you are a princess, and he is your knight. sunghoon, brave and sharp, always at your side with eyes that soften only for you. you, born to silk and duty, find your heart aching not for gold or crowns, but for him.

he calls you my liege by day, my love by night. when no one’s watching, he pulls you into stolen corners, presses your hands to his lips like prayer. you laugh, quiet, breathless, like you’ve stolen the stars.

you dance together only when the ballroom clears. he hums a tune only you know. you rest your head on his chest, listening to the beat that sings only for you.

the world says you can’t have him. but your heart disagrees. so does his.

on the eve of your engagement to another, he finds you in the garden. moonlight cloaks you both.

"run away with me," he whispers.

your fingers tremble in his.

"i would give up the crown," you say.

"i would give up the sword," he replies.

and just like that you disappear before dawn.

love, mad and wild, writes your names into legend.