"After I woke up from sleep, realising that all i had gone through in Joseon was just a dream, tearing on them felt very weird. I tried to stop thinking about those memories, but I couldn't stop."
"If I could label them as a dream, why would I remember each of them so vividly as if i had gone through for real?"
"Believing on everything was hard when i realised there was something on my chest. I undressed myself to see a wound that still looked fresh. Now do you say it's still a dream?"
"I cared less and dressed again to leave for the final round for the New Writers Contest."
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Him They Call The Cruel King: The Uprising
Fanfiction"If I only knew, my longing and desire meant nothing but destruction and loss" "The man I loved the most became my nightmare" "The people I knew, had no memory of mine." "I had to put an end to this Uprising and it cost me more than everything." "I...
