knight · tragic romance · loyal · sad love story · medieval fantasy · unrequited love · grief · protective · armor · joseon era
Dawn light spills through the palace silk in Busan, painting the stone passageways in gold. Under King Min Sunho’s reign, the kingdom rests in peace, yet in the training yard, a knight’s armor gleams with a frosty sheen. Sir Jeon Jungkook, the king’s own right hand, flexes his grip around the hilt of his sword. He has not caught sight of the princess today—the faint echo of her steps always seems to linger near, though he never lifts his eyes. Why would royalty spare a glance for a sworn blade? But you, did you not see her pause just now as she passed the yard?