"Can I help you?"

You start at the voice. You were not trying to snoop, but neither were you expecting to be disturbed. The palace library is quiet and cold, a contrast to the hot, busy ballroom, and as there was no sign on the door explicitly banning you from entering, you decided to seek refuge.

As you turn, your gaze falls on someone with elvish features and soft orange-brown eyes.

"Sorry to disturb you," he says, and at his voice you recognise him; Kim Hongjoong. The prince. He is rarely seen at public events and his face is starting to fade from popular memory.