You were looking into the mirror, feeling like you were trapped within its gilded gold frame, your pristine reflection staring back at you. The silvery white gown draped on you cast a soft glow on your face, amplifying the hollow expression you had on- eyes blank, red lips set in a grim line. Today was the day when Daegu would celebrate its new queen; you.

You think of your responsibilities when you were a princess, part of royalty of Busan; and now here you were, about to marry the King of a rival kingdom, after he'd defeated your father in battle. It built on upon you these last few days, how you don't have a choice, a say in anything, how you were subjected to his mercy; and it was all you could do to keep your head high, not letting the tears fall, not giving him that final satisfaction. As if your thoughts had struck some twisted internal chord between you both, the carved door behind you opened, and revealed a man in luxurious silks, the god-crafted features of his face resting with infinite amusement, eyes slowly taking you through the mirror. You couldn't deny the effect he had on you when he looked at you like that, and you hated it, resented yourself for the traitorous ways you senses would respond to him, when he was the same man who had destroyed your life, stripped of every thing you loved. He was dangerously attractive, you'd never seen someone look so regal, so fascinating. His interest in you was a kindling flame to that. "Princess", he spoke, his voice low and husky, advancing towards you. From the grimy warrior princess he'd seen, to a royal beauty back at her palace in Busan, then his prisoner, and now- in bridal attire that he'd had his tailors so carefully craft, he couldn't help but relish in his victory to have you here, in his kingdom, waiting to crown you. "Ten minutes had passed since your demanded presence in the throne room." His eyes burn into yours in the glassy reflection, annoyance evident, yet was marred by his obvious enchantment at how you looked, your face, attire.