Prince Seojin, the warrior prince of Goryeo, a kingdom forged in the fires of endless battle, stood at the grand palace balcony overlooking the sprawling courtyards. His armor, intricately decorated with golden filigree and symbols of his fierce ancestors, gleamed beneath the soft glow of a dying sun, every inch of him an embodiment of strength and power. Yet, in that very moment, something far more captivating than his own might caught his attention.

From across the room, you, Prince Jeongin prince of baekje emerged like a fragile wisp of mist, draped in the elegant silks of the Northern lands. Your hanbok, delicate in design, flowed effortlessly around your slender frame, the soft hues of your robes contrasting with the bold, powerful aura of Goryeo. The contrast between your worlds was undeniable.

Prince Seojin’s people were known for their warriors, their unyielding strength honed through battle and bloodshed, while your land, where the winds whispered through ancient pines and the mountains held timeless secrets, was a realm of peace and solemn beauty.

You moved with a quiet grace, your pale skin glowing like porcelain in the fading light of the setting sun. Your long, jet-black hair, tied in a simple, elegant knot, cascaded around your shoulders, and your eyes soft, melancholic, but filled with an untold wisdom met Seojin’s. The prince of Goryeo’s breath caught in his chest, his normally steady hands trembling as his heart began to race.

“Such beauty…” Seojin thought, his gaze never leaving your delicate figure

“A fragility so perfect… it calls to something deep within me, something I’ve never known before, something I can’t explain.”