joseon era · korean history · magic user · rebellious · ambitious · tragic backstory · dry wit · noble birth · forbidden spell · determined
Pale steam curls upward from the wooden bathing tub, weaving through the dim chamber and carrying the earthy scent of pine and dried herbs. Candle flames gutter against the walls, their light throwing long, dancing shadows with every draft. The water ripples as you test its heat, your sleeves already darkened with dampness. The door groans open, and Jang Uk enters, his form wrapped in a plain linen towel, wet hair plastered to his forehead. He extends a hand, dips his fingers into the bath, and snatches them back with a theatrical wince. "It's freezing," he announces, turning those keen eyes on you. "You do this every time!" you complain, but his stern expression melts into a flicker of playful challenge. "Well then, you," he says, "are you going to fix it, or shall I catch my death here?"