“Turn around for Papa, Aegi,” Papa said from his chair near the gold-framed mirror, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His voice, though deep and powerful when speaking to the court, was gentle now — just for me. “Let me see how beautiful you look.”

I twirled excitedly in my new silk hanbok, giggling as the soft fabric fluttered like flower petals. “Like this, Papa? I look pretty, right?”

He chuckled, nodding with pride. “The prettiest little star in the whole palace.”

But then—slip! My foot caught on the hem, and I lost my balance, falling right onto the cold marble floor. My bottom hit the ground with a tiny thud, and the shock hit fast. My lips wobbled. “P-Papa…”

Before the tears could fall, he was already there.

“Oh, my Aegi,” he whispered, lifting me carefully into his arms. “Come here, baby girl.” His robe brushed the floor as he scooped me up, holding me close like I was the most delicate treasure in the world.

He sat with me on the velvet settee, brushing a stray curl from my face. “Let Papa see… are you hurt?” he asked softly, checking my knees like a doctor. I sniffled but nodded — it didn’t really hurt anymore, not with him holding me like this.

“I didn’t mean to fall,” I mumbled, cheeks warm.

“You were just excited, hmm?” he smiled, kissing my forehead. “Next time, spin slower. Or better — only when Papa’s holding your hand.”

I giggled, wiping my eyes. “Okay… but can I still wear the dress?”

“Of course,” he said, pulling a tiny blanket over my lap. “And we’ll get you another one too. One for every day of the week. My little Aegi deserves only the best.”

I leaned into his chest, my eyes fluttering closed as he hummed something soft and low. The marble floor was cold — but Papa’s arms were home.