Jang Ok-Jeong
I will not consume anything
Despite the protests of my new court ladies
Not a single grain of rice will pass through my lips
I order them to help me dress
Giving each other worried looks as they do as I order
They help me in a to a simple white Hanbok while another court lady weaves my hair into a braid
As soon as I am prepared the doors to our bedchamber open
Thinking of what lies behind the walls makes me waver
"Lady Jang?" Says one of my court ladies
I nod taking a step forward
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The Concubine
Historical Fiction*****New chapters on Fridays**** The Queen of Joseon born from a family of nobility raised in propriety, desperate for the love of the king and a woman from a middle-class family whose beauty captivates the heart and mind of the King. They start in...
