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Where the Lotus Grows

PART 1 - The Palace Invitation

pairing: yeon si-eun x reader (female reader)

rating: 18+

genre: romance, historical setting, slow burn, smut

warnings: eventual smut, family conflict, power imbalance, death, su*cide, bullying, social pressure, trauma, violence

summary: within the walls of the royal palace, nothing is ever as it seems. as subtle glances turn into quiet conversations, and duty begins to blur with longing, you must learn to survive the delicate game of court life without losing yourself.

author's note: like i said before, i love historical dramas. i wanted to put weak hero’s sieun into an historical setting. of course, there are no pens for him to stab people with…, but i decided to focus more on his quiet nature and his need of approval by his mother and father. i truly believe that sieun ( in the drama ) doesn’t really enjoy studying. he just does it to have his parents attention in a way… this fanfic will focus on that, but in a historical setting. sieun will have different goals / ulterior motive for his behaviours… to be seen in the future. i truly hope you enjoy this fanfic. it will be a slow burn and will also be multiple parts. i want to take the time to set the scene and make it as realistic as possible. let me know your thoughts in the comments and like / repost this story if you want to support me. byebye <3

word count: 7k+

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The morning air was cool, carrying the smell of dew and charcoal from the kitchen fires. The sun had barely risen over the tiled rooftops, casting long, slanted shadows across the courtyard. You sat alone under the veranda, peeling the skin off a plum, your fingers sticky with juice.

You loved mornings like this. They were quiet, unhurried, and untouched by duty. There was freedom in the stillness, a kind of peace that wrapped around you like a soft cloak.

Suddenly, you heard the main gate open from far away and hurried footsteps. Loud voices came from inside your house. Then, silence again.

A moment later, a maid appeared, slightly out of breath. She bowed. “Your father has called everyone to the main hall. There’s news.”

You stood slowly, brushing your hands on your robe, and followed the quiet hum of excitement into the house.

Your family was already gathered. Your father stood tall in the center of the hall, wearing his dark military robes. Your sister sat at your mother’s side, perfectly composed, her eyes wide with anticipation.

He didn’t waste time.

“The King has summoned me to court.” Your father announced. “I’ve been declared a national hero. They are awarding me the Medal of National Honor for my service in the border campaign. His Majesty has appointed me Minister of Military Affairs.”

Your mother gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. Your sister, Sooyeon, beamed in joy.

But your father wasn’t done.

“In addition,” He said, his voice swelling with pride, “His Majesty has offered us residence inside the palace court. A private place within the grounds.”

Your sister’s hands flew to her chest. “The palace?” She whispered.

Your mother turned to her immediately, clutching her hand. “This is your moment,” She said, eyes shining. “There will be noble families, high-ranking officials, and eligible young men—true matches. You must be ready.”

Your sister nodded eagerly, already lost in the idea of silk gowns, formal greetings, and quiet walks through royal gardens.

No one looked at you.

You stood a few paces behind them, hands clasped loosely in front of you. You knew better than to expect your name to be part of the excitement. You were the afterthought, the wild one, the untamed branch of the family tree that refused to grow the right way.

Only when your mother noticed you lingering did she speak.

“Y/N,” She said, her tone more controlled, “Perhaps this change will help you. If you take it seriously, you might learn how to carry yourself properly. This could be a fresh start for you too.”

You gave a small bow of acknowledgment but said nothing.

All you could think about was what it would mean to live inside the palace walls surrounded by rules, eyes, and people who smiled with closed lips. You knew girls like your sister belonged in that world.

You weren’t sure you did.

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The palace walls rose higher than you expected.

Even from the distance of the main road, they loomed tall and pristine, quiet in a way that made your stomach twist. You sat inside the family palanquin, knees tucked together, hands resting in your lap. Your sister peeked through the curtain beside you, barely containing her excitement.

“We’re really here,” Sooyeon whispered, her breath fogging the silk. “The palace court.”

Outside, your father rode ahead on horseback, dressed in his formal uniform. Guards in blue lined the path. Servants followed in an organized line behind the palanquin, carrying your family’s belongings, crates of books, trunks of clothing, furniture wrapped in cloth.

As the palace gates opened with a heavy creak, your sister leaned closer to you.

“You should fix your posture. The court ladies will be watching.”

You adjusted your shoulders out of habit but didn’t answer.

The place you were given stood near the outer edge of the royal grounds, nestled between two smaller government halls. It was beautiful.

Your mother’s eyes swept across the grounds. She gave a quiet, satisfied nod.

“This is finer than I expected,” She said. “Behave properly while we’re here. No wandering off without permission, understood?”

She didn’t look at you when she said it, but the words were meant for you.

Your sister took her first steps up the pavilion stairs like she had always belonged there. She paused at the threshold, smiling.

“I can already tell,” She said. “Life will change for us now.”

You looked past her at the closed palace doors, the unfamiliar space, the quiet hum of rules beneath every polished surface.

It wasn’t excitement you felt. Not like Sooyeon.

It was dread in your bones.

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Despite the incense burning in tall brass pots and the sunlight pouring through high, latticed windows, the throne hall felt extremely cold.

The stone floors echoed under every step. Tall columns painted in deep reds and golds stood like watchful sentries.

You lowered yourself to the cold stone floor beside your mother and sister, pressing your forehead down in a deep, practiced bow reserved only for the King. Around you, the rest of the court remained upright, offering only the formal bow of respect.

No one moved until the King’s voice rang out, firm and clear.

“Rise.”

You stood slowly, keeping your head down, eyes lowered to the polished floor.

At the far end of the hall, the King sat elevated on the throne. Robes of black and gold draped across his shoulders. Beside him stood a royal scribe with a scroll. Nearby, several princes and princesses stood in respectful formation. You didn’t dare look too closely, but you felt their presence, their quiet weight in the room.

When the hall fell silent, the scribe unrolled the scroll with both hands and began to read.

“By royal command of His Majesty, Sovereign of this nation, guardian of peace and order, it is declared that General Han Jiwon, for his unmatched bravery and strategic brilliance during the Northern Invasion, is to be awarded the Medal of National Honor and appointed to the esteemed position of Minister of Military Affairs.”

Your father stepped forward into the open floor.

The King rose slowly from his seat. An attendant carried forward a golden medallion on a silk cushion. You stole a glance upward, just for a moment.

The King looked directly at your father as he gave him the medal. His voice was strong. “You protected our borders when others hesitated. You risked your life, not for your own glory, but for the people. The palace welcomes your service.”

Your father bowed again. “It is my honor to serve, Your Majesty.”

The court responded with a unified murmur of approval, voices rising in a practiced chorus: “Long live His Majesty. Glory to the Han family.”

The formality of it all, the layers of performance, made your skin feel tight. Your sister leaned toward your mother, beaming. The Queen sat poised on her elevated seat, a thin, composed smile on her lips.

You returned your gaze to the floor.

Then, from the right of the King’s dais, the Crown Prince stepped forward. He bowed formally to your father.

“On behalf of the royal children,” He said, “We welcome your service to the court and the country, Minister Han.”

Your father bowed in return. “The honor is mine, Your Highness.”

The final portion of the ceremony included ceremonial blessings and formal closing statements. Officials remained in place until the King gave a brief nod, dismissing them from their stance. The hall slowly began to fill with the quiet murmur of movement.

You stayed still a moment longer than necessary.

You were no longer just the daughter of a military man.

You were now a court lady, whether you wanted to be or not.

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It should have felt like a dream. But all you could think about was how the walls here seemed to listen.

You stood by the window, watching a pair of court ladies glide across the inner courtyard with their maids in tow, hair piled high and robes flowing like water.

“Y/N,” Your mother’s voice rang out behind you, brisk and clipped. “Come here. You’ll need to begin preparing soon.”

You turned and walked toward the center of the room where your sister already sat, draped in layers of soft jade silk. Her posture was impeccable, hands folded neatly in her lap, head tilted just enough to seem graceful without appearing proud. The servants around her fussed over which jewelry suited her best.

Your father sat nearby, his outer robe draped over his shoulder as he sipped warm tea. He looked at your sister, then nodded with quiet approval.

“You handled yourself well today,” He said to her. “Calm. Elegant. As a daughter of this household should be.”

Your sister offered a small, composed smile. “Thank you, Father.”

He looked over at you then, briefly. “You should take her example, Y/N. The eyes in the palace see more than you think.”

Your mother stepped in with a gentler voice, though it carried no less weight. “It’s a new chapter for all of us. It’s time you grew out of childish ways. This is no countryside estate. You’re among the highest ranks now.”

You said nothing, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of your robe. It wasn’t new—this comparison, this gentle pressure disguised as concern. Somehow, inside these palace walls, it seemed more suffocating.

Your sister leaned slightly toward you, her tone light but laced with quiet teasing. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you pick a hairstyle that hides how much you slouch.”

A few of the maids laughed softly, as if they weren’t sure whether they were supposed to.

You managed a small smile in return. “That’s kind of you. I’ll try not to ruin your image by being in the same room.”

Your mother gave a warning look, though your sister only hummed and turned back toward the mirror. She was already planning which eligible men she might meet tonight. She wouldn’t say it aloud, but it was clear: she saw the banquet as her stage.

You were simply part of the set.

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The palace banquet hall was a world of polished splendor. The room murmured with soft conversation and the distant plucking of instruments, as nobles and officials mingled beneath embroidered banners.

You sat beside your sister at one of the long tables. The silks you wore were fine, seafoam green and soft ivory, but understated. No heavy necklaces or gaudy hairpins. Sooyeon, on the other hand, glittered with gold and pearl, her robe layered and intricate. She looked every bit the lady your mother always hoped for.

A group of young court ladies approached your table, smiling as they sat down. Their laughter was soft, graceful, just loud enough to draw attention. You could feel their eyes on you, sizing you up in the way women of court often did…not always cruelly, but never without purpose.

“I was trying to place your face all evening,” One of them said, her voice light and teasing. “You really are beautiful. We noticed you from across the hall.”

Another leaned in, nodding. “You don’t even wear much jewelry and still manage to outshine half the room. I would cry if I looked that good with so little effort.”

The third chuckled. “You’re going to be trouble for the rest of us.”

You smiled politely, unsure how to respond. Their words were kind on the surface, but laced with curiosity, maybe even quiet envy.

Your sister’s smile tightened almost imperceptibly. “Y/N has always had a certain natural charm,” She said smoothly. “Though between the two of us, I’m the one who can greet guests in three dialects and still remember everyone’s clan name.”

Laughter followed. Polite. Controlled.

You smiled, eyes lowered. It wasn’t worth responding. She’d made her point, veiled in charm, and the court ladies accepted it.

One of them touched your sister’s sleeve. “Lady Sooyeon, you truly carry yourself with grace. No wonder His Majesty’s court is taking notice.”

Your sister beamed, her posture straightening even more. She truly looked radiant. She knew how to thrive in this room.

“We were so curious when we heard the Han family would be moving into the palace grounds,” One of the ladies said, her smile carefully measured. “It’s always exciting when new faces join us.”

“Especially ones with such… reputation,” Added another, her fan half-lowered, eyes flicking between you and your sister. “Your father’s valor has been the talk of every household.”

“Thank you,” Your sister said graciously, folding her hands in her lap. “We’re very proud of him. What he accomplished for the kingdom means everything to us.”

You nodded in agreement, your voice soft but steady. “He’s always put the country before himself.”

“How noble,” One of them said. “A quality rarely seen these days.”

“Speaking of noble,” Another chimed in, her tone lightening, “Did you all hear about the hunt the Crown Prince organized last week?”

Your sister leaned in, interest gleaming in her eyes. “Yes, I heard a few details. Something about Lord Seo’s second son embarrassing himself?”

The ladies burst into laughter. Not unkind, but edged with satisfaction.

“He flew off his horse trying to show off in front of the Princess.” One said, barely able to contain her amusement.

“He nearly landed on his own sword,” Another added, shaking her head. “Poor thing limped all the way back to camp.”

You kept a neutral smile, eyes drifting across the banquet hall, while your sister spoke for the both of you.

“Meanwhile,” Someone said more quietly, “Prince Sieun returned with the largest stag of the hunt. Again.”

That caught your attention.

“And the King was so pleased,” Another sighed. “He called him forward in front of everyone and praised his skill. Said he had the focus of a seasoned general.”

Your sister sipped her tea, her expression unreadable.

“Yes, and did you see the Crown Prince’s face?” The third lady said in a lower voice, delighted. “Like he’d just bitten into something sour. I thought he might snap his bow in half.”

Laughter followed.

“They’ve always been compared, haven’t they?” Sooyeon said, setting her cup down gently.

A lady nodded. “The Crown Prince must be frustrated. It must sting, being outdone by your younger brother at everything—except birth order.”

A hush fell briefly over the group. It was the kind of statement that stepped a little too close to treason, even when whispered among silk and pearls.

“He is intriguing…Prince Sieun.” One woman broke the silence. “You never quite know what he’s thinking.”

Another nodded. “He only speaks when he’s correcting someone. Usually a scholar twice his age.”

“Or ignoring everyone altogether,” Said the lady in soft pink silk “I once tried to greet him in the corridor. He bowed so faintly I wasn’t sure if I imagined it.”

The ladies laughed at that. They were careful not to mock too harshly, just enough to amuse, to feel powerful.

“I suppose that’s why he’s still unmarried,” One said, fanning herself slowly. “No taste for company. No interest in courtesans. It’s strange, isn’t it? A prince that refuses all pleasure…”

Your sister chuckled lightly. “Perhaps he prefers books to people. Though… I wouldn’t be surprised if his mother’s death left him… cautious. ”

That drew a more thoughtful silence. The mention of Lady Yeon’s suicide shifted the mood slightly, from amusement to something closer to curiosity laced with unease.

Then, quieter still, someone added, “They say his mother’s death wasn’t what it seemed. That she didn’t kill herself.”

Your sister’s expression briefly faltered. “Careful. That’s not the kind of thing you say aloud.”

“I’m only repeating what the old court servants whisper,” The lady replied with a shrug, feigning innocence. “Everyone knows the Queen made things difficult for her. And now, no one speaks Lady Yeon’s name. No one but the King.”

For a beat, the conversation stilled. The warmth in the air dimmed, as if even the silks draped around them absorbed the weight of what was said.

A quieter voice chimed in. “It’s tragic, really. The Prince still lights incense for her every year. Even when no one’s watching.”

The air in the room felt heavier for a moment.

“Well,” Another lady said with forced brightness. “He’ll have to think of marriage eventually.”

A lady with an elaborate coiffure let out a breathy, almost mocking laugh. “ He doesn’t even have a favored court lady… One would think the King is losing his patience by now.”

“They say the King has been trying to arrange a match for years,” Sooyeon said, her tone light with just a hint of amusement. “But who would he even choose? It seems like the Prince barely looks at anyone.”

A lady with painted lips and too many hairpins leaned in, laughing behind her fan. “He looks through people, not at them. Like he’s already bored before you speak.”

“And they say he leaves the room the moment the dancers come in,” Another chimed in. “Imagine walking out on the King’s entertainment—Who does that?”

“That’s what I heard too,” Added another. “They say he always looks so uninterested… That he doesn’t even glance at them.”

Your sister lifted her cup delicately. “And still, not a single rumor? No court lady, no servant, no whispers of a lover tucked away in a quiet wing?”

“Not even an old flame,” One of them said, eyes gleaming. “Nothing. It’s like he’s made of stone.”

“It’s such a shame,” The youngest lady murmured, fanning herself slowly. “He’s so pretty, too. Like something painted on silk. All that beauty and no one to enjoy it.” The others laughed again, soft and sharp.

You restrained the urge to roll your eyes. You hated gossip. What did it matter if the Prince spent his nights with books instead of women? Why couldn’t people just let others be?

Still, you straightened your back and kept a pleasant smile on your face, careful with every expression. You weren’t only being watched by the ladies across from you. Others in the banquet hall were looking too, weighing every gesture, deciding where you might fit in this world of painted lips and careful alliances.

You glanced sideways, your eyes catching the elevated platform at the far end of the hall where the Queen sat. She was composed and still, her expression unreadable beneath the delicate curve of her golden hairpiece. Her personal attendants stood behind her in silent formation, hands folded, eyes lowered.

Beside the queen sat her daughter, the Princess, regal and sharp-eyed, her silks gleaming under the lantern light.

You quickly lowered your gaze again, smoothing your sleeves. At your table, the ladies continued to chatter, their laughter soft and contained. Then came a subtle shift in the room’s energy. It was the kind that made backs straighten and voices fall.

The Crown Prince had arrived.

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The hall shifted. Everyone lowered their heads in a respectful bow, rising only after he passed.

He moved with easy confidence, broad-shouldered in his embroidered robes. The golden thread caught the lamplight as he made his way to the king, who stood in conversation with your father and several court officials near the head of the room. The Crown Prince bowed to them deeply, exchanging a few respectful words.

He then moved to the Queen and his younger sister, offering each of them a quieter, more familiar greeting. Behind him came his wife, elegant and demure, followed by his concubine who wore brighter silks and more jewelry. Both women took their seats gracefully on the floor cushions arranged near the queen.

To your surprise, the Crown Prince turned and walked toward your table.

You glanced at your sister, who quickly adjusted her posture, smoothing her skirts and offering her most gracious smile.

He stopped in front of the two of you and bowed politely.

“Welcome to the palace,” He said warmly. “Lady Sooyeon, Lady Y/N. Your presence brightens the hall.”

Your sister’s cheeks flushed slightly. “You honor us, Your Highness. It is a privilege to be here.”

His smile deepened, but his gaze drifted. For a moment it rested on you.

Not too long. But long enough that you noticed.

Long enough that your sister noticed too…

“Lady Y/N,” The Crown Prince said, voice smooth. “I had heard the Han family had two daughters, but I wasn’t told one of them would outshine the court itself.”

You felt your sister go still beside you.

You bowed your head slightly, voice calm and respectful. “You’re too kind, Your Highness. My sister is the true pride of our family. She’s a scholar of great discipline and grace. We’re all better for her example.”

A flicker of tension eased in your sister’s posture, and the other women at the table offered smiles of approval. The Crown Prince gave a small nod, amused perhaps, or simply satisfied.

He turned to your sister next, offering her a respectful nod. “Lady Sooyeon,” He said. “Your composure stood out earlier in the throne room. The court has already begun to speak of your poise.”

Your sister’s smile returned in full. “You honor me, Your Highness.”

He glanced toward the entrance, adjusting the folds of his robe. “The rest of the royal family should be arriving shortly,” He said, addressing the table with effortless authority. “The younger prince and princesses were delayed, but they will join us soon.”

With another polite smile, he excused himself to greet other guests. Your sister’s eyes followed him for a moment too long, while the ladies beside you exchanged soft whispers behind their fans.

You suddenly missed the quiet of your family home. The creak of the courtyard steps. The sound of wind through pine…

The sound of greetings and bows rippled through the banquet hall, interrupting your thoughts. A hush spread through the room, followed by murmured honorifics and shifting silks as people rose slightly from their seats to bow. The other Prince and Princess had arrived.

You looked up instinctively.

From your place, you could not see his face clearly, only the straight line of his posture and the way his dark hair was neatly half tied. Prince Sieun stood before the King, his head dipped in a subtle bow. The King, already flushed with wine, beamed at the sight of him and placed a hand on his shoulder, tugging him closer with a kind of affection rarely seen in public. His voice rang out with laughter as he pulled your father into the conversation.

The three of them stood in easy proximity, the King’s gestures animated, your father responding with respectful deference. From across the room, you saw the Crown Prince watching, his expression unreadable until a flicker of something passed across his face. The Queen caught it immediately. She gave her son a sharp look and his gaze quickly shifted away, back to his cup.

Meanwhile, the younger prince and princess had begun to make their way through the hall, stopping at each table with practiced courtesy. The youngest appeared to be around twelve years old. Their were clothed in pristine silk, their movements rehearsed but not stiff. When they reached your table, everyone rose and offered respectful bows.

“Lady Sooyeon.” The young princess said with a sweet, formal voice. Her eyes flicked to your sister, then to you. “Lady Y/N. It is an honor to welcome your family to the court.”

You bowed again, murmuring thanks. The boy beside her offered a polite nod, saying little, clearly more interested in the sweet rice cakes being passed behind him.

Then, as quickly as they came, they moved on, trailed by their attendants. You sat back down, your pulse still a bit quick. All around, the noise returned. Your eyes returned briefly to the King and Prince Sieun.

You could still only see him from behind, but there was something striking in the stillness of his posture amid the chaos around him, as if the noise of the room did not touch him at all.

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“Do you know how much longer we’re expected to stay?” You asked quietly, shifting slightly toward your sister without drawing too much attention.

Sooyeon’s eyes narrowed, subtle but sharp. “Don’t ask that,” She replied in a low voice. “We stay as long as possible. Leaving too early would look ungrateful to His Majesty. This banquet was arranged to honor our family.”

You swallowed, nodding. The air in the hall had grown thick with perfume, roasted meats, laughter, and the ever-present music. It clung to your skin.

“I just thought,” You began hesitantly, “Maybe I could go out for a moment. Just outside the doors. For some air.”

That made Sooyeon turn. Her brow softened slightly, concern flickering across her face even as she tried to hide it behind a composed smile. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“I’m fine,” You said quickly, reassuring her. “It’s just… a bit much.”

She nodded after a pause, then leaned in a little closer. “Don’t wander too far. And if anyone asks, you’re simply cooling off.”

You gave her a grateful look before standing up from the table and offering a polite excuse to the ladies nearby. They smiled and nodded, returning to their idle gossip as soon as you stepped away. You didn’t notice the curious glances that followed your retreat. Several young noblemen watched your departure with thinly veiled interest.

Outside, the air felt like a balm. Cool and crisp against your cheeks, it carried the scent of night blossoms and damp stone. The noise of the banquet faded behind the thick palace doors, replaced by the soft hum of crickets and the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze.

You wandered slowly, feet guiding you past the lantern-lit path and down a gentle slope to the palace garden. A narrow stone bridge curved over a shallow stream, moonlight dancing on the surface of the water.

You stepped onto the bridge and leaned against its edge, peering down. Beneath the water’s surface, pale orange and white koi swam lazily, their scales catching the glow of the full moon. They moved with such calm, untouched by the rules and rituals you’d been drowning in all evening.

You smiled softly to yourself.

Nature didn’t pretend. It didn’t gossip or measure every word. It simply existed. It was quiet, beautiful, and honest.

You wished your life could be that simple.

Suddenly, the sharp sound of smashing porcelain cut through the night air like a blade.

You turned instinctively, eyes widening as you spotted a young palace maid on the stone path nearby. She had collapsed to her knees, a shattered teapot and fallen tray at her side. Tea stained the ground in a dark puddle, and fragments of the delicate porcelain were scattered across the stones.

Without thinking, you gathered your skirt and hurried to her.

The girl bowed her head so low it nearly touched the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, My Lady,” She stammered, her voice trembling. “Please forgive me. I understand if you must report me. I was careless, I…”

She was on the verge of tears.

You knelt beside her gently. “It’s alright,” You said softly. “It’s just a teapot. I’m sure the palace kitchen has plenty more. You’re not hurt, are you?”

Her head lifted slightly, eyes wide. She looked shocked, as if kindness were something unfamiliar.

“I… no, I’m not hurt. But… thank you. Truly.” Her voice wavered. “I didn’t expect…”

You offered a small smile and began gathering the larger shards of porcelain carefully.

She gasped. “Please, My Lady, don’t! You mustn’t dirty your hands with this kind of labor!”

You laughed quietly and shook your head. “I have two hands just like you. And I’m not too proud to help someone who’s clearly having a harder night than I am.”

For a moment, she only stared at you, speechless.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Seorin,” She answered hesitantly.

“Well, Seorin,” You said, meeting her eyes, “I’m Y/N. It would be my pleasure to help you tonight.”

The girl still looked unsure, but after a moment, she nodded. Together, the two of you gathered the broken pieces and walked toward the palace kitchens.

What you didn’t notice was the quiet figure watching from beneath an archway across the courtyard. He stood still in the shadows, half-concealed behind the carved stone pillar.

Prince Sieun had seen everything.

His expression remained unreadable, but his gaze lingered long after you and the maid had disappeared from sight.

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When you returned, the maid gave you a grateful look before hurrying off toward the servants’ quarters. You offered her a gentle smile and then stepped back into the banquet hall.

The warmth and noise hit you instantly, a stark contrast to the stillness outside. You made your way to your table, careful to move with quiet grace. Sooyeon looked up as you approached, her expression neutral. She offered a small, practiced smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

As you took your seat beside her, she leaned slightly toward you and whispered, “What took you so long?”

You murmured a vague reply, brushing your skirt smooth and straightening your posture. The conversation around the table had continued without pause, a river of flattery and speculation about court matters, noble families, and marriage alliances. You tried your best to follow along, nodding and smiling at the right moments.

Then a voice cut through the chatter—deep, smooth, and curiously devoid of emotion.

“Forgive me for not introducing myself sooner.”

You looked up.

Prince Sieun stood at the edge of the table, his hands neatly folded behind his back. His gaze, however, was directed not at you, but at your sister.

Sooyeon tilted her head slightly, her tone gracious as ever. “There is nothing to forgive, Your Highness. I understand well. His Majesty seemed eager to keep you close in conversation.”

You bowed respectfully, your movements slow and deliberate. As you lifted your head, you caught the faintest flicker of his eyes shifting toward you, just for a breath, before returning to their impassive stillness.

He gave the faintest nod. “His Majesty requested my thoughts on a few matters.”

“Of course,” Sooyeon said, her voice smooth. “It must be difficult, always in such high demand.”

Prince Sieun remained still for a breath before answering. “It is what is expected.”

There was no pride or complaint in his words. Just quiet acknowledgment.

Sooyeon tilted her head slightly, studying him. “We’re honored you would take the time to speak with us.”

“The honor is mine,” Prince Sieun replied, his voice steady and unreadable. “Lady Sooyeon. Lady Y/N.” Prince Sieun gave a polite bow, then turned to leave without another word.

His eyes hadn’t lingered on you for more than a second, and his expression remained as detached as ever. You watched his retreating figure, unsure what to make of it.

So this was the prince everyone called distant…

There was no trace of arrogance in him, none of the polished charm the Crown Prince wore so easily. He was calm, composed, and somehow all the more intriguing because of it.

Your sister leaned in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “He really is as cold as they say.”

You hummed, eyes lingering on Prince Sieun as he returned to the king. He was silent, composed, and curiously hard to forget.

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Morning light filtered through the tall palace windows as you followed your sister into the hall where the court etiquette lesson was held. The air smelled faintly of ink, powder, and floral incense. You sat beside Sooyeon, trying to mimic her poise as the instructor, a severe-looking woman in a layered silk hanbok, began the session.

Her voice was sharp, and her corrections sharper. When you moved a fraction too quickly during a bow, she tapped her fan against her palm and called your name. Quiet giggles from a few of the other noble girls followed. You forced yourself to smile, shoulders tight with effort, and tried not to let it show that your heart was thudding with embarrassment. Sooyeon, graceful as ever, seemed perfectly composed.

You told yourself to breathe. To watch. To learn.

Just as the lesson was ending, a palace attendant entered the room and bowed. “Lady Sooyeon. Lady Y/N. Her Majesty the Queen has requested your presence.”

A hush followed. You blinked. Sooyeon straightened slightly but didn’t let her surprise show. The other girls were now looking at you both with open curiosity.

You rose with your sister and followed the attendant out of the room, the soft shuffle of your slippers loud in the sudden quiet.

The corridor to the Queen’s chambers was long and silent, lined with guards who kept their eyes forward. Sooyeon walked just ahead of you, her posture flawless, but you caught the slight tension in her shoulders. She was nervous too.

The Queen sat on a raised platform surrounded by her attendants. Her expression was unreadable as she observed you both approach. Beside her sat the Princess, hands folded in her lap, gaze calm. You bowed deeply and held your breath.

“Ladies.” She welcomed you. “I trust the banquet last night wasn’t too overwhelming.”

You’re sister replied carefully, “It was a great honor to attend, Your Majesty. My family is grateful.”

The Queen gave the slightest nod. “I’ve taken interest in the daughters of General Han. Court life can be… intricate. It is only right that you learn how to navigate it properly.”

The Queen studied both you and your sister for another moment, then gestured to the tray of tea being prepared beside her. “Sit. Take some tea. It is still morning, and I dislike talking on an empty stomach.”

The Queen’s gaze settled mostly on Sooyeon as the tea was poured. She asked about her studies, your family’s lineage, and Sooyeon’s interests. Your sister answered each question with ease and elegance, her voice calm, her posture perfect. You watched quietly as the Queen nodded in approval, offering soft praise about Sooyeon’s composure and intellect. Even the Princess gave a faint smile at one point, clearly impressed.

Then, the Queen turned to you.

Her expression remained neutral, eyes slightly narrowed as she regarded you with a kind of quiet curiosity.

“And you, Lady Y/N?” She asked. “You are the younger daughter, yes?”

You bowed your head slightly. “Oh–Yes, Your Majesty.”

The Queen’s eyes lingered on your face a little longer than felt comfortable. “You have a lovely face,” She said finally. “Striking. Not in the usual way.”

You gave a polite smile. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

She did not smile in return.

“What do you enjoy? What do you study?” She asked.

You answered simply, honestly. You enjoyed reading, walking in nature, and had a deep respect for philosophy, though you were still learning.

The Queen gave a slight hum.

“Your spirit seems… untamed,” She said, her words slow and deliberate. “There is something restless in your eyes.”

You froze slightly but kept your expression composed.

“Such minds often struggle here,” She continued, her tone unchanged. “The court does not take kindly to those who forget the weight of its walls.”

Her words hovered in the air. The Princess looked down at her tea. You sensed something beneath the surface of what had been said. A warning, maybe. Or a memory.

You bowed your head again. “I’ll try to remember that, Your Majesty,”

She gave a small nod before turning back to Sooyeon and asking another question about her tutors.

You sat quietly, the echo of the Queen’s words lingering like a quiet warning. Polished and graceful on the surface, but something colder pulsed beneath.

As the heavy doors of the Queen’s pavilion closed behind you, the soft clack of your shoes against the stone path echoed in the quiet garden. The scent of plum blossoms hung in the air.

Your sister walked beside you in silence, her hands folded neatly in front of her. But after a few steps, she glanced sideways, her voice low. “You must be more careful, Y/N. The Queen doesn’t speak without purpose.”

You hummed slightly, not trusting your voice.

Sooyeon paused, her brow tightening. “You can’t keep being… you. Not here.”

You frowned, but she continued before you could answer.

“I know this isn’t easy for you,” She said, her tone gentler now. “But the court isn’t kind to girls who don’t fit. You need to take your lessons seriously. Even if not for yourself, then for me. For our family.”

You stared at her, the weight of her words settling on your shoulders.

“I am trying,” You said quietly.

“I know you are.” She sighed and looked forward again. “Just try harder.”

And with that, she stepped ahead, her posture as composed as ever, the soft rustle of her skirt brushing against the stone path. You watched her back as she walked away, shoulders squared with the confidence of someone who had always belonged.

A dull ache settled in your chest.

You wandered further down the path, hoping that a short walk through the garden might help clear your mind. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, brushing against your cheek like a passing thought.

Ahead, faint voices broke the stillness. Delicate and polite voices, just above a whisper. You paused beside a flowering bush, the petals damp and fragrant, and listened before you realized what you were doing.

“She’s not like the others,” One woman murmured. “There’s something… unrefined about her.”

A second replied, “But she’s rather striking, don’t you agree? Like she doesn’t know how pretty she is…”

“She reminds me a little of Lady Yeon,” One murmured quietly. “Lovely, but there’s a wildness to her… not quite shaped for court life.”

A few of the ladies hummed in quiet agreement, their fans fluttering faintly like whispers.

You stood still, your hand brushing the edge of your sleeve.

Wild? The word echoed sharply in your mind.

You hadn’t done anything yet. Nothing to warrant that kind of judgment. You had spoken politely, followed your sister’s lead, bowed when expected. Sure, you weren’t as poised as Sooyeon. You didn’t speak with the same elegance, didn’t shine in the same academic areas. But you hadn’t misbehaved. You hadn’t been unkind.

I haven’t even done anything yet, you thought, a quiet frustration curling beneath the defeat..

A subtle shift of air behind you made you turn.

There, just past the hedge-lined path, stood Prince Sieun.

He wasn’t dressed in his formal robes. Instead, he wore a black jacket tied neatly at the waist, the fabric light and suited for movement, an outfit meant for archery. His black hair was pulled into a half-up style, the rest falling loosely to his shoulders, a few strands damp near the nape. A bow was slung over his back, the curved wood polished and worn from use.

His face was calm, unreadable. His eyes were dark and clear. They held the kind of stillness that made it hard to look away. Beautiful, in a way that didn’t need attention to be noticed.

He wasn’t watching you. His gaze was fixed past the hedge, where the noblewomen’s voices had faded into silence.

“They speak more freely when they think no one is listening,” He said, his tone neutral, not unkind.

You didn’t answer. For a moment, you weren’t sure you even could.

He glanced at you then—not long, not deeply. Just enough.

And then he turned, walking past you with quiet, composed steps, his figure cutting through the soft light like a shadow made real.

Something about him lingered in your thoughts.

You weren’t sure why.

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You walked deeper into the palace gardens, the soft crunch of gravel beneath your slippers the only sound in the quiet morning. The whispers from earlier still clung to your thoughts, but it wasn’t just them that lingered—it was him.

His words echoed in your mind, quiet but sharp. He hadn’t defended you. He hadn’t smiled or offered kindness. And yet, somehow, it felt like he had seen you more clearly than anyone else had since you arrived at court. Not as the odd girl, not as a lesser shadow of her sister. Just… you.

You turned the corner, steps light, and nearly collided with someone.

A soft gasp escaped your lips.

“My apologies.” Came a voice, smooth and amused.

You stepped back instinctively and looked up into the eyes of the Crown Prince.

He stood with one hand resting behind his back, the other loosely at his side. Though his posture was relaxed, his gaze held the quiet confidence of someone used to being noticed. He smiled.

“Lady Y/N.” He said, tilting his head slightly. “A fine morning for a walk, is it not?”

You bowed quickly, your voice soft. “Yes, Your Highness. I didn’t mean to interrupt your path.”

“You didn’t,” He said, his tone almost lighthearted. “In truth, I welcome the interruption.”

You blinked.

He continued, “It isn’t every day one finds a quiet moment alone with someone new to court.”

“I was just walking to clear my head,” You said, unsure how much to share.

“A wise choice,” He replied, his eyes briefly glancing to the path behind you. “These gardens offer more clarity than most rooms inside the palace.”

There was a pause, comfortable in its silence.

“I hear you’ve made an impression.” He said, a slight tilt to his smile. “Though some say you’re… not quite like your sister.”

You shifted slightly, uncertain how to respond.

He softened. “It’s all right. People change. You’ll find your rhythm here, in time. The court may feel like stone now, but even stone wears smooth when walked on enough.”

You dipped your head slightly. “Thank you, Your Highness. That’s… kind of you to say.”

His smile lingered, not too long, but just enough to feel real.

“If I may ask,” He said, voice smooth and casual, “How old are you, Lady Y/N?”

You met his gaze, cautious but composed. “Twenty, Your Highness.”

“Ah,” He said, as if something had just been confirmed. “A fine age. One where the mind has settled, but the heart is still curious.”

You weren’t sure how to respond, so you simply offered a polite nod.

“Most women your age have already found their place in the palace.” He said, his tone light but layered. “But things have a way of changing quickly here, especially for those who catch the right attention.” His gaze held yours a moment longer. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you found the palace far more welcoming soon.”

The air between you held something unspoken, light but noticeable, like the brush of a breeze. He seemed at ease now, watching you not as a prince addressing a court lady, but as a man quietly intrigued.

You managed another small nod, unsure whether to feel flattered or wary.

The Crown Prince’s smile lingered, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Then, with a graceful nod, he turned and continued down the path, leaving you with the strange sense that the conversation had meant more than it seemed.

You stood rooted to the spot, the weight of his smile settling uneasily in your chest, as if you had missed something important…

Something that might come back to haunt you.

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