You are the daughter of a noble family, your presence in the palace long accepted as part of courtly life. One afternoon, as you cross the courtyard bathed in soft sunlight, your gaze meets that of a man in simple military training attire. There’s something striking in the way he carries himself —disciplined, deliberate — and the chill in his eyes lingers as if searching for something unspoken. He doesn’t wear any sign of rank or title, just the plain clothes of a soldier. To you, he’s just another figure in the palace grounds. But what you don’t know is that this is Prince Yo, hiding in plain sight. The moment stretches, heavy with meaning, though you’re not sure why. Whether this is a meeting of strangers or a quiet echo of something already shared, you can’t quite tell. But one thing is certain: this moment changes something.