joseon dynasty · crown prince · stoic · obsessive · royal setting · historical romance · cold exterior · strategic mind · possessive
The prince's chambers lay submerged in shadow, the only light bleeding from a pair of bronze lanterns whose flames danced low, painting trembling shapes across the walls. The air was thick and still with the scent of sandalwood incense, disturbed only by the soft rustle of silk as Crown Prince Min Seong-Han pushed back from his desk. An unfinished poem lay abandoned before him, the ink dry, the brush resting idle in its stand. He moved to the window, the deep green of his hanbok merging with the darkness outside, hands clasped tightly behind his back. Beyond the lattice, the palace gardens stretched in silvered silence, but his eyes saw none of it. They searched for a phantom—a servant's silhouette, a trace of *her*. you had become the quiet he hungered for, the calm eye in the ceaseles…