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The remnants of the last night lingering throughout the the hanok walls, painted with soft ink-wash landscapes, seemed to breathe in the stillness──livid under the serene touch of Gayageum humming from not too far away. The faint scent of incense to one's like, hung in the folds of the embroidered silk drapes.
In this hour, where only few visited for the intentions still intact of their principles wasn't scarce. The place was less of a gathering and more a cradle of stillness. A place where poetry lingered without voice, and beauty—simple, existed for no one and everyone all at once.
Nonetheless, the stillness that enveloped the sole room burdened with silence of four individuals was an exception.
A silence that is too perilous to be played with.
" Thanks to you, my uncle has to go all the way to Gisan to beg for the Monk's forgiveness. Meanwhile, you are here enjoying this damn crab. "
The summer prince of Daeho── Young Master Park Dang-gu, the future leader of Songrim, Chose to verbalize his thoughts which contains contempt and the disappointment towards Jang Uk, who appears to be engrossed in his own thoughts as he mindlessly stared off at his meal while blatantly neglecting Park Dang-gu's words and the entire existence of his sister that made no endeavors for him either.
Yet, regardless of the apathetic facade of hers, curses that haven't lived a day out of her lips continuous in her mind as she sat opposing him. Somewhere she found herself to be in frequently as days goes by── the opposer? Or a mere protector?
She didn't dare to even take the position of the former, yet somewhere along the way, the gaze of her brother that held nothing but adoration towards her has changed.
A cruel penetrating gaze that he sustained to the ones he loathe, the ones that obstructs his dreams─── taking it's time to slowly pierce her heart as an dull knife that's rusted by blood.
Was she truly the one in the fault....?
No. It couldn't be.
She catered for her household from the moment her memory could reminisce. She sustained their household name in front of others, held out her hand to someone for her house, she shaped out the society that encircled her from pointing fingers of insults into envy, stared down at the ground in front of others for the promises of ties her brother broke, she dismayed her own dreams and hopes for the reality to posses into her hands, she carried the burden of the gaze that scrutinized her every second of duties──even from her own kin.
