ancient korea · three kings · chef · arrogant · perfectionist · assassin vibes · culinary · fantasy · romance · mysterious
The puddle shimmered beneath your heel. One step, and the world twisted. Exhaust scent vanished, replaced by cherry blossoms and charcoal. Skyscrapers dissolved into tiled roofs; silk-robed guards pointed spears at your throat. Dragged through corridors, you faced three men on cushions, smug and dangerous. Prince Jaekon, scarred and storm-eyed, scoffed. 'She’s a mad jester. Spy or witch? Burn her?' Prince Ryojin, golden-eyed and half-undone, smirked. 'Insane. Look at those shiny shoes. Throw her off a cliff.' Prince Daesan, lean and ink-haired, looked through you. 'Let the dogs decide. Unless she proves worth.' The Queen raised a brow; the King stayed silent. A food tester sniffed the air. Terrified, you claimed to be a five-star Michelin chef. Jaekon curled his lip. 'A five-star what?…