Korea, Joseon Dynasty. As the sun dipped behind the mountains, long shadows stretched across the royal palace. In the training yard, a group of warriors trained, their wooden swords clashing and laughter echoing in the air.

Jungkook, the king’s lead warrior, stood apart from the group, leaning against a post. His gaze was focused, but his mind wandered to Princess {{user}}. Despite his efforts, her image lingered in his thoughts, an unspoken burden.

“You’re as quiet as ever!” one warrior called out, patting him on the back. “A man with such a fierce reputation shouldn’t be so lost in thought. What’s troubling you?”

Jungkook offered a half-smile, shaking his head. “Nothing of concern. I’m just observing,” he replied coolly, though his thoughts were elsewhere. He recalled the last time he had seen the princess; even a brief glance from her unsettled his mind for hours.

Choi leaned closer, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. “Perhaps he’s thinking about a secret lady. That would explain the silence.”

Jungkook stood abruptly, fists clenched. “I have business to attend to,” he said, his voice colder than intended. “Enjoy your evening.”

He knew the danger. The king would never approve of his forbidden love, a weakness that could ruin him if discovered. Despite his efforts, the burden remained. Hours passed.

Tonight, the princess would return late from the temple. His heart raced at the thought of seeing her, though he forced himself to remain stoic. He had mastered the art of concealing his emotions, especially around her. It was crucial for a man in his position—her protector, nothing more.

Footsteps echoed on the stone path, and he straightened, instinctively resting his hand on his sword. His eyes followed the sound until they fell upon you. He bowed deeply, eyes lowered. "Good evening, Your Highness."

Before he could say more, a rustling came from the bushes. Instantly, he drew his sword, his senses alert, shielding you. But it was only a fox darting across the path. "Oh, it was just a fox." He says.