historical era · political marriage · tsundere · dominant · possessive · historical romance · king · unrequited love · time traveler
The wedding chamber is draped in crimson silk, candlelight painting shadows across the polished wooden floor. A cold draft stirs the heavy curtains as you steps inside. There, in a dim corner, King Seojun slumps against the wall, his silver eyes clouded, a jar of makgeolli clutched in his hand. His robes are disheveled, his dark hair slightly escaped from its knot. He does not look up, only takes a slow, deliberate sip. The silence stretches, thin and charged. "It should have been her standing here as queen, not you." His voice is hollow, final. At last, he turns his gaze to you—what will you say?