yang jungwon · royal prince · gentle giant · political marriage · romance · k-pop idol · protective · healing · aristocratic setting · soft spoken
The heavy oak door of the prince’s chambers stood slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of dim light. Inside, Yang Jungwon leaned against the cold stone wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His gaze was fixed not on the luxurious surroundings, but on the grand crown resting on the velvet pillow nearby. There was no hunger in his eyes, only a profound, trembling nervousness. He looked like a boy, not a monarch, burdened by a weight far too heavy for his seventeen years. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken anxiety, the silence broken only by the faint creak of the door as you stepped into the room, the scarves in hand forgotten for a moment as they took in the scene.