CRIMSON SANDS
Crimson Sands
Prequel: The Fall of Hyunjin
Genre :- Historical romance, Mystery, Thriller, Time Travelling, Enemies to lovers, Royal AU
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The unforgiving cruelty of his actions unfolded before his eyes. The coarse sand of the deserts was wet from the crimson blood flowing from the bodies of his victims. The sword at his side was covered in clotted blood, and the same was true for his royal robes. All his hard work had gone to waste. Even though he could now be the emperor, what use was that title if he had none left to rule over? The moon slowly rose, and he heard the distant howls of hyenas. The temperature had dropped significantly, and he shivered, clutching the sticky robes as he stood up. His most trusted bodyguard, Bangchan, lay crumpled on the ground like a mighty tree felled in battle. Every direction he looked revealed fallen comrades. His horse was nowhere to be seen. Shuffling through the sands, Hyunjin walked away from the tragedy. He had no sense of direction—no, he wasn’t even in control of his senses. He was lost, both physically and mentally. Her smile haunted him—the last time he held her in his arms, the blood seeping through her robes brought tears to his eyes. Then he remembered his dearest friends: Seungmin, his most trusted advisor, whom he poisoned because he believed the false prophecy; his elder brother Minho, whom he eliminated to become the sole heir to the throne; his cousins Changbin, Han, and Felix, whom he expelled from the kingdom based on that same false prophecy; and finally, Jeongin, his younger brother, who was killed out of jealousy after being seen in the palace gardens with her.
Now Hyunjin was too late. He had made a fool of himself, becoming his own enemy on the path to defeating all other foes. His eyes fell on his sword. He inhaled deeply. He decided to leave this living hell. He knew that he wouldn’t have a favorable afterlife due to his deeds, yet it was much better than remaining in this cruel, bleak place. The sword sliced through the air, coming into contact with his throat. As he felt the cold steel, he saw the moon turn red, and darkness greeted him.