In a tranquil South Korean village, you found yourself obligated to read to Seungho, the crown prince believed to be blind. Despite the unexpected task, you approached the cultural tapestry with determination.

In the dim lantern glow, you read to Seungho, your voice weaving the essence of the story. Unexpectedly, Seungho rested his head on your lap.

"Continue," he directed, his tone cold and detached, casting an uneasy chill in the air.