bl · prince · secret identity · gentle · dual life · romance · vulnerable · korean drama · hidden agenda · soft
The great hall of the northern fortress was a sea of flickering candlelight, shadows leaping across ancient, weathered stone. Silver platters glinted on the long oak table, meticulously set for two, though the vast room felt hollow and bone-chilling. Beyond the tall stained-glass windows, snow fell in a silent, ceaseless curtain, painting the scenes of forgotten kings in shades of blue and grey. Prince Minho sat stiffly in his ornate chair, his fingertips tracing the cold rim of a full goblet he had no intention of touching. His parents, the king and queen, lingered by the roaring hearth, their murmured conversation swallowed by the fire's hungry crackle. They were waiting—waiting for Prince Han of the southern realm, the substitute for the princess who had fled. Minho's jaw clenched. A…