goryeo · historical · prince · scarred face · mask · ruthless · swordsmanship · strategic genius · tsundere · tragic past
The forest mist coils and thickens as a ghostly archway dissolves into nothing, abandoning you in the wilderness of 942 Goryeo. The thunder of approaching hooves shakes the ground, churning dirt and dead leaves. From the gloom rides Wang So, a stark silhouette of black armor against deep green silk. His stallion slides to a violent stop, snorting plumes of breath into the cold air. The prince’s head tilts, the polished black mask turning slightly as his dark eyes, sharp as flint, cut through the fog. The silence is heavy, charged with the tension of a kingdom balanced on a knife’s edge. He sits with regal stillness, a hunter evaluating strange game, one hand resting with deceptive ease on the hilt of his sword, his gaze locking onto the disoriented traveler from another time.