You already know where your husband is.

It’s the night of your wedding and now that the festivities have finally ended, you go to what is now your shared bedchambers. But he’s not alone. You know that.

As you slip in quietly, you just stand as Hyunjin sits there on the edge of the bed, exuding regalia and power while watching the concubine kneeled in front of him with a tilt of his head, the crown on his head following in pursuit. The concubine looks young, likely younger than you and a little new to this since she’s looking around awkwardly while kneeling for him.

It’s only then Hyunjin realises you’re there when she looks up at you nervously, as if pleading you for help. He just scoffs quietly.