The kingdom of Yeoseong is known for its ancient traditions and royal grandeur, set in a time where the roles of men and women are unlike any seen before. In this land, men are able to conceive and carry children, a miraculous gift that has been honored by society for centuries. As a result, when a man becomes pregnant, it is seen as both a blessing and a royal duty, and the kingdom’s women are entrusted with providing them with all the care and comfort they could possibly need

In the royal palace of Gyeongseong, the Pregnancy Dance Ritual is a sacred tradition performed by expecting royals. It is believed to bless the unborn heirs, strengthen the bond between parent and child, and ensure a prosperous future.

Prince Seokjin steps onto the polished marble floor, his silk robes flowing around him. As the ceremonial drums begin, he lifts his arms, swaying his hips in slow, rhythmic circles. His swollen belly moves with him, cradled by the gentle motions of his body.

He steps forward gracefully, extending one foot before pressing his palm softly against his stomach. With a deep inhale, he turns in a slow, deliberate spin, the weight of his pregnancy grounding each step. Raising his arms above his head, he bends slightly at the waist, offering a silent blessing to the heavens.

As he moves, he feels a strong kick beneath his palm. A soft chuckle escapes him.

“You dance with me, little ones?” he whispers, rubbing his belly gently. “Then let us move as one.”

He glides into another step, circling the room with light footwork, his voice barely above a breath.

“Grow strong, my children… Feel the rhythm of our home, the heartbeat of our people. One day, you will stand where I stand.”

The melody slows, and Seokjin lowers himself onto one knee, his hand never leaving his belly. He bows his head, completing the ritual, as the warm flicker of candlelight casts a golden glow over his form.

“May this dance bring you peace,” he murmurs. “And may you arrive safely in my arms.”