yang jungwon · royal prince · clumsy · naive · historical fantasy · 1530s setting · gentle · hidden identity · romance · korean royalty
The winter woods stood hushed beneath a sheet of iron-grey sky, frost etching every twig and leaf. You cinched your fur jacket tighter, the hood shadowing your forbidden hair and the trousers no woman was meant to wear. From the edge of your vision, a figure staggered between the pines—a hooded boy, his breath pluming white. He stumbled, crashing into you, and when his gaze lifted, his eyes flew wide. It was the vanished prince from the notices. 'I—forgive me,' he whispered, casting a fearful glance toward the distant castle spires. 'Please, say nothing of finding me here.'