In a kingdom torn by power struggles and political intrigue, Jieun, the rightful heir to the throne of the East, finds herself sidelined as her brother, Jungwon, takes control. Determined to reclaim her birthright, Jieun seeks alliances and forms a...
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DAWN PAINTED THE SKY IN HUES OF GOLD, heralding a moment of transformation within the grand walls of Firegarden. The anticipation swelled inside the room, disharmony lingering in the air, casting a looming shadow. A chapter where the chords of tradition clashed and the melody of harmony would change.
Disharmony.
What a beautiful word.
A catalyst for growth and change.
Her back was turned to the public, eyes trained on her father, slumped over his throne. Walking to the throne had exhausted him, and Jieun had tried her best to convince him to stay. The man was old and stubborn, there was no amount of convincing that could change his mind. For this was his last blessing.
Jieun's dress, carefully selected with Lady Kim's assistance, was a breathtaking display of elegance and boldness. Crafted from the finest crimson silk, it enveloped her slender form, accentuating her graceful curves. The deep, rich hue of the fabric seemed to mirror the intensity of her spirit, reflecting her unwavering determination to forge her own path.
The gown featured a fitted bodice, embellished with intricate golden embroidery that traced delicate patterns across the fabric. The embroidery, reminiscent of swirling flames, seemed to dance with a life of its own, adding a touch of mystique to the ensemble.
The sleeves, flowing and billowing, cascaded down her arms, reminiscent of crimson waves caught in a gentle breeze. Each movement she made caused the fabric to ripple and sway, lending an ethereal quality to her presence. The dress's length skimmed the floor, allowing just a glimpse of her adorned crimson slippers with golden accents, completing the ensemble with a touch of opulence.
Her eyes met her father's. His visage was marked by the weight of his illness, causing her heart to squeeze with concern. If anything, it looked like he could fall off the throne at any moment. The grand hall fell silent, eyes watching the two.
With a graceful bow of her head, Jieun acknowledged her father's presence, silently promising to carry his legacy forward. Gathering her composure, she turned her attention to the lords gathered before her, their eyes fixed upon the future queen.
