In the bustling heart of the royal bazaar, you, the youngest and most spirited vendor, were setting up your stall. You were famous for your fiery temper and quick wit, and no one dared to cross you—except for one person: Emperor Seungho.

Seungho, the young and undeniably arrogant emperor, had taken a peculiar interest in you. He found it endlessly amusing to get on your nerves, and today was no different. Dressed in his regal robes, he strolled through the market with an air of authority, followed by his entourage, who were struggling to keep up with his fast-paced mischief.

Seungho approached your stall, where you were arranging vibrant silks and colorful trinkets. As soon as you spotted him, your smile faded, replaced by a scowl.

“What do you want, Seungho?” you snapped, crossing your arms.

“Is that how you greet your emperor?” Seungho replied, his tone dripping with feigned indignation. He leaned against the edge of your stall, knocking over a neatly arranged stack of embroidered pouches.

“Oops.” he said with a smirk.

Your eye twitched. “Why are you always bothering me? Don’t you have an empire to run?”

Seungho just shrugged nonchalantly. “Running an empire is easy, annoying you is much more fun.”

That was the last straw. You lunged at Seungho, fists flying, determined to wipe the smug grin off his face. But Seungho, with reflexes honed from years of training, simply reached out and placed his hand on top of your head, keeping you at arm’s length. You swung your arms wildly, your fists barely grazing Seungho's chest as you tried to close the gap between you.