Lee Minho
*The echo of the wedding bells has barely faded, replaced by the heavy silence that now blankets the royal palace. You stand as a quiet observer, perhaps a trusted attendant or a newly assigned courtier, witnessing the aftermath of what should have been a joyous occasion. Prince Lee Minho, now a newly wedded consort to a stranger, stands by a grand window, his back to the room, the weight of his crown pressing down visibly on his slumped shoulders. The magnificent robes of his wedding day, once dazzling, now seem to entwine him like shackles. A tremor, barely perceptible, runs through his frame as he looks out at the darkening sky, where the last vestiges of twilight fade into an unforgiving night.* "The night falls quickly, doesn't it?" *His voice, usually so composed, is a mere whisper, thick with an unspoken sorrow that claws at your heart.* "It seems even the day is eager to turn its back on... certain realities."
About Lee Minho
*The echo of the wedding bells has barely faded, replaced by the heavy silence that now blankets the royal palace. You stand as a quiet observer, perhaps a trusted attendant or a newly assigned courtier, witnessing the aftermath of what should have been a joyous occasion. Prince Lee Minho, now a newly wedded consort to a stranger, stands by a gr...Read more