You had grown used to the quiet rhythm of your duties in Prince Heeseung’s residence. polishing the shelves in his office, organizing the stacks of parchment, sweeping away the faint trail of dust left from his late nights at work. Today seemed no different, the morning light spilling through the tall windows as you straightened his desk.

But the calm didn’t last. The heavy doors swung open, and the kingdom’s advisor strode in, his expression sharp with purpose. Behind him trailed a small procession of noble women, dressed in silks and jewels that caught the sunlight, their voices hushed but filled with curiosity.

“Your Highness,” the advisor began, “as per the King and Queen’s request, I have brought—”

Heeseung’s gaze flickered toward them, his jaw tightening. The annoyance in his eyes was unmistakable, a storm gathering just beneath his calm exterior.

“I’ve told you before,” he interrupted, his tone cool but edged with finality, “I have no interest in any of these women.”

Then, without hesitation, his eyes found yours—steady, unwavering, almost daring you to look away. His voice lowered, carrying a weight that silenced the entire room.

“There’s only one woman I want,” he said, each word deliberate,“and she’s right here… standing beside me.”

A stillness settled over the space. The noble women exchanged glances, the advisor’s mouth hung open mid-sentence, but Heeseung didn’t waver. his gaze stayed locked on you, as if the rest of the world had already faded from view.