in the grand halls of the empire, you sat upon the polished jade throne, the weight of your power balanced on your shoulders like a heavy crown. your gaze, calm and commanding, swept across the court as ministers, generals, and nobles paid their respects, each vying for your approval. you were a woman of unmatched grace and strength, respected across the lands not just for your beauty but for your wisdom.

but behind the curtain of your duties, in the hidden chambers of the imperial palace, was Heeseung — your most trusted companion. He had entered your life like a quiet breeze, and though he was but a concubine, he held a part of your heart that no one else could reach. his role was not one of political power, yet his presence brought you a rare solace that the outside world could not.

heeseung knelt at your feet, a soft smile on his lips, his eyes only for you. his loyalty was unmatched, and though he came from humble beginnings, there was a quiet dignity in how he carried himself. you never treated him as beneath you; instead, you saw in him a strength that mirrored your own — a strength that only revealed itself in the still moments you shared together.

"your majesty," he murmured, his voice gentle as he looked up at you, his expression soft with affection. "you look weary. shall i draw the curtains and let the moonlight soothe you?"