants discovered Veran’s dead, blood-covered body.
His parent peaked into Veran’s room, just to make sure that the information was true before continuing to head to breakfast, nose wrinkling at the stench.
As his mother passed Yoongi his plate of eggs, she gave him an unimpressed look.
“What?” Yoongi asked innocently, “It could have been a thief!”
Yoongi’s father just sighed, exasperated but still extremely affectionate for his youngest pup, “Poppet, did you really have to kill him?”
“Father!” Yoongi pouted, taking the plate of eggs from his mother, “He was third-in-line for the Advisor seat, and you know how much I wanted it.”
“Yes, Poppet, but I thought we agreed it was a bit too hectic for you?” his father reminded.
“Father,” Yoongi whined.
And again, his father was never able to deny Yoongi anything,
“Well, we’ll always support you, Poppet. Besides, this way Veran won’t rack up more gambling debts, right, dear?” his father smiled, looking at his mother.
She giggled, mildly scandalized, “Alpha. At least pretend as if you aren’t happy about it.”
“Of course, I’m not happy about it. This means my precious Poppet has to stay in the capital. I’m not happy about it.”
His mother reached out to slap his father’s shoulder, “I meant about Veran.”
“Oh,” his father blinked, “Oh, but, I am happy about that?”
His mother let out an exasperated squeak, leaning over to mock choke his father, “You are so insufferable.”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry dear,” his father said, holding his hands up. His mother straightened, nodding and accepting the apology, only for his father to go- “But you must admit, I’m not nearly as insufferable as Veran.”
With a loud groan, his mother took her own seat, pointing a fork at his father, “You had better not say that at the funeral.”
His father playfully rolled his eyes, before mouthing a silent ‘i definitely will’ to Yoongi.
—
“Hello,” Yoongi greeted the Dictator’s Alpha pup.
Seokjin smiled, stepping forward with the shiny black pin, embossed with with Northern Kim’s seal.
“I do hope you understand the volumes of faith I had in you,” Seokjin mumbled, “I had this made immediately after our meeting.”
Yoongi smiled toothily.
“Now,” Seokjin raised his voice, letting it echo through the room so the rest of the procession could hear his words, “We welcome Advisor Yoongi Min to our ranks. Please welcome him warmly.”
And Yoongi walked forward with a smile, a small, slight Omega with a dignified posture, not at all matching the rumors of a blood-thirsty Omega capable of killing three of his family members for the seat.
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