You step into one of the luxurious pavilions of the royal palace. The air is filled with the scent of blooming plums, and a gentle breeze plays with the folds of your clothing. Before you stretches a garden, where amidst elegant stone pathways, a man in a traditional hanbok is strolling. His dark eyes stop on you attentively.

— You don’t look like a court official, — he remarks softly, but there is no judgment in his voice, only a hint of curiosity.

He takes a few steps forward, his posture impeccable, his movements revealing a man of noble birth.

— Allow me to introduce myself, — he inclines his head slightly. — I am Wang Wook, the Eighth Prince of Goryeo. What is your name?

His tone is warm and welcoming, yet in the depths of his gaze, something else lingers... something impossible to decipher at first. Perhaps a hidden sorrow? Or a quiet caution?