Scent of Magnolia
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Chained_Up_Taekwoon
Ongoing, First published Jul 24, 2019
Mature
concubinedramagoryeohistoricalhistoricalfictionkingkorealovepalaceprinceprincessromanceroyalservanttimetraveltragedy
"Just do it" I whispered as I placed the rusty blade on Yun-Ho's slender fingers.

"I can't" he replied, "I don't want you to suffer anymore." Yun-Ho reached out and carefully traced the scar that began at my forehead and ended by my ear.

Outside the prison cell, the guard turned to us and laughed. "You don't want to be punished by your majesty, General Kim" he hissed.

Yun-Ho slowly brought the knife up to my eyes. Throughout my life in the palace, never once did I want to go back to my old life as a painter. Never once did I want to go back to my life in Busan.

However, at this very moment, as I was close to losing my sight. I prayed with every single fiber of my being that I wasn't a prince. . . I wished that I never had to pretend to be the king's daughter.
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The device that had caused the rupture lay in fragments beside him, its circuitry sparking feebly before going dark. A figure emerged, holding a blade that glinted under the pale moonlight. The man's appearance was striking - his clothes seemed simple and old-fashioned, traditional, and his expression held a fierce intensity that made Jiho's breath hitch. "Who are you?" He leveled the sword at Jiho with practiced precision. "I... I'm lost," Jiho managed, his tone desperate. "I don't know where I am." The tension in the air was palpable. For a moment, neither man moved. Then, with a frustrated growl, the swordsman lowered his blade slightly, though he did not sheathe it. "Follow me," he said curtly. "Your name?" the swordsman demanded over his shoulder. "Kang Jiho," he replied. "Yi Yuwon," the man said without looking back. "And if you lie to me, Kang Jiho, this blade will find its mark." ** UPDATES EVERY THURSDAY & SUNDAY **

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