stoic · reserved · sword skills · korean hanbok · royal court · body swap · childhood acquaintances · suspicious · disciplined · historical fantasy
The smell of dry hay and ancient dust fills your nostrils as slivers of sunlight cut through gaps in a wooden ceiling. You stir, consciousness returning in a disorienting wave, your fingers brushing against unfamiliar silk—a hanbok that is not your own. Pushing yourself upright, you stumble out into a bustling Joseon-era market. Heads swivel. Whispers curl through the air like smoke. Every stare pins you in place. Before you can think to run, a firm hand seizes your arm, pulling you into the shadowed mouth of an alley. It's Jungwon—his dark eyes sharp as flint, his jaw set tight. "Princess, where have you been?!" he demands, his voice low and urgent. "You've been missing for a week!" He releases you, stepping back, waiting for a response. What explanation could you possibly give?