The Last Imoogi

The Samjinal

After another long day traveling via carriage, they finally reached the entrance to Gyeongju by daybreak. Since the road was narrow and uphill, the women had to transfer to their respective palanquins while the men rode their horses.

When they reached a highly guarded residence that was prepared by the local government, Sandara's father was there to greet and welcome them firsthand being the province's governor, while Sandara's mother assisted the women.

Sandara was the happiest among everyone but she didn't dare approach her parents while they were on their duties, afraid to disturb them. Besides, she didn't want to attract attention so she just followed the protocols.

Everyone had the chance to wash up and prepare. The men picked their preferred bows and arrows, spears, and knives, while the women dressed up prettily and donned their hair with expensive accessories.

When Sandara showed up, this time, she was well prepared. Her new hanbok was a top robe of white over an old rose skirt which matched her simple and elegant beauty. Her pin was of gold with flowery designs that accentuated her hair that was tied to a bun. She wore her monarch jade bracelet beneath her sleeve, even if it wouldn't be visible, she liked it so it's the only accessory she often wears.

"Aigoo... My daughter is really the most beautiful woman in the whole Joseon!" Madam Park clasped her hands together as she marveled at her daughter. There wasn't really so much time to catch up with each other since there was a schedule to be followed so she wanted to see her as much as she could.

Sandara just grinned at her mother. "Eomma, all mothers say that their own daughter is the prettiest in their eyes. So isn't all daughters with mothers adoring them just so lucky? Eomma, I'm thankful you're my mother," Sandara retorted making Madam Park tear up.

"You grew up so well, Dara-ah... This mother is really so proud of you," Madam Park held her daughter's hand and sniffed but a voice behind them startled the small reunion.

"Abeoji!" Sandara sprung to her feet and hugged her father, making the latter stumble a bit.

"Abeoji!" It was Won-hee who caught Governor Park and stopped him from falling. "Are you alright?" He asked before scolding her sister a bit. "Dara-ah. Abeoji's knees weren't as strong as before. Be careful,"

"I'm sorry," Sandara pulled back but she hugged her father nonetheless.

"It's nothing... I'm fine," Governor Park said as he laughed, patting her beloved daughter's back. "How's your stay in His Excellency's house?"

Sandara pulled away and smiled widely. Governor Park gave her cheek a little squeeze.

"I'm glad that it shows on your face. You even grew heavier. It means His Excellency is taking good care of you,"

"Uhm! He fed me with good food and gave me a pretty residence, and also he sent me a lot of gifts. This hanbok too," She twirled around to show her parents. "He had this especially made for this event!"

Won-Hee's lips curved down in disapproval. If he didn't know his sister was a bad liar, he would think she was lying but he knew she was telling the truth by the wide foolish grin plastered on her face. Seems like their little girl has finally opened her heart to the aloof royal uncle, and that was like a warning alarm in his head. Kwon Jiyong isn't an easy man to deal with. He doesn't want his sister to go heartbroken.

"That is why, you have to serve His Excellency really well. Daegam is a very busy man so bear with him and always try not to be a bother to him."

"Yes abeoji. Don't worry about me. Who's daughter am I, after all?" Sandara cupped her face and smiled ever so sweetly.