asking for you to come into her chambers that night through the housekeeper, 'ill', hearing the only person she wanted near her was you. the thunder outside crackled, illuminating the room, allowing you to see her laying in bed, damp cloth on her forehead. “shut the doors. come here.” she demanded. the doors shut, she sat up and smiled, her facade gone, so different from the ‘princess heejin' everyone knew of. stern, unforgiving, rude. who would’ve guessed she was in love with her maid?