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The rugged prince, the competent commander Kim Taehyung, must be feared.
Baekje had the power, an impeccable lust, to exploit Silla. The Baekje warriors were busy pushing slaves and transporting the statue. The golden statue of the prince, who in all glory, was inconsumable by power. He fought in the front line, and shed blood to inspire his army, a gale conjured by a single man.
However, what has been driving this man? You may be quick to assume that it's for the land, for superiority. Heck, he can do the bare minimum to fortify these. All he wanted was distraction and truce. The brilliant commander is a cyclone himself. Swirling up dangerous thoughts and actions, all he aches for is peace of mind. To pull the white satin cloth that brushes over him ever so gently each night. Each gruesome night, there was she.
She could be a ghost. Yet something about her was lively and oddly gratifying. Taehyung has seen her face once, maybe more than that, but ah! Whenever he wakes up, the memory of her radiant face escapes him. It all starts an hour and a quarter past midnight. The same satin white cloth brushes his face as if a soft hand was caressing him.
With so much ease, can he flutter his eyes open? The darkness was ever disappointing as the clouds moved, revealing her pristine face. Subtly silky lips and a round pair of eyes. Oh, how beautiful were they! All that Taehyung wanted to see was his reflection on them. Night by night, nothing changed the same ritual- with Taehyung waking up at midnight and him and her staring until he gets knocked down by sleep.
They could have been talking without words for more than hours, but oh! His subconscious mind contained him from knowing. Nothing changed except for her glossy eyes, which he has been seeing lately. When he was in Baekje, the eyes held tranquility, but now they were sad... and it flared within him.
A witch she could be, too. Taehyung has tried his very best to find her whereabouts, but only in vain.
She came today. And he had all the herbs that would not let him fall asleep. He held his breath as the wind flew, pushing the light yellow curtains, along with the white long cloth. Without a doubt, she was there for him.
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