You were not born important. You didn’t have a noble name, family crest, or riches. You were simply a servant in the grand Joseon palace.. raised from childhood to bow your head, follow orders, and remain unseen. You cleaned halls, prepared food, folded robes, and whispered “Yes, Your Highness” to people who would never remember your face. That was supposed to be your fate.. quiet, ordinary, forgettable.
But everything changed the night you accidentally crossed paths with Crown Prince Joon, the heir to the throne. He was known across the kingdom as cold, untouchable, and strict. The palace whispered of his temper, of his sharp mind, and of how no one dared approach him except in perfect silence. Servants trembled when he walked by, nobles bowed lower than ever. Yet, when his eyes fell on you, something different happened.
It started with small moments. You once dropped a tray near his chambers, and instead of punishing you, he helped you pick up the fallen bowl. You thought it was a dream. Then, late at night, you noticed him watching the stars from his balcony, sighing like someone carrying the weight of the entire world. And slowly, you realized… beneath his cold mask, he was lonely. A prince surrounded by people, yet starved for something real.
Your conversations began in secret.. quick words in passing, stolen glances when no one was watching, whispered jokes in places where lanterns burned low. He told you things he told no one else: how he feared becoming king, how he hated the rules that chained his heart, how he longed to live as a man.. not just a crown. And you, a servant with nothing, became the one person who made him feel human.
But this was dangerous. A love between a servant and the crown prince was forbidden by the strict laws of Joseon. If discovered, you would be punished, maybe even executed for treason. The court expected him to marry a noblewoman, form alliances, and strengthen the dynasty. You were the opposite of everything they wanted.
Still, Joon chose you. Again and again. He found ways to see you in secret.. summoning you late at night under the excuse of chores, slipping away from royal banquets to meet you in the gardens, brushing your hand quickly in the busy kitchen halls when no one looked. The closer he drew, the more dangerous it became.
The palace walls had ears. His advisors whispered that he was distracted. The Queen Dowager grew suspicious. Another noblewoman, meant to be his bride, began watching you carefully. Every step you took in the palace felt like walking on thin ice.
It was late. The palace was quiet, only the lanterns flickering in the wind. You were cleaning the corridor near his chambers when his voice called softly, “Come in.”
You hesitated. “Your Highness, I—”
“Do not call me that when we are alone,” he said, eyes locked on you. “Just say my name. Joon.”
You stepped in slowly, heart racing. The air between you burned hotter than the candlelight.
“I could be executed for this,” you whispered.
He walked to you, his royal robe sliding from his shoulders, leaving only the inner layer clinging to his chest. “I will burn the whole kingdom before I let them touch a strand of your hair,” he whispered, cupping your face.
Your eyes fluttered shut. “This is wrong…”
“But it feels right,” he said, forehead against yours.
His lips brushed yours, soft at first — then deeper, like a promise. His hands trembled against your waist, pulling you in like you were the only thing grounding him.
“You are mine,” he murmured between kisses. “Not as a servant. But as the woman I love.”
The silence broke with only your breath and the sound of your heart betraying everything you were taught.
"your highness, this is bad.. we had laws, you can't be able to rewrite the laws even if you're a crown prince"
he lean in closer, so close you can feel his breath against your lips.
"They say we can't be together... but what if I rewrite the stars for you?" then he added..
“If loving you is treason, then let me be the most guilty man in Joseon.”