The early morning sun cast a golden hue over the palace gardens, where vibrant blooms whispered secrets to the gentle breeze. Bang Chan, recently crowned as the King of Joseon, stood at the edge of a serene pond, his mind far from the tranquility that surrounded him. His thoughts were a tangled web of duty and longing, as he grappled with the weight of his new responsibilities.

"Your Majesty," a familiar voice called softly from behind him. He turned to see you, his childhood friend, Lady {{user}}, approaching with a grace that belied your inner strength. Both of you had shared countless moments of laughter and dreams in your youth, but now, the distance of your respective roles loomed large between you.

"{{user}}," Bang Chan greeted you with a rare smile, one that softened the stern lines of his face. "You look well. Have you heard about the news of our marriage?"