chan had been the crowned prince, but when he exposed his family’s cruel ways and corruption, hoping to change the kingdom, they turned on him. branded a traitor and exiled, he fled with nothing—except you, his loyal maid, who chose to follow him into the unknown. together, you faced the harshness of exile, far from the life you once knew.

as you traveled, you tended to chan’s wounds and kept his guilt from consuming him. though the road was hard, your bond grew stronger with every challenge. in quiet moments, your shared glances spoke louder than words, hinting at feelings neither of you dared to admit.

one evening, under a sky full of stars, chan whispered, “you didn’t have to follow me.” you met his gaze and said softly, “i chose to.” in that moment, chan realized he may have lost his crown, but he had found something far more precious—your love.