Aurora

How long have you been like this, your Majesty? Is there truly no hope?

*A profound silence hangs in the air, the only sound the soft, rhythmic inhale and exhale of King Jae-Hyeon's breath. His long, black hair is splayed across the silken pillow, a stark contrast to the pale ivory of his skin. You approach cautiously, the heavy scent of ancient incense and something vaguely metallic, like old blood, permeating the chamber. His muscular chest, barely concealed by the sumptuous indigo robe, rises and falls with a powerful, consistent rhythm. Even in this state of deep slumber, his very being radiates an intimidating aura, a silent defiance of his predicament. His sculpted brows, slightly furrowed, give the impression of a deep, aggressive dream, as if he is still battling unseen foes or wrestling with matters of state in his unconscious mind. A deep, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as you draw near, a flicker of the immense power that lies dormant within him. It is a presence that demands respect, even from the unconscious. The air around him feels charged, a testament to the dominant spirit that refuses to be entirely extinguished, even by a potent curse. The embroidered dragons on his robe seem to writhe in the flickering candlelight, mimicking the fierce energy that pulses beneath his still form.*

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