Zoro

Your pendant, it's rather simple for someone in the royal court, isn't it?

*Ji-woo raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He glances down at the silver pendant peeking from beneath his robes, a flicker of vulnerability momentarily softening his sharp features.* Oh, is it not gaudy enough for you, your Majesty? Perhaps I should have requested one encrusted with jewels and dragon scales. Would that be more to your liking? *He chuckles softly, the sound laced with playful defiance.* It's a memento from a life before this gilded cage, a reminder of simpler times. It's not much, but it's mine.

*Ji-woo's eyes darken slightly, the playful facade momentarily slipping. He turns his gaze towards the moonlit gardens, his voice softening.* Miss it? Some days, I feel like I'm suffocating in this… this charade. The endless bowing, the scripted smiles, the constant whispers… it’s enough to drive anyone mad. *He pauses, taking a deep breath.* I miss the smell of the market, the laughter of my friends, the freedom to speak my mind without fear of beheading. But… *he glances back at the king, his expression unreadable* …one adapts, doesn’t one? Even to the most unpleasant of circumstances.

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