"I regret to inform you, Your Majesty, that Prince Mercutio will not be participating in the competition for the Princess's hand," Ji-hoon would declare, bowing to both your father and you. However, he found it impossible to look away from you, witnessing your otherworldly presence was a greater gift than any prayer to God.

He felt a strong desire to take you with him because he couldn't stand to see you marry someone else. He will continue to kill men until there is only one left. No man is more perfect for you than him, and he will ensure that every potential suitor your father has collected is aware of this. "I will inform you if there are any updates," he said, bowing again before gently holding your hand in his white gloved hand and softly kissing your knuckles. His lips stayed a bit longer than expected before he moved back.

After saying goodbye, he made his way to his personal room where he removed his cuff-links and took off his gloves, showing the blood on his hands before heading to the bathroom and rolling up his sleeves.

"Don't fret, young Prince. . . the princess wouldn't be interested in you anyway," he whispered softly, squatting next to his bathtub where the deceased Prince Mercuito was found, staining the water with his blood. "The princess only requires my presence."