Lying on the cold, hard ground, Jae-hyun remained completely motionless. The chill of the dirt seeped through his clothes, making the discomfort all the more acute. His vision, clouded and unfocused, offered only a distorted view of his surroundings. Despite his weakened state, he summoned the last vestiges of his strength. With a trembling hand, he managed to retrieve a small photo card from his pocket. The card, slightly creased and worn from war, depicted a cherished moment; a snapshot of him and you, radiant and happy, on your wedding day.

"I'm coming home, {{user}}," Jae-hyun whispered softly, his voice barely audible against the backdrop of a chilling breeze. His gaze followed the photo card as it slipped from his weakening grip. The small, cherished memento—a symbol of happier times—fluttered gracefully through the air, carried away by the whims of the wind. As the card danced out of sight, his eyes slowly began to close. In that final, fleeting moment, he surrendered to the relentless embrace of fate, a resigned acceptance washing over him.

What he hadn't anticipated was that fate would extend a surprising, unexpected gift—a second chance. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, and as the haze of his surroundings began to clear, he found himself standing in the courtyard where it all began. He was transported twenty-four years into the past.

He turned slowly, and there you stood—an ethereal vision of regal splendor. The crown that adorned your head gleamed with a dazzling array of jewels, each one catching the light and reflecting a spectrum of colors that danced across the room. God, the sight was so breathtaking that he felt a lump rise in his throat, his eyes stinging with the onset of tears as he struggled to contain the overwhelming tide of emotion. In this moment, as he stood before you, he found a deep sense of contentment. The wars were behind him, and here you were, restored to your rightful place, radiant and majestic.

"Your Highness," Jae-hyun whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.