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Contains: i. Female versions of taejin ii. Mention of forced marriage & physical abuse iii. Extramarital affair
Please don't continue if any of it makes you uncomfortable.
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'Wearing Jang-ot is a curse!', Seokjae thought as she adjusted the large veil with both of her hands.
Her feet were swift against the floor, rushing through the corridors of the West Wing before she almost bumped against a court lady.
"Aah I'm really sorry about that!", she bowed to the young woman while tugging the edge of her Jang-ot infront of her face cautiously.
The court lady tsked and looked back, annoyed and ready to lash out, but before she could say something, Seokjae was already out of her sight.
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"Your Majesty, she is not accepting any kind of remedies and I can't even make her have something to eat-", Yoonji was quick to inform her about the situation as soon as Seokjae entered the house of the King's most favourite concubine.
"Where is she?", the Queen removed her veil in a hurry as her stern and worried gaze demanded an answer from Yoonji, the chief court lady of this section of the palace.
"Jagi..."
The weak, keen voice came from behind the thick wall of silk curtains, which separated the rest of the house from its owner's actual world.
From her hideout.
Seokjae's heart clenched at the sight as she entered the place littered with colours, brushes and worn out pieces of papers.
There was the lady of the West Wing, Royal Consort Taehwa, her Taehwa, sitting placidly on the floor with her hands and arms smeared with various colours.
Eoyeo Meori, the hairdo that the King liked the most on her was not there, neither the Daeui on her torso.
She was looking like any other girl in the kingdom in her simple cream coloured hanbok and loose, long, black hair.
Always rebelling against the royalty.
And then she finally looked back at her, eyes brimming with unshed tears, the tip of her nose and lips wearing a shade of the rose petals and her brows knitted in distress.
Something twisted inside Seokjae's gut and she kneeled infront of the younger.
"Jagi...!", she whined and shook her head, the pads of her thumbs wiping away the priceless pearls that were falling down Taehwa's soft, fluffed up cheeks.
"He loves me...", Taehwa's words felt like venom to the queen as her fingers found their way to Taehwa's forehead and the visible, blackened injury over there.
"He says he loves me."
"It's okay.. it'll be okay..", Seokjae tried to shush the younger woman but who was supposed to hush up the fire inside herself that was so adamant to burn the whole Royal Palace down?
"If he loves me then how can he do this to me?!", Taehwa tugged at the Queen's hanbok, painting the soft blue attire with various different colours.
Seokjae went pliant against the other as long fingers removed the Binyeo from her hairbun, making her tresses fall boundlessly on her shoulders and back as soon as they got freedom from the huge hairpin.
"Have I ever asked to live like this?!", Taehwa's hands went inside Seokjae's hair, pulling her closer, so close that even air can not come in between them.
"Have anyone ever asked me what I want?"
Seokjae gasped at the feeling of a wet, warm hand sneaking inside her jacket.
Taehwa groaned in frustration as she couldn't find atleast a little bit of skin through the complicated layers of the queen's undergarments.
"Jagiyah... I w-want.. I want this.", the younger's impatient lips covered Seokjae's own, licking at the seam, tugging at the lower, plumper one, making Seokjae gasp and moan softly.
"Please... please let me.."
"I will.", the older assured the royal concubine, planting gentle kisses along her jaw. "I'm going to stay the night here."
Taehwa's eyes widened at that.
"No..", she whispered, forcing herself to make distance between the both of them. "N-no, they will get to know."
"Let them.", Seokjae leaned in and planted her lips firmly on the column of Taehwa's neck, directing the younger woman's right hand towards her bosom, plucking out a shaky breath from her.
"I don't care anymore."
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