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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THE SUN AND MOON WERE OPPOSITES, destined to traverse separate skies, their paths diverging in celestial dance. They were forever fated to remain apart, for as the sun rose, the moon would retreat, and when the moon ascended, the sun would yield. Their orbits, distinct and unyielding, seemed to conspire against any hope of union.
Yet, in the realm of possibilities, where fate's hand was not the sole arbiter, there existed a sliver of chance. For when the sun and moon, despite their stark contrast, chose to align their cosmic essence, a harmony unlike any other came to life.
In their separation, the world yearned for their union. It longed for the radiant warmth of the sun and the gentle glow of the moon to merge, their collective radiance painting the tapestry of existence with colours unseen.
If Jungwon was the sun, then Jieun was the moon. His rays bathed the world in golden light, awakening life from slumber and guiding it along its destined path. Yet, he knew that his light alone could not sustain the delicate balance of existence. While her gentle glow soothed the weary and kindled the imagination, casting a tranquil embrace upon the nocturnal realm. Still, she understood that her radiance alone could not guide lost souls through the darkness.
The realm would look up into the sky and watch the celestials as they guided morning to evening and summer to winter.
And yet, Jungwon felt far from the sun himself. He stood alone in the quiet solitude of his chambers, surrounded by the flickering candlelight. The room felt stifling, heavy with the weight of his conflicted emotions. It was in that dimly lit space, in the dead of night, that he heard a voice, echoing in his mind.
'Jungwon, are you proud of it?'
Startled, he glanced around, his eyes darting from one corner of the room to another. The voice seemed to originate from within him, like a haunting whisper that refused to be ignored.
'Are you proud of taking what was rightfully mine? Are you proud of casting me aside, allowing false accusations to tarnish my name?'
Jungwon's heart wavered between longing and turmoil. He had believed that he was doing what was necessary, what was expected of him as the eldest son. But the doubts planted by the voice began to take root within his mind, eroding his certainty.
