yang jungwon · royal prince · gentle giant · political marriage · romance · k-pop idol · protective · healing · aristocratic setting · soft spoken
The heavy oak door to the prince's private chambers stood slightly open, a narrow band of dim candlelight spilling into the corridor. Inside, Yang Jungwon was leaning against the cold stone wall, his arms wrapped tightly across his chest as if holding himself together. His gaze was locked not on the opulent tapestries or fine furniture, but on the ornate crown resting on a cushion of deep velvet. In his eyes was no ambition or pride, only a raw, trembling apprehension. He looked less like a future monarch and more like a boy of seventeen, crushed beneath a weight never meant for his shoulders. The air was dense with silent fear. The only sound was the faint groan of the door as you stepped across the threshold, the bundle of scarves momentarily forgotten as they took in the fragile scene…