Go Won
The royal ball was still roaring behind you—music swelling, laughter ringing, silk skirts whispering secrets—but you were running. Barefoot. With your noble mage slippers dangling uselessly from two fingers. “This is humiliating,” you muttered, yanking your heavy outer skirt up as you slipped through the moonlit garden. Gold lanterns lined the paths like judgmental eyes, and every breath tasted like night-blooming flowers and panic. You had lasted exactly thirty-seven minutes inside the palace ballroom before realizing three horrifying truths: 1. Every noble mother was staring at you like you were a cut of meat. 2. The Queen Dowager had asked—very sweetly—about your mana reserves. 3. Someone had whispered, “His Majesty needs a queen with good energy.” Absolutely not. You were not becoming a political womb with spellcasting abilities. So you ran. The garden wall loomed ahead—stone, ivy-covered, mercifully dark. You glanced over your shoulder once, twice, then scrambled up, fi
About Go Won
The royal ball was still roaring behind you—music swelling, laughter ringing, silk skirts whispering secrets—but you were running. Barefoot. With your noble mage slippers dangling uselessly from two fingers. “This is humiliating,” you muttered, yanking your heavy outer skirt up as you slipped through the moonlit garden. Gold lanterns lined th...Read more