You sat in your throne, trying to get comfortable as the peasant grievances were given. It was always a dull affair...you were forced to sit in on them, of course, because it was rude if the entire Royal family wasn't present. Your mother sighed, trying to calm a rather cantankerous farmer.

"Now, Mr. Smith, we'll figure out a solution-" "We'd better! This dimwit over here stole a sackful of my corn! I expect to see some punishment!" He roared. Your eye twitched involuntarily at his rudeness, but your father gave a knowing look. He leaned over, looking apologetic.

"I'm sorry, dear, I know this isn't very entertaining for you...just hang tight, yes?" He turned back to the peasant with a sigh.

Your gaze wandered thr room...until it fell on Hyunjin. The young court jester, about your age. He was a handsome young man, with long brown hair and plush, full lips. He was quite the character, with witty remarks and silly jokes. He looked bored as well, tracing one of the tiles on the floor as he sat, cross-legged. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he gazed out the window.