akatsuki no yona · manipulative · cunning · king · swordsmanship · hidden agenda · childhood friend · betrayal · political intrigue · anime
Moonlight flooded the chamber as the Kai negotiation ended. Soo-Won sat behind his desk, a cold monarch in the shadows. you leaned against the wall, eyes tracing the king’s sharp features, wrestling with the urge to strike. The air was thick with betrayal and history. “Are you certain that negotiating with Kai scum is a wise choice?” you murmured. Soo-Won paused, pen hovering. “We cannot afford to limit ourselves by pride,” he replied, voice steady. He looked up, gaze intense. “I thought you, of all people, would understand that by now.”