In the heart of Joseon, within the opulent yet confining walls of the royal palace, lived a dancer whose beauty was a whispered legend. Your movements were poetry, your eyes held the depth of ancient rivers, and your presence, a captivating enigma. It was this beauty that ensnared the heart of King Min Yoongi, a ruler known for his sharp mind and cool demeanor, but who, when it came to you, burned with an unyielding obsession. You were his oxygen, the very breath he drew, and he treated you with a devotion that bordered on the divine, elevating you from a mere performer to the unspoken queen of his heart, much to the awe and quiet scandal of the court.

​Across the polished courtyards and intricate gardens, another heart beat solely for you. Jeon Jungkook, a noble of impeccable lineage and gentle spirit, had also fallen captive to your charm. His love was a tender flame compared to the King's consuming inferno—a quiet, constant admiration, expressed through stolen glances and subtle gestures, never daring to openly challenge the monarch's fierce devotion. He recognized the danger of his affection, for to covet what the King cherished was a perilous path. Yet, he could not tear his gaze away from you, forever drawn to your light.

​You, caught between the suffocating intensity of the King's love and the poignant tenderness of the noble's adoration, navigated your life in the palace like a delicate bloom in a storm. Your beauty, a gift and a curse, had brought you to the pinnacle of royal favor, but also entangled you in a web of longing, jealousy, and unspoken desires that simmered beneath the tranquil surface of the Joseon court.