𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒㆐JIHAN

The Silent King

It was rare to hear the voice of the monarch of those lands full of wealth and order.

Many speculated that King Yoon was an insensitive person, others said that he only spoke when he was ready to pass a cruel sentence and that his voice was as cold as the Arctic itself.

Others talked about a disease that was gradually ending his strength, lacking it to speak.

Every day he was used to the fact that the servants spoke of him like that, many feared him in an indescribable way, and for no reason.

He never forgot how the few ladys and gentlemens who approached him in one of the celebrations of that beautiful kingdom were with the aim of going after the crown.

He desperately longed for some companionship, to meet someone who wouldn't fear him at the sight of his scarlet hanbok with gold ribbons or be loved by him for the crown jewels.

Seung Cheol, his adviser and best friend, offered the king a novel proposal:

"Be a young villager and fall in love , at least meet new people , try to sow the seed of a lasting friendship , who knows if you sow the leafy tree of love fortunately ." The older of both wisely pronounced .

Following said advice in the early morning of a festive day, he left his quarters, arriving in town wearing a simple blue suit like most young people his age.

He walked the streets in love with the flowers that adorned each humble house, played with the grass and walked around the port feeling free.

A young man with hair like the night who was still lying in the celestial mantle, visualized from behind, was able to observe the thin complexion, the hair collected almost artistically decorated with dissimilar flowers, the white suit with blue details that he was wearing caught his attention seeing the logo of one of the royal houses on it.

A young gentleman should not be alone at that time, much less in the port.

The disguised monarch follows from afar in the footsteps of the one with black hair that contrasted with the color of the hanbok that he wore with great grace.

He leaves the port towards the forest. An attraction stronger than magnetism made him follow the young man, surrounding himself in those unknown tides of genuine interest.

A cabin was where he stopped, seeing the seconds how a couple of children opened the door, consequently, the one with elegant bearing and black hair entered said place.

Curiosity invades him and he reproaches himself for spying on the beautiful man through the window.

He sees how the stranger places his basket on a small table, arranging a few plates on it, calling the two children who were accompanied by a third, next to them a couple whom he hugged, giving each one a plate and some gold coins along with the ring what was he carrying

"This is enough for them to travel to New Europe to treat Jay , I heard that there are very good doctors there . My cousin Han Sol will wait for you at the port ."He heard the handsome young man explain .

"Chan and I thank him from the depths of our hearts, your grace ." One of the inhabitants of the home said bowing, being stopped by the person receiving honors.

"Junnie, you and I grew up like brothers, and I know how inhumane my family was when they fired you knowing your situation, so all you have to do is let this mischievous little boy run across the grass again." He expressed with a slight smile returning to embrace the couple.

Jeong Han intuiting the end of the visit goes into the forest hiding behind the trees.

It was in a matter of minutes when he observed the other leave happily, but, without predicting it, he stopped his steps in his tracks, the king hearing that beautiful voice again, which acquired a different tone from the one heard before.