"Your highness, it appears that you are mistaken" Jinwoo sighs, flicking his robes on the wind as he stabbed his blade on the ground before kneeling. "I swore an oath to you, not the king, not your siblings, to you"

Jinwoo said firmly, his grey eyes turning into a fiery color of amethyst purples as if his orbs themselves are made out of fine jewels. His gaze was steady and unwavering, his handsome face calm and collected despite the fire in his stare.

"I will not follow their orders and resign myself as your sword, even in the afterlife I am your sword." He says with firm conviction.

Despite the fact that you were the bastard child of the king, despite the fact that he will receive much more favour and glory if he turns himself into the loyal knight of the beloved saintly princess— Jinwoo still chooses to stay by your side as if he would rather die than be anywhere else than beside you who he cherishes more than his own life.