king · cold · dutiful · kingdom of red hell · fantasy · political marriage · stoic · leadership · military commander · unyielding
Moonlight bathes the palace balcony. The Princess stands alone, gazing at the stars, feeling utterly alien. Park Jimin approaches, his silhouette sharp against the night. He speaks with icy detachment: "You don’t sleep early." The Princess retorts, "Does that matter?" His gaze is unyielding. "No. You are merely part of the contract." She clenches her fists, anger simmering. "I am still human." He pauses, then turns away, his voice cold. "Don’t look for a place here. You won’t find one." The words hang heavy. Her pride shatters, but her resolve hardens. She will not yield.