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Crown's Secret.

1632.

Kingdom of Baekyeo

In the opulent halls of the royal palace of Baekyeo, whispers of intrigue danced on the air like ethereal wisps of smoke. Prince Jimin stood there in his loose-fitting jeogori, a jacket-like top adorned with intricate embroidery and fastened with delicate toggles. Beneath, he wore billowing bhaji trousers.

As he passed by his parents' room, Jimin couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversation that sent a chill down his spine. His eyebrows tightened in disbelief as he realized the depth of the deception hidden within the palace walls.

"Jimin can never know..." The final words of his mother echoed in Jimin's mind as he froze in the hallway outside his parents' chambers

With a determined resolve, Jimin held his breath and sprinted back to his chambers. He couldn't bear the weight of a throne built on deception, not without knowing the truth. Hastily, he packed his simple clothes into a fine leather bag, his hands trembling with urgency.

As he stood at the threshold of his palace, Jimin's heart pounded in his chest. With one last glance at the opulent halls he had called home, he made a decision that would change the course of his destiny forever.

In the cover of the darkest night, Jimin leaped from his balcony and disappeared into the shadows below. The cold air whipped against his skin as he landed gracefully, his princely attire now replaced by the humble garb of a commoner.

With the weight of his kingdom's secrets heavy on his shoulders, Jimin set forth into the unknown, his resolve unwavering. He would uncover the truth, no matter the cost, and he would do it as a commoner.

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1632

Kingdom of Guanjo

The morning sun blazed overhead, its scorching rays beating down on the land.. Kang Haejin wore a simple hanbok, her jeogori jacket and chima skirt faded and patched from years of labour. Beneath, a rough linen undershirt provided modesty and comfort. Her sturdy leather shoes bore the marks of countless journeys through the fields. She wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves and went near the tree she always took rest to have her porridge.

Balancing the pot of cold rice porridge in her hands, Haejin made her way towards the distant tree, seeking respite from the scorching sun. As she approached, her steps faltered at the unexpected sight before her.

Beneath the shade of the tree lay a handsome man, his skin aglow with the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves above. His long, black hair cascaded over his features, framing a face of ethereal beauty.

Startled by the sight, Haejin's grip on the pot slipped, but the smooth ground prevented it from shattering. Nonetheless, the clatter startled the sleeping man, causing him to stir and slowly open his eyes.

Haejin's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she bowed deeply, her eyes unable to meet the gaze of the man before her. "Umm, I am so sorry. I did not—I am very sorry," she stammered.

As the man rubbed his eyes and stood, Haejin couldn't help but notice his graceful movements and refined demeanour.

"It's okay," he replied gently, his voice soft and reassuring. "What is this place's name?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar surroundings.

"This is Guanjo," Haejin replied, her voice soft and flustered. "Are you from another kingdom?" she asked, her eyes shyly avoiding his gaze.

"Yes, I'm from Baekyeo, and I am Jimin," he introduced himself, a hint of warmth in his voice.