lucyeucliffe8
In the late 1800s, Captain Jeon Jungkook is known for two things-
his unbroken victories,
and a heart said to be carved from iron.
Seokjin knows none of that the first time their eyes meet.
They are strangers bound by silk vows, having spoken only twice before standing as husband and husband beneath lantern light.
Jungkook commands armies with ruthless precision.
Yet whenever he is infront of Jin, he cannot command himself.
What begins as an arranged union unfolds into something dangerously intimate-where shyness replaces steel, and tenderness becomes its own kind of battlefield.
But wars are not won by courage alone.
Some strategies are whispered, not shouted.
Some victories are planned long before the enemy ever arrives.
Yet even as the lanterns burn low, the shadow of duty lingers quietly at the edges, hinting that some choices are made long before the heart is ready.