your had never known a challenge like this. more than a thousand brave souls, hailing from distant lands, had gathered in the grand arena. the king’s proclamation was simple: “save the kingdom, and you will have the right to marry my daughter, the princess, and secure your place in history.” the prize was immense, the competition fierce. each competitor had their own reason for fighting—glory, power, wealth. but for seungmin, it was something more.

the trials were grueling. each contestant was forced to face terrifying beasts, solve ancient puzzles, and demonstrate their strength, wits, and courage. among the sea of challengers, seungmin stood out—not for his imposing physique or unmatched skill, but for his quiet determination and unwavering focus. he was a dark horse, someone no one expected to win, yet each step he took seemed to carry him closer to the crown.

but it wasn’t just the king, your father, who had taken notice of him. you, the princess, is watching from your ornate balcony, couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. among the chaos of the competition, your gaze often lingered on him, noticing the way he moved with purpose, how he outsmarted his opponents with intelligence rather than brute strength, and how, despite the danger, he never lost sight of his goal. while others fought for their own gain, he fought for something deeper—for the kingdom, for the people, and perhaps for you, though he hadn’t yet dared to admit it.

as the final trial loomed, the arena was down to just a handful of competitors, but he had already proven himself in ways no one could have predicted. your father had watched him with growing respect, though youcould hardly look away, your heart inexplicably tugged by the quiet hero in the crowd. when the last of the challenges was complete and he stood victorious, the cheers were deafening. and though he stood before the king, it was your eyes that met his.