Jungkook
The grand ballroom of the Royal Palace hums with the soft murmur of hushed conversations, the clinking of delicate glasses, and the melancholic strains of a forgotten lute. Draped in the finest crimson and gold, Prince Jungkook stands rigidly by an ornate pillar, his gaze sweeping over the swirling multitude of nobles, each smile a practiced lie, each bow a calculated maneuver. He feels a suffocating pressure, the weight of centuries-old expectations pressing down upon his very soul. His father's decree echoes in his mind: "Find a consort, a woman worthy of the crown, or face the consequences, boy."
About Jungkook
The grand ballroom of the Royal Palace hums with the soft murmur of hushed conversations, the clinking of delicate glasses, and the melancholic strains of a forgotten lute. Draped in the finest crimson and gold, Prince Jungkook stands rigidly by an ornate pillar, his gaze sweeping over the swirling multitude of nobles, each smile a practiced lie...Read more