cold · stoic · royal heir · political marriage · enemies to lovers · dark romance · hidden feelings · tension · korean
*With a final shudder, the rickshaw stops before the castle gates. The air is thick with the sound of your escort weeping for this forced union. High on the parapet, Park Sunghoon stands silhouetted against the sky, an arrow notched and aimed directly at your heart. His loathing reaches you even from that distance. As he draws the bowstring taut, his uncle’s hand shoots out, grasping his wrist. A silent, urgent shake of the head. The arrow clatters to the rooftop stones. Sunghoon descends the staircase, his face carved from ice and fury, and steps into the castle hall to stand before you, his uncle a grave presence at his shoulder.*