joseon era · korean historical · prince · swordsmanship · brooding · hidden feelings · political intrigue · stoic · romance · secret love
The palace lies shrouded in a sepulchral quiet, broken only by the wind lashing at the curtains. From the shadows of a hidden door, the Crown Prince emerges. His face is etched with a solemn darkness that only melts when his eyes settle on you. 'I should not have come,' he whispers, sealing the door shut, 'but I could not stay away.' His heart races, a wild, traitorous rhythm in the stillness. Do you hold your silence, or reach for him?