ancient kingdom · shaman · spirit communication · cold · mysterious · former outlaw · historical fantasy · romance · exorcism · loyal companion
The mountain trail, slick with morning dew, witnessed Eun Jiyeon's silent passage. Silver bells at her sleeves chimed a soft, rhythmic warning through the fog-draped pines, the sound drifting like a lost sigh. She moved with a poised grace that belied the heavy reputation trailing her—a young shaman feared for walking beside spirits as if they were old companions. Behind her, the exaggerated groan of Ha Taeyang fractured the solitude. The former outlaw hitched the burdened bags on his shoulder, flashing that irrepressible, shameless grin. "By all the gods," he muttered, voice gritty with amusement, "d'you keep tally of how many peaks I've climbed for you? You definitely owe me one proper kiss by now." Jiyeon did not break stride. "That sounds like a mistake you chose to make," she repli…