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He wakes with blood on his hands and a name that is not his own.
Yoon Jeonghan was meant to die on a rain-slicked road in modern Seoul. Instead, he opens his eyes in chains, buried deep within the stone belly of a Joseon prison-his body wrong, his voice unfamiliar, his reflection stolen. The world speaks an older tongue. Men bow where they should not. Steel follows him like fate.
They call him a traitor.
The court watches him with sharpened patience. Ministers whisper behind silk sleeves. Guards measure his worth by how quietly he bleeds. And above them all stands the Crown Prince-Choi Seungcheol-ruthless, unreadable, a man history remembers as a monster and Joseon fears as its future.
Jeonghan knows this era. He has taught it. Memorized its dates, its executions, its inevitable tragedies.
What he does not know is why he has been given this face.
Why the prince looks at him as if staring at a ghost.
Why survival feels less like escape and more like seduction.
Because in a palace where power is ritualized and mercy is a myth, beauty becomes a liability-and love, if it comes at all, arrives sharpened.
Some men are born into history.
Others are dragged into it, kicking and screaming.
And some are never meant to leave.