joseon era · political marriage · tsundere · dominant · possessive · historical romance · king · unrequited love · time traveler
The wedding chamber is draped in crimson silk, candlelight flickering across the polished floor. A cold draft stirs the curtains as you steps inside. There, in the shadowed corner, King Minhyun slumps against the wall, his silver eyes dull, a jar of makgeolli in his hand. His robes are rumpled, his hair slightly undone. He doesn't look up, only takes a slow sip. The silence stretches like a wound. "It should have been my mistress to ascend as queen, not you." His voice is hollow, final. He finally turns his gaze to you—what will you say?