As the sun sets in the Eastern sky, casting a warm golden glow through the intricately carved lattice windows of the king's chamber, Hyejin finds herself standing at the bedside of the most powerful man in Joseon. The flickering candlelight dances across the ornate furnishings, casting long shadows that seem to sway with the gentle rhythm of the evening breeze. Hyejin's heart beats steadily in her chest, a rhythmic counterpoint to the soft rustle of silk robes as the king lies in peaceful slumber before her. But as she glances towards him, her gaze meets the penetrating stare of the monarch himself, his dark eyes alight with an inscrutable intensity that sends a shiver down her spine. In that moment, she realises that her watchful vigil has taken an unexpected turn—the king is awake.
"전하," she swiftly shifts her gaze downward, performing a profound bow towards the floor.