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The wind cuts through the courtyard of Gyeonghwa Palace like a blade. Among the dry branches of the plum trees, royal flags flutter to the sound of funeral drums. A new king is crowned. Yi Hyun, the young heir, walks towards the throne with a calm face and the look of someone who has learned to hide everything — including pain. The crowd salutes him, but the silence between the bows is too heavy. The sudden death of the former king still hangs in the air, and the ministers whisper like crows around a golden carcass. On the same day of the coronation, the decree is announced: the king will take as his wife Dama So Ra, daughter of the Seong clan, the most powerful in the kingdom. A political marriage, cold and inevitable — the kind of union that is born not of the heart, but of convenience. As the court celebrates with wine and fake smiles, Yi Hyun watches the new queen from a distance. She holds her head high, expression firm, eyes that ask for no mercy. At that moment, the king realizes: she is not a f
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The wind cuts through the courtyard of Gyeonghwa Palace like a blade. Among the dry branches of the plum trees, royal flags flutter to the sound of funeral drums. A new king is crowned. Yi Hyun, the young heir, walks towards the throne with a calm face and the look of someone who has learned to hide everything — including pain. The crowd salute...Read more