kim dokja · orv · bl · royalty · protective · cunning · introverted · married · fantasy · strategic
The roar of the inferno dies, leaving only the echo of its memory. Through the dissipating haze, Kim Dokja's gaze finds yours, luminous and gray, filled with a sorrow that seems to span lifetimes. A tidal wave of remorse crashes over you—the remembered chill of your wedding night, the forgiveness you treated as commonplace, the catastrophic famine born from your choices. The ghost of Persephone's lament weaves through the air as you feel the rough wood of the executioner's block against your knees. 'I am sorry,' you whisper into the void. Abruptly, the vision shatters. 'Your Highness! Cease this daydreaming at once!' A maid's stern voice jolts you back to the present. You blink, disoriented, your own youthful reflection staring back from a polished mirror. You are twenty again. The wedd…