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The Kingdom of Polaris had long been haunted by the shadow of dragons, their fiery breath scorching the lands and terrorizing the people. To counter this, King Hyunjun had summoned the most elite knights in the realm to form the Order of the Maison tasked with eradicating these creatures once and for all. As a reward for their bravery, the King promised that any knight who returned from the dangerous quest would be granted the right to marry any women in the kingdom - no matter their class or background.

For most of the knights, this was an exciting prospect. But for Lee Siyeon, it was a distraction.  

One evening, as the knights prepared for their next march toward the dragon's lair in the High Peaks, Siyeon sat by the campfire, methodically sharpening her sword. Her armor reflected the firelight, casting shadows on her face. Her thoughts were on the dragon they were to face soon—nothing else mattered to her.  

Dami approached with a casual smile, her own sword resting on her shoulder. She sat down beside Siyeon and gave her a nudge.  

"You know, you’ve got to pick one soon," Dami said, breaking the silence.  

Siyeon and Dami grew up together, fighting each other with wooden swords as they dreamed of fighting monsters together. It finally came true as they were recruited into the royal army and later knighted by the King himself. Now, they were on a quest that determined life or death.   

Siyeon didn’t look up from her sword. "Pick one what?"  

"A wife. The King’s orders, remember?"  

Siyeon frowned, her sharpening stone pausing mid-stroke. "I’m here to slay dragons, not entertain some ridiculous reward."  

Dami laughed softly, shaking her head. "You can’t ignore this, Siyeon. It’s the King’s decree. You don’t pick someone, and you’ll have all the nobles breathing down your neck. Trust me, you don’t want that."  

Siyeon let out a long sigh, the weight of Dami’s words pressing on her. "I’ve no interest in marriage, Dami. It’s all politics and nonsense. I came here to do what I, no, we do best—kill that dragon."  

"Look," Dami said, leaning closer. "I get it. But it doesn’t have to mean anything. Just choose a name, any name. Get it over with, and when all of this is done, you can go back to your solitary life if that’s what you want. But for now… you’ve got to play the game."  

Reluctantly, Siyeon pulled a crumpled piece of parchment from her bag, the list of noble daughters scrawled in fine script. Her eyes scanned the names, none of them meaning anything to her. Finally, she pointed to a name near the middle of the list, Kim Minji.  

"This one," she said flatly, barely glancing at it before shoving the list back into her bag.  

Dami chuckled. "Minji, huh? She’s the eldest of the Kim House. From what I hear, she’s a beauty."  

"I don’t care," Siyeon muttered, standing up and sheathing her sword. "I’ve made my choice. Now, let’s focus on what actually matters—killing that dragon."  

Dami grinned, standing as well. "As you wish, Commander. But you’re still going to have to meet her at the royal ball when this is all over. Don’t forget."  

Siyeon’s eyes narrowed, her expression one of pure frustration. "Well, great.”  

---  

The dining hall of the Kim House was aglow with candlelight as Minji sat with her family, the weight of the letter before her heavy on her mind. It lay unopened at the center of the long, polished table, bearing the royal seal of the Kingdom of Polaris.   

Her father, Mr. Kim, had already held the envelope several times, admiring the wax emblem pressed into the parchment, a sign of the King’s favor.  

Mrs. Kim bustled with excitement, pacing the room as she spoke. "A letter from the King himself! Oh, this is an honor beyond anything we could have dreamed! Our Minji, chosen by a knight of the realm."  

Minji swallowed hard, her hands trembling in her lap. She could feel the presence of her younger sister, Yoohyeon, beside her—always the first to sense her unease. Yoohyeon reached over and gently squeezed Minji’s hand, a silent gesture of comfort.  

"You’ll be fine," Yoohyeon whispered, though Minji could sense the uncertainty in her sister’s voice as well.  

The family gathered around the long table, eager to hear the contents of the letter. Mr. Kim finally broke the seal and carefully unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanning the words. His face brightened with pride.  

"It’s from the King," he began, reading aloud. "It states that the knight Lee Siyeon, of the Order of the Maison, has chosen Kim Minji as her bride."  

A murmur of excitement rippled through the room, but Minji’s heart sank further.   

This was it.   

Her fate, sealed with the name of a knight she had never met. She had heard the stories, of course—every girl in the kingdom knew the tales of knights and their dragon-slaying quests. But hearing her own name tied to one made her stomach twist with fear.  

Mr. Kim continued reading, his voice swelling with pride. "The knights are currently on a mission to slay the great dragon in the High Peaks. Once they return victorious, Minji is to attend a royal ball in the capital, where she will meet her knight, Lee Siyeon, for the first time."  

Mrs. Kim clasped her hands together, practically beaming. "A female knight!" she exclaimed. "Lee Siyeon is famous throughout the kingdom. A fierce warrior who has slain countless beasts."  

"That’s rare," Yoohyeon added, her voice low but curious. "I didn’t think there were many female knights."  

Minji nodded slowly, her thoughts swirling. She had heard of Lee Siyeon, of course. It was impossible not to know the name of such a legendary figure. But she had never realized that Siyeon was a woman. The idea of being wed to a knight—especially one as renowned as Siyeon—was daunting enough.   

But a female knight? That was something unexpected.  

As the conversation in the room picked up, with her parents and younger sister discussing Siyeon’s deeds and the honor it would bring to the Kim family, Minji sat in silence. Her thoughts turned inward, her worries deepening.  

She had always feared what her future might hold, dreading the day she would be married off to a stranger. She had heard stories—horrible stories—of young women wed to cruel, indifferent men. Knights, while noble, were often hardened by war, their lives shaped by violence and duty. And now, her own future was tied to someone she had never met.  

A small flicker of hope crept into her mind. Siyeon was still on her quest. There was a chance—however slim—that she might not return. Perhaps the dragon would claim her life, and Minji would be spared this fate.  

It was a terrible thought, one that filled her with guilt the moment it crossed her mind. But she couldn’t help it. The idea of living out her days here, in the comfort of her family, without the looming specter of marriage hanging over her… It was all she could wish for.  

Yoohyeon gave her hand another squeeze, sensing her distress. "It’ll be okay, unnie," she whispered again, though even she didn’t sound entirely convinced.  

Minji forced a smile and nodded, though her heart remained heavy. She would not have to meet Siyeon until after the knights returned from their conquest, and there was still a chance—however small—that she might never have to at all.  

---  

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a fiery glow over the battlefield atop the High Peaks. The ground was littered with the remnants of a brutal fight—broken weapons, the armor of fallen knights, and scorch marks where the dragon’s fiery breath had seared the earth. The air was thick with smoke, mingled with the acrid scent of burnt flesh and blood.  

Siyeon and Dami stood amidst the chaos, their bodies battered and bloodied. Most of their comrades lay slain, victims of the dragon’s wrath. Yet, against all odds, the two knights remained on their feet, their resolve burning brighter than their exhaustion.  

Dami’s breath came in ragged gasps as she wiped blood from her brow, her gaze darting to the massive beast coiling in the distance. Its emerald scales shimmered ominously, and its eyes glinted with predatory intelligence.  

“Siyeon,” Dami said, her voice shaky but urgent. “This dragon is relentless.”  

“I have an idea,” Siyeon interrupted, a spark igniting in her eyes. “Do you still have strength left?”  

Dami blinked in disbelief. “What do you mean? We’re barely standing!”  

Siyeon grinned, a wild excitement surging through her. “I’m going to ride that dragon.”  

“Are you crazy?” Dami exclaimed, incredulity etched across her face. “That thing will throw you off and roast you alive!”  

“Maybe. But there’s only one way to find out how to kill it.” Siyeon’s determination was palpable, her jaw set with fierce resolve. “We have to distract it. Just long enough for me to get on its back.”  

Dami hesitated, the weight of their situation pressing down on her. But seeing the fierce glint in Siyeon’s eyes stirred something within her—a sense of loyalty and camaraderie that refused to falter. “Ugh, fine! Just be careful! I don’t want to end up fighting this thing alone and drag your body back home.”  

Siyeon nodded and steeled herself. “When I say go, you distract it with everything you’ve got.”  

With a shared glance of understanding, the two knights charged toward the dragon, their battle cries echoing through the air. Dami veered to the side, waving her sword and drawing the dragon’s attention, while Siyeon sprinted forward, adrenaline coursing through her veins.  

“Hey! You scaly brute!” Dami shouted, flinging a rock at the dragon, which roared in anger, turning its massive head toward her. “Come and get me!”  

With a swift, determined leap, Siyeon launched herself toward the dragon, aiming for the thick scales of its back. She barely managed to catch a grip on one of its ridges as the dragon twisted violently, momentarily losing its balance.  

The world blurred as Siyeon was momentarily airborne, the wind whipping through her hair. Then she landed firmly, her sword drawn and poised for the kill. With all her strength, she drove the blade into the dragon’s neck, aiming for the spot Dami had marked during their earlier strategy discussions.  

The dragon screeched in agony, thrashing beneath her. Siyeon held on with a fierce grip, channeling every ounce of her strength into the strike.  

Dami watched, breathless, as the dragon’s thrashing grew weaker. With one final roar, the beast spiraled downward, crashing into the forest below. The ground shook with the impact, and a cloud of dust and debris erupted around them.  

Dami rushed to the edge of the clearing, adrenaline surging through her veins. “Siyeon! Please tell me you’re still breathing!” she shouted.  

After a few tense moments, Siyeon emerged from the wreckage, covered in dirt and soot but alive, a wide grin splitting her face. “We did it! We actually did it!” she exclaimed, her laughter ringing through the air.  

Dami grabbed her shoulders, shaking her slightly in disbelief. “You’re insane!”  

“Yeah, but hey, it worked!” Siyeon chuckled, her heart racing with the thrill of victory.  

They sank to the grass, exhaustion washing over them as they lay back, side by side, gazing up at the clear sky. The weight of their ordeal began to lift, replaced by a profound sense of accomplishment.  

“I can’t believe we survived that,” Dami said, a grin spreading across her face as she turned to Siyeon. “You really are crazy, you know that?”  

“Crazy? Or brilliant?” Siyeon replied, still breathless with laughter. “I’d say it’s a fine line.”  

“Whatever you say, Commander,” Dami said, smirking. “But you owe me a drink when we get back.”  

“Deal,” Siyeon said, closing her eyes, content that their quest was finally complete.  

---  

As the gates of the Kingdom of Polaris swung open, a great crowd had gathered to witness the return of the knights. Cheers erupted as the townsfolk and noble families alike welcomed the heroes home, but a somber undertone hung in the air.  

Siyeon and Dami rode in front, their horses carrying the weight of both their victories and the heavy hearts of their fallen comrades. Draped over their mounts were the bodies of their fellow knights, covered with the banners of their Order—a stark reminder of the cost of their triumph.  

The King awaited them at the castle steps, his expression a mix of pride and grief. As they dismounted, he approached, placing a hand on Siyeon’s shoulder. “You have done our kingdom proud,” he said, his voice deep and steady. “But the cost has been great. We honor the sacrifice of your comrades.”  

Dami nodded solemnly, unable to find the words to express her sorrow. Siyeon, too, felt the weight of the moment pressing down upon her. “We fought for them,” Siyeon said quietly. “Their bravery will not be forgotten.”  

The King gestured for the crowd to quiet. “Tonight, we will celebrate your courage, and we shall mourn our losses. A grand banquet awaits you in the hall. But first, you must take your rest. Your wives have been eagerly awaiting your return.”  

Siyeon stiffened at the mention of her wife, her heart racing as she suddenly remembered the decision she had made so carelessly. The laughter and cheer of the crowd faded into the background as the reality of her situation hit her.  

Dami glanced at Siyeon, sensing the tension. “Hey, it’ll be fine,” she said, attempting to reassure her friend. “You can get to know her slowly.”  

“Slowly?” Siyeon echoed, trying to muster a smile. “I picked a wife at random! What if she’s…well, what if she’s awful or...dare I say, ugly?”  

“You’ll never know until you meet her,” Dami replied, placing a hand on Siyeon’s arm. “It could be worse. I’m about to meet Handong, a princess from the House of Han, and I’ve heard they have a completely different culture and language. I’m nervous!”  

Siyeon chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I think I’m more nervous about meeting my wife than I was about fighting that dragon.”  

“See?” Dami said with a grin. “You’re not alone in this. We’ll face it together.”  

They made their way to the private bathing hall, where the scent of lavender and warm water awaited them. Siyeon sank into the tub, letting the warmth envelop her weary body.  

“I just need to clear my head,” Siyeon sighed, closing her eyes. “But what if I don’t like her? What if she doesn’t like me?”  

“Then you’ll both have to figure it out,” Dami replied, scrubbing her arms with fragrant soap. “Besides, you didn’t kill a dragon only to let a marriage ruin your life. Just give it a chance.”  

“Easier said than done,” Siyeon muttered, splashing water playfully at Dami.  

---  

In the lavish confines of the Kim mansion, Minji stood before a tall mirror, surrounded by her servants. Delicate hands twisted and pinned her hair into an elegant updo, adorned with shimmering silver pins that sparkled like stars. The rich fabric of her gown—a deep blue that matched the evening sky—flowed around her, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.  

Yet, despite the beauty surrounding her, Minji felt anything but radiant. Her heart raced, her palms clammy as her mind replayed the events that had led her here. The weight of the letter from the King pressed heavily on her shoulders.  

It had been two years. Each passing day, Minji wished another letter wasn’t sent to her home announcing her presence required at the royal ball – for it meant that the knights returned safely from their quest and Minji was to uphold her duty as a wife.   

But alas, the letter did arrive. And now, Minji must face the reality she’s been trying so hard to run away from.   

Just then, the door creaked open, and Yoohyeon peeked in, her eyes bright but filled with concern. “Unnie, how are you holding up?” she asked, stepping into the room.  

Minji forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m... fine. Just trying to look presentable, I guess.”  

Yoohyeon approached her sister, the soft fabric of her own dress swaying with each step. “You’ve worked so hard for this day,” she reminded her gently, smoothing a stray hair behind Minji’s ear. “All those years of training in sewing, cooking, and gardening… You’ll make someone very happy.”  

Minji’s heart sank at the thought. Happy. That was the goal of her life—to be the perfect partner. Yet, what about her own happiness? Would she ever have a say in her future? The sorrow in her eyes was unmistakable, and Yoohyeon noticed.  

“Unnie,” Yoohyeon said softly, wrapping her arms around Minji from behind. “I’ll miss you.”  

Tears welled in Minji’s eyes as she leaned back into her sister’s embrace. “I’ll miss you too, Yoohyeon. I promise I’ll try to visit, even if it takes me years,” she whispered, her voice trembling.  

Yoohyeon pulled back slightly to look at Minji’s face, brushing away a stray tear with her thumb. “Just don’t forget me, okay? No matter where you go, you’ll always be my unnie.”  

Just then, a servant entered, announcing, “The carriage is ready for you, Lady Minji. Your cousin, Bora, is waiting outside as your chaperone.”  

Minji took a deep breath, the reality of the moment crashing down on her. The weight of leaving home was heavy, but knowing she had Bora’s support eased her slightly.  

“Let’s get you ready, then,” Yoohyeon said, forcing a smile. “You’re going to shine tonight.”  

As they finished the final touches, Minji looked at her reflection, trying to steady her racing heart. She felt a mix of excitement and dread; she was stepping into a world she didn’t know, one where her life would change forever.  

“Are you ready?” Yoohyeon asked, her voice a blend of encouragement and sadness.  

Minji nodded, though the uncertainty loomed over her. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”  

With one last hug from her sister, Minji stepped toward the door, her heart heavy but determined to face whatever awaited her in the Kingdom of Polaris.  

---  

The carriage rattled along the cobblestone streets of the Kingdom of Polaris, the rhythmic clattering of wheels mingling with Minji’s racing thoughts. She sat stiffly, her fingers intertwined in her lap, her heart pounding in her chest.  

Bora, sitting across from her, leaned back with a carefree grin. “Relax, Minji! You’re making this way too serious,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “It’s just a marriage. What’s the worst that can happen?”  

Minji shot her cousin a glare. “Easy for you to say! You don’t have to worry about your future. You’ve been involved in so many scandals that you’ll never find a husband!”  

Bora shrugged, unbothered. “True, but that just means I’m free to do as I please! Remember when I brawled with that drunkard bastard at the inn? That was quite the night!” She laughed, and Minji couldn’t help but roll her eyes.  

“Or the time you stole a horse to ride through the night?” Minji replied, exasperated. “You’ve damaged your reputation beyond repair. And you don’t care!”  

“Exactly! That’s the beauty of it,” Bora said, leaning closer. “But you, my dear Minji, you’ve got the better end of the stick. You’re marrying a knight! And from what I’ve heard, she’s not half bad.”  

Minji’s expression faltered. “What do you mean?”  

Bora leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice. “You’ve heard the rumors about Lee Siyeon, right? The mighty knight who slew the dragon? Everyone says she’s this prideful warrior, but that’s not the whole story.”  

“What do you know?” Minji asked, curiosity piqued despite her nerves.  

“I’ve spoken to a few people,” Bora replied, her tone serious now. “Siyeon is fierce and strong, sure, but she’s not like the other knights. There’s a humility about her, something different. She didn’t do it alone; she lost a lot of friends in that battle. The final kill? Yes, that was her. But I’ve heard she bears the weight of her comrades’ deaths like a true burden.”  

Minji listened intently, the image of the knight shifting in her mind. “So, she’s not what everyone thinks she is?”  

“Exactly! Just give her a chance, you won’t know what awaits,” Bora encouraged, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “And if all else fails, you can always join me in my scandalous adventures!”  

Minji couldn’t help but chuckle at her cousin’s audacity, though a part of her remained anxious. “You really think I’ll be okay?”  

“Of course! You’re resilient, Minji. Just look at everything you’ve prepared for this moment. You’ll handle it like the noblewoman you are. This is the life designed for you.”  

As the carriage rolled through the streets, Minji felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps this marriage wasn’t the end of her dreams but a new beginning. “Okay, I’ll try to relax. But no promises about joining you on your wild escapades!”  

Bora laughed, the sound filling the space with warmth. “Deal! Just remember to let loose every once in a while. Life is too short to worry so much.”  

---  

As the carriage pulled to a halt in front of the grand palace, Minji’s breath caught in her throat. Towering spires reached toward the heavens, and intricate carvings adorned the walls, glistening under the golden sunlight. This was a world far removed from her quiet life in the Kim mansion.  

“Are you ready?” Bora asked, offering her arm with a playful grin.  

Minji nodded, though her heart raced with nervousness. Taking a deep breath, she linked her arm with Bora’s, and together they stepped onto the cobblestone pathway leading into the palace. Guards stood at attention, their armor gleaming, as they passed through the grand entrance, a lavish hall filled with tapestries and light.  

“Just follow my lead,” Bora whispered, her confidence radiating as they approached the throne room.  

As they entered, the King sat regally on his throne, his gaze sharp yet welcoming. The grandeur of the room and the presence of the King made Minji’s heart race. With a deep breath, she and Bora approached him, bowing respectfully.  

“Your Majesty,” they spoke in unison.  

The King smiled, his demeanor softening as he recognized Minji. “Ah, Lady Minji! Welcome. I am delighted you could join us,” he said warmly, though his eyes briefly flickered with annoyance at Bora’s presence. “And you too, Lady Bora,” he added, a hint of formality in his voice.  

Bora grinned unrepentantly, but Minji felt the weight of the King’s scrutiny. She looked down, focusing on the intricate designs of the palace floor, when the King raised a hand, summoning someone from the far corner.  

“Siyeon! Come forward, please.”  

All eyes turned as Lee Siyeon stepped out of the shadows, her presence commanding yet calm. She moved with an air of confidence, her armor glinting softly in the candlelight. As she approached, Minji’s breath hitched.   

This was the knight who had fought dragons, the one chosen to be her partner for life.  

Siyeon halted before them, her expression respectful. She bowed deeply, then lowered herself to one knee. “Greetings Milady, it is an honor to finally meet you.”  

The gesture took Minji by surprise, flustering her. She had imagined this moment so many times, but nothing could prepare her for the reality. “I—um, thank you,” Minji stammered, her cheeks flushing as she smiled shyly. “I am Kim Minji. But please, call me Minji.”   

The King observed their interaction, a soft look in his eyes as he noted the genuine warmth between them. “Why don’t you both go dance at the ball?” he suggested, a hint of approval in his voice.  

Siyeon stood gracefully, offering her hand to Minji. “Shall we?”  

Minji hesitated for a moment, but as she took Siyeon’s hand, a surge of courage washed over her. “Yes, let’s.”  

---  

The ballroom was a swirl of colors and sounds, the air thick with laughter and the melodies of elegant music. As Siyeon led Minji onto the dance floor, a hush fell over the crowd. Minji’s heart raced, not just from the excitement of the moment but from the realization of how utterly different this was from her life back home.  

Siyeon moved gracefully, her armor glinting softly in the candlelight, each step fluid as if she were born to dance. Minji found herself caught up in the rhythm, her worries fading as they twirled together. She had expected a knight to be rough and uninterested in such frivolities, yet here was Siyeon, dancing with a surprising elegance.  

“You’re really good at this,” Minji said, her eyes wide with admiration.  

Siyeon chuckled, a sound rich with warmth. “I actually hate dancing,” she admitted, glancing down at Minji with a playful smirk. “But my master insisted it’s an important skill for a knight.”  

Minji raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? I wouldn’t have guessed. You seem to be enjoying it.”  

“Only because you’re here,” Siyeon replied, her gaze lingering on Minji’s face.   

She studied her features, the way the light caught her hair, the softness of her smile. While Siyeon had encountered many women during her quests, Minji felt different. Unlike the women who approached her with flirtation or ulterior motives, Minji exuded a sense of normalcy, an authentic warmth that drew Siyeon in.  

Minji caught Siyeon looking at her, her cheeks flushing slightly under the knight’s intense gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice.  

“I’m just trying to remember you,” Siyeon confessed, her tone earnest. “You’re not like the others.”  

Minji felt a flutter in her chest at the knight’s words, a combination of confusion and delight. “What do you mean?”  

Siyeon tilted her head, searching for the right words. “You’re... real. You feel genuine, not someone trying to win my heart or impress me.”  

Minji blinked, surprised. “I never thought of it that way. I’m just me. I’m not trying to impress anyone.”  

“That’s what I like about you,” Siyeon said, her voice softening. “I feel like I can actually get to know you.”  

As they danced, the music weaving around them like a spell, Minji felt a strange mix of curiosity and shyness. Siyeon’s words lingered in the air, and she took a breath before replying, “You know, all I really know about you are the rumors.”  

Siyeon raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what do people say about me?”  

Minji hesitated, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Well, most say you’re a prideful knight, someone who takes advantage of people... and that you love money more than women.”  

At this, Siyeon chuckled, the sound warm and rich, echoing in the spacious ballroom. “That’s only half true,” she replied with a playful grin. “I do care about fighting, but the other part? Money is hardly of any interest to me.”  

“Really?” Minji replied, her voice laced with surprise. “Then... what do you care about?”  

Siyeon paused, her expression thoughtful. “I’ve always found purpose in the thrill of battle. It’s exhilarating to fight, to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Love and relationships?” She shook her head, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Those have never been my focus. I prefer to keep things simple.”  

Minji nodded, but a flutter of disappointment coursed through her. “That sounds lonely,” she said softly.  

Siyeon met her gaze, an intensity in her eyes that made Minji’s heart race. “Maybe it is. My knight partner, Dami always complained that I enjoyed thriving in my soliditary life whenever I’m not doing any quests.” Siyeon replied. “But then again, perhaps meeting you might change my mind about that.”  

Minji’s breath caught in her throat, a warmth spreading through her cheeks. “Me?” she stammered, caught off guard by the knight’s boldness.  

“Yes, you,” Siyeon affirmed, her voice steady and sincere.  

---  

As the last notes of the music faded away, Minji and Siyeon bowed to each other, their smiles lingering in the air. “Thank you for the dance,” Siyeon said softly, her eyes sparkling with a warmth that sent Minji’s heart racing.  

“Thank you,” Minji replied, still awash in the magic of the moment.  

Siyeon’s gaze shifted to Dami, who was signaling her from across the room. With a nod, Siyeon excused herself, leaving Minji feeling breathless and slightly dazed.  

“Wow, you two looked amazing together!” Bora exclaimed, sidling up to Minji with a teasing grin. “It’s like a fairy tale come to life! So, what did you talk about? Spill the secrets!”  

Minji blushed, glancing toward Siyeon, who was deep in conversation with Dami, her face serious and focused. “It was just... small talk,” Minji said, trying to deflect Bora’s probing questions.  

Bora leaned closer, clearly not satisfied with the vague response. “Come on, you can’t keep that to yourself! I saw the way she looked at you. What could a knight like her possibly want with you?”  

Minji swallowed hard, her mind racing with thoughts of Siyeon. “I... I don’t know,” she murmured, still entranced by the knight’s presence.  

As the evening continued, Siyeon and Dami soon disappeared from the ball, leaving Minji feeling an unexpected emptiness. Just as she was about to discuss her feelings with Bora, one of the King’s guards approached her, holding a handwritten letter.  

“Lady Minji, a message from Knight Siyeon,” the guard said, bowing slightly.  

With trembling hands, Minji took the letter, her heart pounding in her chest as she opened it.  

Dear Minji,  

I apologize for leaving so suddenly. An urgent quest has arisen, and Dami and I must attend to it immediately. We are to embark on a three-month trip to the Outlands.  

I want you to know how much I enjoyed meeting you tonight. Our dance felt special, and I found myself looking forward to getting to know you better. You are unlike anyone I have encountered in my travels, and I am eager to see what the future holds for us.  

My cousin, Gahyun, will be visiting the Kim’s House in three days. You are to pack all your belongings, as you will be moving into the House of Lee. I hope this arrangement brings you as much joy as it does for me.  

Take care, and I look forward to seeing you again upon my return.  

Yours, Siyeon  

Minji’s heart sank, a mix of shock and confusion swirling within her. Moving into Siyeon’s family home? It felt surreal, like a whirlwind sweeping her off her feet. She glanced at Bora, who was eyeing her with curiosity.  

“Is everything alright?” Bora asked, noticing the change in Minji’s demeanor.  

“Yeah, it’s just...I won’t be seeing Siyeon for the next three months” Minji said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I’m going to be living with her.”   

Bora gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. “What?!”   

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Minji stood at the window, her heart fluttering with anxiety and anticipation. She had spent the morning packing her belongings, every item a reminder of the life she was leaving behind.  

The sound of a carriage rolling up the gravel path broke her from her thoughts. Minji rushed to the front door, her family gathering behind her in curiosity. As the door swung open, a well-groomed carriage came into view, flanked by guards in polished armor.  

A woman stepped down from the carriage, her posture regal and confident.   

“Greetings! I am Lady Gahyun, cousin to Knight Siyeon,” she announced with a bright smile. “I have been sent to escort you to the House of Lee.”  

Minji's eyes widened in surprise. “You brought guards?” she asked, glancing at the men standing watchfully by the carriage.  

Gahyun nodded, her expression serious. “Siyeon wants her wife to be protected at all costs. She sent her best men. We cannot be too careful, especially with how dangerous the roads are with bandits and whatnot.”   

A mix of admiration and apprehension washed over Minji. The realization that Siyeon truly cared for her struck her deeply.  

“Are you ready?” Gahyun asked, her voice gentle, but firm.  

Minji hesitated, glancing back at her family. The thought of leaving them filled her with a profound sadness.  

“Minji,” her father said, his voice steady, “you are starting a new chapter in your life. We are proud of you.”  

Tears welled in Minji’s eyes as she turned to her mother, who was wiping her own tears. “You’ll write to us, won’t you?” her mother implored, her voice trembling.  

“Of course,” Minji promised, her voice thick with emotion.  

Her younger sister, Yoohyeon, stepped forward, her eyes glistening. “Unnie, I’m going to miss you so much,” she said, wrapping her arms tightly around Minji.  

Minji hugged her sister back, the two of them clinging to one another as if afraid to let go. “I’ll write you letters, and we can visit each other. I promise,” Minji whispered, her voice breaking.  

“Just promise me you’ll be happy,” Yoohyeon replied, her tears spilling over as they held each other. “And that you’ll come back to see me.”  

“I will,” Minji insisted, though she knew the road ahead might be long and uncertain.  

With a final tearful embrace, Minji turned to face her parents one last time. She stepped back, trying to compose herself. “I love you all,” she said, her voice filled with determination.  

“We love you too, Minji,” her father replied, his voice steady, though the pain in his eyes was evident.  

With one last look at her family, Minji turned towards Gahyun and the carriage. As she stepped forward, she felt a mix of excitement and fear, but she knew she had to embrace this new journey.  

As they climbed into the carriage, the reality of her departure sank in. This was her destiny; one she could not avoid. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps there was still hope for a life filled with happiness.   

---  

As the carriage rolled into Wolf County, the landscape transformed into a breathtaking sight. Nestled in the embrace of towering mountains, the area was dotted with vibrant green rice paddy fields that stretched as far as the eye could see. Small villages with thatched roofs lay scattered across the land, their simplicity contrasting sharply with the grandeur of the castle that loomed in the distance.  

Minji gazed out of the carriage window, her heart racing with both excitement and trepidation. The guards patrolling the area stood tall and imposing, their sharp eyes surveying the surroundings. As they passed, each guard bowed respectfully, a show of allegiance to the master of this territory.  

The House of Lee stood majestically atop a hill, its stone walls weathered and adorned with ivy. Unlike the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere of the castle in Polaris, Siyeon’s residence felt eerily quiet, almost deserted. The silence hung heavy in the air, and Minji couldn't shake the feeling that this place had long been forgotten.  

Once the carriage came to a stop, Gahyun hopped out swiftly and turned to help Minji down. “Come on, let’s get you settled,” she said, her voice a mixture of impatience and determination.  

Minji stepped out, her feet meeting the cool, solid ground of the castle courtyard. Gahyun’s real personality was already showing as she began to complain, “I don’t understand why Siyeon had to obediently listen to the King and choose a wife by random. Random!” She stressed, “Now I’m stuck with this responsibility of looking after you while she’s away on her duty!”  

Gahyun crossed her arms, frustration evident on her face. “Look, this place isn’t like what you’re used to, okay princess? There are no servants to wait on you hand and foot. Just guards who know how to fight and patrol this area.”  

Minji’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”  

“There are no chefs, no workers,” Gahyun continued, her tone firm. “We hunt and gather our own food here. Everyone works together to make ends meet. This isn’t your castle back there where you’ll be pampered so you need to be ready to pull your own weight.”  

The reality of Gahyun’s words sunk in, leaving Minji momentarily stunned. She had been prepared for a new life, but this was a drastic shift from the life of comfort she had known in the House of Kim.  

Taking a deep breath, Minji straightened her posture. “I understand.” she replied, her voice steady.  

Gahyun’s expression softened slightly, though her impatience lingered. “Good. You’ll need that determination. It’s not going to be easy, but I’ll help you adjust.”  

As they stepped inside the castle, the reality of the new surroundings hit Minji like a cold wave.   

The dimly lit foyer was shrouded in shadows, and the air was thick with dust. Cobwebs hung from the corners of the high ceiling, and abandoned furniture, covered in layers of grime, seemed to sigh under the weight of neglect. Minji couldn't believe that Siyeon, the renowned knight and protector of this land, actually lived in such a desolate place.  

“Siyeon has been away for years,” Gahyun explained, her tone a mixture of frustration and resignation. “It’s hard to maintain a castle when there’s no one here to tend to it.”  

They walked through the castle’s main hall, Gahyun gesturing vaguely as she pointed out the dining area, the training grounds, and other rooms that appeared to have fallen into disrepair. Minji listened intently, trying to absorb every detail while her heart sank at the sight of the disarray.  

After what felt like an eternity, they reached a door at the end of a long corridor. Gahyun paused, her hand resting on the handle. “This is where Siyeon sleeps,” she said, pushing the door open with a creak.  

To Minji's surprise, the room inside was the only part of the castle that seemed to come alive with warmth. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting a golden glow on the wooden floors. The bed was large and adorned with rich, dark fabrics that looked inviting as a wolf crest was displayed above it.   

Unlike the rest of the castle, this space was meticulously organized. A small desk was tucked in one corner, cluttered with maps, books, and a few personal trinkets. The walls were lined with a display of different swords, maces and daggers – very much attuned to Siyeon’s interest in fighting.  

“It’s beautiful,” Minji breathed, stepping further into the room. The contrast between this chamber and the rest of the castle was striking. She could almost feel Siyeon's presence lingering in the air.  

Gahyun leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “It’s the only damn place Siyeon ever took the time to keep in order. Treats it like her own cave, really. Best you keep it nice and tidy while she’s away. It’s technically yours now.”   

Minji nodded, feeling a strange sense of connection to the room. She couldn’t help but imagine Siyeon here, poring over her maps and preparing for her quests. This was a glimpse of the woman who had captured her fate, and it intrigued her.  

“Since you’ll be marrying Siyeon, you’ll essentially be the Lady of the House,” Gahyun added, straightening up and stepping inside. “That means whatever responsibilities are here will be under your guidance while she’s away.”  

With that, Gahyun pulled a hefty book from a shelf near the desk and handed it to Minji. The cover was worn, and the pages were filled with neat, meticulous handwriting. “This is a record of all the estate finances and whatever other things happening in the village,” she explained. “It’s your job to go through it and see what needs to be done.”  

Minji opened the book, her eyes widening as she scanned the pages. “Oh my, there’s so much backlog!” she exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed by the volume of information.  

Gahyun rolled her eyes, her expression exasperated. “And that’s not even the worst of it. Siyeon hasn’t been doing anything with the gold she’s returned from her quests. It’s just sitting there collecting dust.”  

Minji looked up, surprised. “But why?”  

“Who knows? I guess Siyeon is too focused on fighting dragons to think about what to do with it, since she doesn’t care about spending it on alcohol or food or anything. All she likes to do is go out and fight more monsters.”   

Gahyun replied with a sigh. “But now that you’re here, hopefully all this gold will finally have a use. There’s so much work to be done. We can use this gold to mend repairs in the village, settle our ongoing debts or even make this desolate place look alive.”  

Minji closed the book and took a deep breath, feeling slightly overwhelmed but determined to do something. “You’re right. I need some time to figure out what to do.”  

Gahyun nodded, her demeanor shifting to one of encouragement. “I’ll help you as much as I can. It’s not going to be easy, but together, we can make a difference here.”  

Minji smiled at her, appreciating the unexpected ally she had found in Siyeon’s cousin. “Thank you, Gahyun.”   

---  

Alone in the chamber, Minji let out a long, relieved sigh as she stood in front of the mirror. The fancy dress that had been tailored for her was beautiful but suffocating. She slowly unbuttoned the fitted bodice, feeling a wave of freedom wash over her as she peeled off the tight fabric. The heavy accessories—delicate earrings and jeweled hairpins—clattered softly as she placed them on the desk, the sound a stark contrast to the quiet of the room.  

With a flick of her wrist, she let her hair tumble down, the long strands glimmering in the fading light. After a moment of reflection, she tied it into a practical bun, a style she had always found more comfortable. The farmer clothes she found in Siyeon’s cupboard felt foreign yet reassuring against her skin. She slipped off her heels, wiggling her toes in the open air before sliding her feet into a pair of simple sandals. It felt good to be grounded, away from the constraints of nobility.  

Minji approached the desk, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She flipped through the book, her eyes scanning the pages filled with records and accounts. A sense of responsibility settled on her shoulders as she began jotting down notes, organizing the chaotic information into a plan. Ideas started to swirl in her mind, each scribble an act of defiance against the life she had left behind.  

Hours seemed to slip away unnoticed as the sun dipped below the horizon. It wasn’t until a gentle knock on the door startled her from her focus that she realized how late it had gotten.  

“Minji? It’s Gahyun,” came the familiar voice. “May I come in?”  

“Of course!” Minji replied, quickly tucking the book under some papers.  

Gahyun entered with a simple plate, setting it on the desk. The aroma of freshly baked bread mingled with the earthy scent of potatoes and cheese, making Minji’s stomach growl. “I thought you might be hungry,” Gahyun said, looking around the room. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in Minji’s transformation from noblewoman to an ordinary commoner.  

“Wow, you look… different,” Gahyun remarked, a hint of surprise in her tone. “I honestly had my doubts about you, thinking you were just a typical noble princess raised with a silver spoon. But it seems like you’re not that at all.”  

Minji smiled, feeling a warm rush of gratitude. “Thank you, Gahyun. I want to do my best as Siyeon’s wife, and that means adapting to this life.”  

She picked up a piece of bread and took a bite, savoring the rustic flavors. It was simple fare, far removed from the elaborate dishes served at her family’s banquets. Yet, as she chewed, she realized that she didn't mind it at all. In fact, she preferred this new lifestyle. The food was hearty and wholesome, a reminder of the earth from which it came. Each bite felt grounding, filling her with a sense of purpose she had never quite experienced in the opulence of her previous home.  

“It’s so different from what I’m used to,” Minji admitted, glancing up at Gahyun. “But I actually prefer this—being close to the land and being...free.”   

Gahyun nodded, her expression softening. “This is how all of us live in reality and I think you’ll fit in with us just fine. Go get some rest and tommorow, I’ll have you meet everyone in the village. I’m sure they’ll love you as the new Lady of the House.”  

As Gahyun left and Minji continued to work, the evening deepened.   

Finally retiring to bed, Minji sinked into the soft sheets of Siyeon’s bed. The familiar scent of leather and faint traces of lavender enveloped her, a lingering reminder of the knight who had chosen her as a partner. She stared up at the intricately carved ceiling, thoughts swirling in her mind like the stars outside.  

Lying in the bed, she couldn’t help but wonder how lonely Siyeon might have felt sleeping in this very spot. There were echoes of solitude in the air, whispers of a past spent away from the warmth of companionship. Minji turned to the window, gazing out at the silvery moon that hung high in the sky, casting a gentle glow over the castle grounds.  

What was Siyeon doing at that very moment? Was she safe? Did she have enough to eat? The questions flooded her thoughts, each one more urgent than the last.   

Though they had only met once, Minji felt a connection blooming within her, a deepening care for this woman—her wife —who was out there, fighting battles in the name of honor and duty.  

Minji closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the calm of the night to wash over her. She envisioned Siyeon, strong and fierce, battling dragons and facing danger. But she also imagined her softening, the flicker of warmth in her eyes when she spoke to Minji, and it made her heart flutter.  

Determination settled within her. She wanted to do her best, not only to adapt to this new life but to create a home that would welcome Siyeon back. A place filled with warmth and love, where the weight of the world could be eased by the simple act of returning home.  

When Siyeon came back, Minji wanted her to feel cherished, to know that she was loved. She vowed to turn the dusty, abandoned corners of the House of Lee into a sanctuary, a vibrant home filled with laughter, kindness, and the sweet aroma of home-cooked meals. She would make it a place where Siyeon could lay down her sword, even if just for a moment, and find solace in the arms of someone who cared deeply for her.  

---  

Three months had passed since Minji had last seen Siyeon, and the anticipation coursing through her veins was palpable as she stood in the courtyard, her heart racing. The guards announced the return of their master, Knight Lee Siyeon, and Minji’s eyes were fixed on the horizon. She could see the dust rising in the distance, heralding the arrival of the knights and their horses.  

In those months, Minji had poured her heart into transforming the castle. The courtyard, once barren and lifeless, now bloomed with vibrant beds of flowers in a riot of colors. A new stable had been erected, sturdy and welcoming, for the horses that would roam the grounds. Inside, she had taken care to keep the design simple yet elegant; the rooms were adorned with rich velvet drapes that added warmth without overwhelming the senses. Gone were the cobwebs and dust, replaced by a sense of life and care that echoed through the halls.  

Minji’s hard work had not gone unnoticed in the village. She had built strong connections with the villagers, earning their respect and affection. Often, she would join them for dinner, sharing stories and laughter, or lend a hand in the rice paddies, understanding their struggles and triumphs. The villagers spoke of her kindness, of the new hope she brought to the once-neglected estate.  

But as the horses finally approached, Minji’s heart fluttered with a mix of joy and nervousness. She could hardly contain her excitement, envisioning Siyeon dismounting with the same fierce energy that had captivated her before. Yet, when Siyeon finally stepped down from her horse, the sight was far from what Minji had hoped for.  

Siyeon looked exhausted, the weight of the world etched into her features. Her eyes, usually so vibrant, seemed dulled by fatigue, and the proud knight Minji remembered appeared weary and worn. Despite the toll of her journey, Siyeon offered a tired smile as she spotted Minji, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.  

“I’m going to take a bath,” Siyeon said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.  

Minji’s heart sank at the stark contrast between the Siyeon who had set off on her quest and the one who had returned. It hurt to see her like this, drained and distant, but Minji understood that the knight needed space to decompress.  

“Of course,” Minji replied, forcing a smile despite the worry churning inside her. “I’ll have everything ready for you when you’re finished.”  

As Siyeon walked past, Minji couldn’t help but take in the subtle changes in her wife’s demeanor. The strength that had once radiated from her seemed dimmed, and Minji silently vowed to help Siyeon find her way back to herself. She would be there, just as Siyeon had been there for her, ready to embrace the challenges that lay ahead.  

With a heavy heart, Minji turned back to the courtyard, her eyes lingering on the vibrant blooms she had nurtured, hoping that they could bring some light back into Siyeon’s world.  

---  

In the dining hall, a feast was laid out on the long oak table. Minji had set the table meticulously, her heart racing with anticipation. She had hoped Siyeon would notice the effort she had put into transforming the castle, the small touches that spoke of home and warmth.  

As she waited, Minji replayed the last few months in her mind—the flowers blooming in the courtyard, the villagers' laughter during their shared meals, and the camaraderie she had built with them. She envisioned Siyeon walking through the door, perhaps with a smile of recognition or a compliment for the changes that had been made in her absence. But as the heavy wooden doors creaked open, it was clear that her expectations would not be met.  

Siyeon entered the hall, her armor replaced with simple attire—a plain tunic and trousers that hung loosely on her frame. The weight of fatigue clung to her like a shadow, and she looked as though she had aged years in just a few months. Minji’s heart sank further when Siyeon barely acknowledged the spread before her. Instead, she walked directly to the table, grabbed a simple piece of bread, and made her way back toward the door.  

“I’m going to bed,” Siyeon murmured, her voice devoid of the usual strength that Minji had come to admire.  

The sight broke Minji in two. The joyous knight she remembered was replaced by a weary woman, too exhausted to appreciate the warmth that had enveloped the castle. Minji felt a lump in her throat, words poised on the tip of her tongue, but she held back. Siyeon needed space, and Minji understood that this was not the time to press her for thoughts on the changes she had made.  

Instead, she offered a soft, “Okay, I hope you rest well.”  

Siyeon nodded, her eyes barely meeting Minji’s before she slipped out of the hall, leaving Minji alone.  

As the heavy doors swung closed, silence enveloped the dining hall. Minji stared at the feast laid out before her, the rich colors and delicious aromas suddenly feeling hollow. It was hard not to feel the weight of loneliness settle over her like a cloak.  

She had expected their reunion to be filled with warmth and laughter, but instead, she was left with an aching emptiness. Minji sighed, realizing that she would have to embrace this loneliness, at least for now. It was part of their journey; one she was willing to navigate if it meant supporting Siyeon in her healing.  

As the flickering candlelight cast long shadows around the room, Minji forced herself to take a bite of the food. She was determined to make this place a home for Siyeon, no matter how long it took. With every bite, she resolved to be patient, to wait for Siyeon to find her way back to the vibrant knight she once knew.  

---  

Minji made her way to the bedroom chamber, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Each footfall echoed in her mind, amplifying her nervousness as she recalled the lessons that had been subtly imparted to her. One of the duties of a wife, she had learned, was to satisfy her partner's intimate needs.   

The thought sent a flutter of anxiety through her; perhaps this was the key to making Siyeon happy again, to help her feel something other than exhaustion.  

Minji's cheeks flushed at the thought. She had never kissed anyone before, let alone engaged in any intimate act. This would be her first time, and yet the uncertainty weighed heavily on her. Did Siyeon even want this? Did she crave closeness after being away for so long, or was she too worn out to care?  

Taking a deep breath, Minji quietly pushed open the door to the chamber. The sight before her tugged at her heart: Siyeon lay sleeping soundly, her features softened in slumber. For a moment, Minji just stood there, taking in the quiet strength of the woman who had fought countless battles. It felt odd, yet comforting to think that she would now share this space, this bed, with Siyeon after three long months of solitude.  

With a tentative heart, Minji climbed into the bed, her movements careful so as not to disturb Siyeon. The sheets were cool against her skin, but the warmth radiating from Siyeon brought a sense of solace. Minji knew that whatever happened in this bed was her duty as a wife. She wasn’t taught about the importance of consent—after all, her family had only focused on her role as a partner in marriage.   

To her, it felt as though Siyeon was allowed to touch her whenever she wanted.  

Minji lay there, anxiety coiling in her stomach as she waited for some sign, some movement from Siyeon that would guide her. She felt a rush of warmth every time she dared to glance at Siyeon’s peaceful face, wishing for the moment to grow more intimate, to bridge the distance that had formed during their separation.   

But as the minutes ticked by, nothing happened. Siyeon remained still, her breathing even and serene.  

And maybe that was for the better.   

Minji’s heartbeat rapidly in her chest, torn between desire and uncertainty. She thought of all the ways to make Siyeon feel loved and cherished, yet in the stillness of the night, she realized that patience might be the greatest gift she could offer. Perhaps Siyeon just needed time to adjust, to feel safe and secure in this space they were now sharing.  

As she settled in beside Siyeon, Minji closed her eyes, allowing the rhythm of Siyeon’s breathing to calm her. In the quiet of the night, she embraced the warmth beside her, hoping that tomorrow would bring clarity to both their hearts.  

---  

Siyeon woke to the soft light filtering through the curtains, her eyes blinking open to the quiet warmth of the room. It took her a moment to realize she wasn’t alone in bed. She turned slightly, noticing Minji sleeping beside her, her delicate features calm and peaceful in the morning light. It was a strange but not unpleasant sensation for Siyeon—waking up to someone else beside her, after years of solitude.  

She carefully slid out of bed, trying not to disturb Minji, and began to notice the changes around her. Her gaze fell on the desk, where the book of accounts lay open. Siyeon crossed the room and flipped through its pages, seeing how meticulously everything had been organized. The debts were paid, repairs had been made, and the once-abandoned estate now had clear plans for growth and stability. It wasn’t just the accounts, though; Minji had transformed the entire place.   

As Siyeon walked through the corridors and out into the courtyard, she could see the differences everywhere—clean, decorated halls, flower beds blooming in the yard, a stable for the horses.  

She crouched down beside a bed of daisies, tracing the soft petals between her fingers. It was beautiful—peaceful—and in that moment, Siyeon felt a pang of something deeper than just gratitude. She was touched by Minji’s hard work, by how much she had done, but that feeling quickly morphed into guilt.  

Minji didn’t need to do any of this.  

Siyeon had picked her as a wife out of obligation to the King. It was never supposed to mean anything. She’d assumed Minji would just stay out of the way, that they’d live their lives separately despite the title. But instead, Minji had thrown herself into this role, changing the very home Siyeon had thought of as her own isolated retreat.   

She realized with a sinking heart that, in taking Minji as her wife, she had stolen her away from the only life she had ever known.  

As she knelt by the flowers, Siyeon heard soft footsteps behind her. She turned to see Minji, standing with a gentle smile. "It's pretty, isn't it?" Minji asked, her voice soft, as she looked at the garden with pride.  

Siyeon managed a small smile, the warmth of Minji’s efforts sinking into her. “You’ve done all of this… It’s incredible,” Siyeon said, her voice quiet but sincere. “Thank you.”   

Minji blushed, clearly happy to finally have her hard work acknowledged, but before Siyeon could let her feel too proud, the weight of guilt tightened around her again. She stood up, brushing off her hands, and faced Minji with a more serious expression.  

“But… you didn’t have to do all of this. I didn’t ask you to.”  

Minji’s face fell, confusion flickering in her eyes. “I know, but I thought—”  

Siyeon stared down at the daisies, the air between her and Minji was thick with unspoken emotions. She admired the beauty of the flowers, but her thoughts were elsewhere—on the woman behind her. She could sense Minji's gaze, her presence heavy with expectation, and it made Siyeon’s chest tighten with guilt.  

Minji, her voice soft but laced with uncertainty, broke the silence. "I thought it would make you happy. That it would make me a good wife."  

Siyeon glanced back at her, eyes widening slightly. She hadn’t expected Minji to feel such pressure, but as soon as the words left Minji's lips, Siyeon felt the guilt returning tenfold.   

"Minji, I never asked you to do any of this."  

Minji looked down, hands wringing nervously in front of her. "I know, but isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? As your wife? To provide you a better home, to care for you, to serve you… to give you what you need?"  

The way she said it— serve you —made Siyeon flinch. She stepped closer, trying to control the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "You don’t need to serve me. That’s not why you’re here."  

Minji’s brow furrowed in confusion. "Then what am I here for? What do you want from me, Siyeon?"  

Siyeon stared at her, trying to put her jumbled thoughts into words. "I didn’t want a wife to begin with. The King… he forced it on all the knights. I just—" she paused, running a hand through her hair, "I just picked you at random. I honestly didn’t care."  

Minji blinked, the weight of Siyeon’s admission hitting her hard. “So… that’s all this is? You just picked me because you had to?”  

Siyeon didn’t know how to explain it better. She could see the hurt in Minji’s eyes, but the knight’s frustration only grew. “Meeting you at the ball three months ago was out of politeness. I had to put it up for a show. The King was watching us. And really...I don’t know Minji. But I don’t want to hurt you, nor anyone involved. I just thought this could all be done with and I’d get along with my life.”  

Minji’s voice wavered as she asked quietly, “Then… why am I even here? What do you expect me to do?”  

Siyeon’s mind raced, trying to find the right words, but Minji's confusion deepened. Her thoughts, shaped by a lifetime of expectations, began to twist into something more troubling. She stepped forward hesitantly, her voice growing more desperate as she spoke.   

"Do you want my body?"  

The question hung in the air like a knife.  

Siyeon froze, her breath catching in her throat.  

“No!” She snapped with a roar, as Minji flinched – the force of Siyeon’s anger catching her off guard.   

Siyeon’s hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white as she fought to keep control. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Her voice shook with emotion as she said, "Don't ever think that way again."  

Minji stared at her, wide-eyed, as Siyeon’s words hung heavy in the air. Her confusion only deepened. "But… isn’t that what a wife is supposed to do? To—"  

"No," Siyeon interrupted, her tone softer but still firm. "You’re not an object. You’re not here to give me your body just because you’re my wife.”  

Minji's lips trembled, tears threatening to spill as she tried to understand. "But I thought… if that’s what you wanted… if that would make you happy…"  

Siyeon shook her head, anger replaced by a deep sadness. She felt a pang of guilt as she realized how much pressure Minji must have felt.   

"Minji, your body is yours. It’s precious. I would never touch you unless you wanted me to. Unless you felt completely comfortable. You don’t owe me anything."  

Minji was silent for a moment, the weight of Siyeon’s words slowly sinking in. She had been raised her entire life to believe that being married meant surrendering her own desires, her own identity, for the sake of her partner.   

And now, here was Siyeon, telling her the opposite.  

"I don’t understand," Minji whispered, her voice shaking. "If you don’t want me to… then what do you want from me?"  

Siyeon rubbed her face, trying to ease the tension building in her chest. She didn’t know how to explain it all. She didn’t even know what she truly wanted from this relationship herself. But one thing she knew for sure was that she couldn’t bear to see Minji think of herself as nothing more than a duty or an object.  

"I want you to be you, " Siyeon said finally, her voice gentle but filled with conviction. "You have the freedom to live however you want. Whether that’s here or back with your family. I don’t want you to feel trapped here, Minji. I want you to be happy and I don’t know if I can give you the happiness you want."  

Minji's eyes filled with tears as her confusion and insecurity twisted within her. "But I can’t go back. If I leave, it would mean I failed my family. That I’m nothing."  

Siyeon’s heart ached at the sight of Minji’s tears, at the reality of the world they lived in.   

Minji was trapped—trapped by expectations, by a system that didn’t care about what she wanted. And in that moment, Siyeon realized just how unfair it all was.  

"You’re not nothing," Siyeon reached out but stopped herself, unsure if she should touch Minji, not wanting to overstep her boundaries. "You’re strong. You’re capable. Look at everything you’ve done here. You’ve done more than I ever expected, more than I deserved."  

But the weight of everything they had said still hung in the air. Siyeon could feel the tension building inside her, the frustration, the guilt, the anger at a world that had placed them both in this situation.  

"I…" Siyeon struggled for words, her emotions overwhelming her. "I need some time to think. I’m going for a ride. I just… I need some space."  

Minji’s tear-filled eyes met Siyeon’s, and for a moment, it felt like there was so much more to say. But Siyeon couldn’t handle it right now. She turned and walked away, hopping onto her horse as she galloped into the distance. Minji stood there, heart heavy with the weight of everything that had just unfolded.   

She too, needed space to reflect everything through.  

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Siyeon rode deep into the woods, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. The familiar rhythm of Shadow's hooves pounding against the earth had always calmed her, but today, even her favorite hunting grounds couldn’t quiet the storm within.   

She wasn’t here to hunt. Not today. Today was different. She needed to think.  

When she arrived at her usual clearing, Siyeon dismounted and tied Shadow to a nearby tree. The horse, sensing her unease, snorted softly before lowering its head to graze. Siyeon, on the other hand, collapsed onto the grass, staring up at the clear blue sky. The air was crisp, the soft rustle of the leaves in the breeze usually brought her comfort—but today, it only reminded her of how tangled her life had become since her return.  

She closed her eyes, letting herself be enveloped by the sounds of nature. It was peaceful here. No expectations. No duty weighing on her shoulders. For a moment, she could pretend she was alone again—just as she had been before all of this, before marriage, before Minji.  

The thought of Minji stirred something in her, but Siyeon pushed it away. She hadn’t asked for this life. She hadn’t asked for a wife.  

She deserves better than this… better than me.  

Siyeon’s fingers absentmindedly grazed the grass, her mind wandering in circles. But then, a sudden sound broke through her thoughts. Footsteps. They were soft but steady, coming closer.  

Siyeon’s body tensed instantly, her instincts kicking in. She reached for the hidden dagger she always kept at her side, rising quietly and preparing to confront the stranger. But before she could move further, a familiar voice cut through the stillness.  

“Whoa, easy there.” Gahyun emerged from behind the trees, hands raised in mock surrender. “It’s just me.”  

Siyeon exhaled sharply, dropping her stance but not quite relaxing. She shot her cousin with an exasperated look. “Don’t creep up on me like that, geez.”  

Gahyun smirked as she sauntered closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re the one hiding out in the woods like some brooding hermit.”  

Siyeon huffed, shaking her head as she tucked the dagger back into its sheath. “I’m not hiding.”  

Gahyun plopped herself down on the grass beside Siyeon, stretching out her legs. “Sure, you’re not. But I thought you’d be spending time with your wife?”  

Siyeon frowned, her mind once again returning to Minji. She sighed heavily, her eyes drifting to the sky as she responded, “It wasn’t my decision to marry Minji. I didn’t want this… any of it.”  

Gahyun’s brow arched in amusement, but her tone remained casual as she said, “You’re stupid.”  

Siyeon shot her a sharp look, but Gahyun didn’t flinch. “I didn’t pick Minji because I wanted to. The King forced this marriage on all of us knights. I barely knew her. I just… I just needed to get it done.” Siyeon’s voice grew quieter, guilt lacing her words.  

Gahyun, surprisingly, didn’t respond with another joke or jab. Instead, she leaned back, resting on her elbows as she gazed at her cousin. “Siyeon, you’re missing the bigger picture here.”  

Siyeon furrowed her brow, still defensive. “What do you mean?”  

Gahyun shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips as she began to explain. “Since you left for that quest, things have been changing back at the village. Minji… she’s not like the other noblewomen. I don’t think you’ve even noticed.”  

Siyeon blinked in surprise. “Huh?”  

“Minji’s been going out to meet the villagers. She’s been helping them—really helping them. I’ve seen her sharing meals with them, talking to them, treating them like equals. She’s different.” Gahyun's voice softened with a hint of admiration. “She’s made the place… livelier.”  

Siyeon sat up straighter, her interest piqued despite herself. “She has?”  

Gahyun nodded, a knowing look in her eyes. “She has. People like her, Siyeon. She’s genuine. And for a noblewoman, that’s saying a lot.”  

Siyeon was silent for a moment, processing this new information. It was hard to imagine the quiet, nervous Minji she had left behind becoming so involved with the villagers. She had always assumed Minji would keep to herself, remain distant like so many other noblewomen and remained blinded to her duty of serving as a wife.  

Gahyun continued, her tone more serious now. “Look, I know this whole marriage thing wasn’t your choice. But Minji… she’s not a burden. She’s not some helpless girl you dragged away from her family. She’s more than that.”  

Siyeon’s jaw tightened as guilt gnawed at her. “But I did take her away from her family. I stole her life from her.”  

“Did you, though?” Gahyun asked, raising an eyebrow. “Or are you just too wrapped up in your own guilt to see what’s in front of you?”  

Siyeon didn’t answer. She stared down at her hands, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Everything Gahyun said made sense, but it didn’t change the fact that she had never wanted this. She had never wanted to take Minji away from her home, to make her a wife just because the King demanded it.  

Gahyun sighed and shook her head. “Look, I’m not saying you have to fall in love with her right now or anything. But you could at least try to see her as more than just… your wife on paper. Give her a chance. See her as a companion, a person you can actually talk to. You don’t have to treat her like she’s some baggage you’re forced to deal with. You might find that she’s someone worth knowing.”  

Siyeon hesitated, her mind still conflicted. She had been so caught up in her own guilt and frustration that she hadn’t even considered what Minji might be feeling—or who she really was. All she had seen so far was a woman trying desperately to fulfill her role as a wife, even if it wasn’t what either of them wanted.  

Gahyun stood up, brushing off her clothes. “Think about it, Siyeon. And please don’t do more stupid things.”  

Siyeon watched her cousin walk away, her mind still reeling from the conversation. The sound of Shadow grazing nearby brought her back to the present, but Gahyun’s words echoed in her mind.  

With a sigh, Siyeon lay back down on the grass, staring up at the sky once more. The wind rustled through the trees, and for the first time in a while, Siyeon allowed herself to think more about someone else, rather than her own sake.   

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Siyeon made her way back to the village, the cool air of the forest still clinging to her skin as she rode through the narrow streets. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the town. As she neared the riverbank, she noticed a gathering of women near the water’s edge. Her gaze sharpened when she spotted Minji among them.  

Minji was crouched by the river, sleeves rolled up as she washed clothes with the villagers. Her laughter rang out, soft yet vibrant, mixing with the chatter of the women around her. Siyeon stopped her horse at a distance, staying out of sight. She watched silently, her eyes drawn to Minji’s bright smile.  

It was the first time she had truly seen Minji like this, unguarded and carefree. Her laughter was contagious, her smile radiant—almost like a sunflower, Siyeon mused, blooming brightly under the sun. It was an image that struck Siyeon deeply, more than she cared to admit. Minji had one of the most beautiful smiles she had ever seen. In that moment, it was as if the heavy weight on Siyeon’s chest lifted, if only slightly.  

Maybe Gahyun was right…  

She stayed a while longer, just watching. The way Minji interacted with the villagers, laughing and sharing stories, reminded Siyeon of what Gahyun had said earlier. Minji wasn’t just her wife on paper—she was becoming part of the community, bringing life and warmth to places Siyeon had barely noticed before.  

But Siyeon didn’t make her presence known. She wasn’t ready for that yet. Instead, she gently nudged Shadow away from the village, heading back to her castle. As she entered, the sight of the changes Minji had made greeted her at every turn.  

The once cold and stark castle now had touches of warmth—soft tapestries hung on the walls, delicate arrangements of flowers adorned the tables, and the scent of freshly baked bread lingered in the halls. Siyeon’s steps were slow and measured as she took it all in. The place felt different now.   

More like a home. A home with a personality, and one that clearly reflected Minji’s touch.  

By the time she reached her bedchambers, Siyeon was deep in thought. She sat at the desk and opened a thick ledger—a book she hadn’t touched in months. It was filled with notes, accounts, and the many tedious details of running the estate. As she flipped through the pages, her fingers brushing over Minji’s meticulous handwriting, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration.  

Minji had done all this without complaint. Not only had she maintained the castle, but she had also made it flourish.  

Siyeon sighed, closing the book with a quiet thud. She leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting to the bed at the far end of the room.   

A bed that no longer felt like hers alone.  

The truth was, she didn’t know how to handle any of this. Minji was… capable. More than capable. And Siyeon wasn’t sure how to navigate these new feelings—the guilt, the admiration, the confusion. She wasn’t used to sharing her life, her space, with anyone.  

A thought occurred to her then, something that might give Minji more of a role here. More than just her wife on paper. Siyeon leaned forward again, tapping her fingers against the wooden desk.   

If Minji was already doing so much for the estate, why not give her more responsibility?  

Perhaps if Minji had a true purpose here, something concrete to focus on, it would ease the awkwardness between them. Siyeon decided she would give Minji full control over the castle’s accounts, finances, and day-to-day management. After all, Minji was far better suited to it than she was.  

This could be her purpose, Siyeon thought. Something that could make her feel less like she was trapped in this life.  

But as she mulled over this decision, another thought surfaced—one she couldn’t quite shake. Siyeon wasn’t ready to share everything with Minji, especially with the idea of sharing a bed together. The tension between them was still too thick, too unresolved. Perhaps it would be better if they slept separately.   

For now, at least.  

With that decision made, Siyeon rose from her chair and stood by the window, watching the fading light of the day. She hoped this arrangement would be enough—for both of them. But deep down, she wasn’t sure if it would.  

---  

Dinner that evening was quiet.   

Siyeon entered first, feeling the familiar heaviness in her chest. She hadn’t spoken to Minji since their conversation earlier, and though she had spent the entire day thinking things through, she knew that there was still tension lingering between them.  

When Minji finally arrived, she chose a seat at the far end of the long table, her posture stiff, her eyes downcast. Siyeon watched her silently for a moment before clearing her throat.  

“Minji,” Siyeon called softly, her voice carrying across the room. “Come sit here. Next to me.”  

Minji looked up, surprised, her eyes wide with a mix of uncertainty and hope. She hesitated for just a moment before nodding, rising from her seat and walking over to where Siyeon sat. Her movements were tentative, almost shy, but when she sat down beside Siyeon, there was a glimmer of something brighter in her expression.  

They ate in silence for a while, the only sounds being the clinking of utensils and the occasional crackling of the fire. Siyeon could feel the weight of the morning’s conversation hanging between them. She had spent the whole day trying to process it, and now, sitting here beside Minji, she knew she had to address it.  

“I’ve been thinking,” Siyeon said, breaking the silence. She glanced at Minji, who paused mid-bite, her gaze attentive. “About this morning. About… everything.”  

Minji said nothing, but her expression softened, and she set down her fork, waiting for Siyeon to continue.  

“I just… I wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I spoke earlier,” Siyeon continued, her tone sincere. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like… like you don’t belong here. You are technically my wife, but I still want you to have freedom. To live how you want.”  

Minji’s eyes flickered with emotion, but she remained silent, listening intently.  

Siyeon took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair, gathering her thoughts. “I’ve noticed how much you’ve done for this place. The changes you’ve made, the way you’ve handled everything. You’ve done an incredible job. Much better than I could have.” She hesitated, searching for the right words. “So… I was thinking. What if I gave you full responsibility over managing the estate? The accounts, the day-to-day operations… everything.”  

Minji blinked, taken aback by the offer. “You want me to… run the estate?”  

Siyeon nodded. “Yes. You clearly have a talent for it, and I trust you. Plus, I know that I’ll have to be away often. There will be more quests, more times when the King will call for me to fight. The estate will need someone capable to manage it while I’m gone.”  

Minji’s lips curved into a small smile, and she nodded slowly. “I wouldn’t mind that at all. If anything, I’d be happy to take on that responsibility.”  

Relief washed over Siyeon at Minji’s response, and she allowed herself a small smile in return. “Good,” she said softly. “I’m glad. I think this will give you a purpose here, something meaningful to work with.”  

The two fell silent again for a moment, the atmosphere between them slightly more comfortable now. But there was still one more thing Siyeon needed to say.  

“There’s one more thing I wanted to talk about,” Siyeon said, her voice quieter now. She glanced sideways at Minji, who looked at her with curiosity. “I’ve been thinking… about the sleeping arrangements.”  

Minji’s brow furrowed slightly, her eyes questioning.  

“The castle is big,” Siyeon continued, “and there’s an empty room right across from mine. It’s yours, if you want it. You can make it your own, do whatever you want with it. I won’t… care.”  

There was a beat of silence as Minji processed this, her face falling ever so slightly. Siyeon noticed the way her expression flickered, the way her smile faded into something more unreadable. Minji wasn’t upset exactly, but there was a quiet sadness that crept into her eyes.  

“So, you want us to sleep separately?” Minji asked, her voice soft.  

Siyeon nodded slowly. “I think it would be for the best. For now, at least. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, and I don’t think either of us is ready for… more.” She cleared her throat, “This way, you can have your own space. And… I can have mine.”  

Minji’s heart ached at the thought, but she forced herself to nod, trying to mask her disappointment. She had known from the beginning that this wasn’t going to be a conventional marriage, but hearing the words from Siyeon herself still stung.   

“I understand,” Minji said quietly, lowering her gaze. “If that’s what you want.”  

Siyeon frowned slightly, sensing the shift in Minji’s mood. “It’s not about what I want,” she said softly. “I just… I think this is what’s best for both of us right now. I don’t want you to feel trapped here. I don’t want you to think that just because we’re married, you’re obligated to… be anything other than yourself.”  

Minji pressed her lips together, nodding once again. “I know. But…” She paused, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “I can’t go back home. If I did, it would mean that I failed in my duty. That I couldn’t be a good wife. And that would bring shame to my family.”  

Siyeon’s eyes widened, realizing the depth of Minji’s struggle. She had been so focused on her own feelings of guilt and responsibility that she hadn’t fully understood what this meant for Minji.  

“You’re not failing,” Siyeon said firmly, her voice full of conviction. “And this isn’t about being a good wife or bringing honor to anyone. You’re more than just… a role to play. You deserve to be free, to choose for yourself.”  

Minji’s gaze met Siyeon’s. As a beat of silence hung over them, Siyeon broke away and sighed. She ran a hand through her hair as she stood from the table, “I’m going to check on the horses,” she said, her voice a little too brisk. “I’ll be back later. Don’t wait for me. Just...do whatever you want, Minji.”  

Minji watched as Siyeon left, her heart heavy. She had agreed to the terms Siyeon had set out, but deep down, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was really the beginning of something meaningful—or just another reminder of the distance between them.  

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The sun rose over the castle each day, casting its warm light over the village below. The air was crisp and fresh, filled with the hum of daily life, yet within the walls of the castle, the atmosphere was vastly different. Minji and Siyeon had settled into a routine—one that revolved around distance, silence, and their respective duties.  

Minji’s mornings started early. With the logbook tucked securely under her arm, she left the castle, heading into the village just as the sun touched the roofs of the houses. She greeted the villagers with a polite nod, her presence always welcomed with smiles and warm words.  

The villagers adored her; in the short time she had been managing the estate, she had done more for the village than anyone could remember. She listened carefully to their concerns, noting down anything that needed fixing—whether it was a broken fence, a leaky roof, or a lack of supplies. She kept track of the finances meticulously, ensuring that money was allocated for the most pressing matters first.  

During the afternoons, Minji would sit with the women by the river, helping them wash clothes, chatting about the day’s events. Though her noble upbringing never prepared her for this kind of work, she found solace in the simplicity of it. The laughter of the women, the sound of water rushing by, and the smell of fresh air—it was all strangely calming.  

Siyeon, on the other hand, slept in until the late morning, not needing to rise early as Minji did. Her duties, though fewer, were no less demanding. Once she finally woke, she would take her horse, Shadow, for a ride into the nearby woods—her favorite hunting grounds.  

The forest was where Siyeon felt most at home, far from the pressures of the estate, the responsibilities of marriage, or the weight of the world. It was where she could clear her mind, focus on the simplicity of the hunt. She would bring back fresh game—rabbits, deer, or pheasants—and drop them off with the villagers. Though she didn’t interact much with the people, they knew her as the quiet, capable knight who provided for them.  

After the hunt, Siyeon would retreat to the barracks, where she trained alone. Her focus was unyielding as she practiced her swordsmanship, muscles aching with the effort but pushing herself harder each day. Training was her escape, her way of blocking out everything else. There was no room in her life for distractions—not from her title, not from the estate, and certainly not from the wife she barely knew.  

By evening, dinner was the only time Minji and Siyeon would sit together. Though the meals were often quiet and quick, Minji would update Siyeon on the day’s events—the repairs that had been made, the supplies that needed to be ordered, the money spent.  

“I’ve made arrangements to repair the roof on the eastern barn,” Minji would say, her voice steady, though she always tried to gauge Siyeon’s reaction. “The funds are being used efficiently, and the repairs should be done by next week.”  

Siyeon would nod, sometimes murmuring a soft “Good,” but that was all.   

She rarely offered more than a few words of acknowledgment before moving on to sign whatever papers Minji placed in front of her. She never asked questions or gave much input, only signing the necessary papers as if they were a formality. It was clear that managing the estate wasn’t something Siyeon cared about, and Minji had grown accustomed to the silence between them.  

What Minji didn’t know—what she could never have guessed—was that Siyeon was always watching her.  

When she returned from her hunts, covered in the scent of the forest and blood from the game, Siyeon often stopped at the edge of the village, her presence hidden by the thick trees. From her vantage point, she would watch as Minji interacted with the villagers, her warm smile lighting up her face as she worked tirelessly to help those in need.  

Minji’s smile was what struck Siyeon the most. It was beautiful, radiant even—like a sunflower standing tall in a field of green. Siyeon had never noticed before, but now, every time she saw that smile, it stirred something unfamiliar in her chest.  

But she never revealed herself. She never let Minji know that she was watching. It was easier this way, keeping their distance. She didn’t want to disrupt the delicate balance they had found, didn’t want to bring her own confusion or guilt into the equation.  

And so, Siyeon would turn away, heading back to the castle without a word, carrying the weight of her silent observations with her.  

A month passed like this—each day following the same rhythm, the same quiet distance between them. Siyeon spent her time in the forest or the barracks, while Minji kept the estate running smoothly, earning the admiration of the villagers. They only spoke at dinner, exchanging information about the estate like business partners rather than a married couple.  

“Do you miss your family?”  

Minji’s fork paused mid-motion. She blinked, caught off guard by the question. It wasn’t like Siyeon to ask personal questions, especially about her family. Clearing her throat, Minji glanced down at her plate before answering.  

“I... I write to them often,” Minji said quietly. “Especially to my mother. She worries about me. The House of Lee is so far from where I grew up, and she always asks about my wellbeing, about... us.”  

Siyeon hummed softly, nodding in understanding. “And... would you like to visit them again someday?”  

The question seemed innocent enough, but the way Siyeon’s voice held a genuine curiosity made Minji feel something stir in her chest. She lifted her gaze to meet Siyeon’s, surprised by the offer. It wasn’t what she had expected, not after everything that had transpired between them.  

“I—” Minji hesitated. The thought of returning home brought her both comfort and unease. If she were to visit her family, Siyeon would have to accompany her, and the mere thought of pretending to be the perfect, loving wife felt daunting.  

Minji bit her lip. “If I were to visit them, you’d have to come with me,” she said carefully, “and... we would have to act like we’re in love. To show them that we’re... happily married.”  

Siyeon’s expression shifted, her usual aloofness replaced by something more serious. Her sharp eyes fixed on Minji, and for a brief moment, there was a pause as the tension thickened between them. Siyeon’s voice was low, calm, but there was a firmness in it as she spoke.  

“Minji,” she said, leaning forward slightly. “You don’t need to put on an act for anyone. You don’t need to pretend for my sake, or for your family’s. What I want to know is... what you want.” Her voice softened, and for the first time in a long while, there was genuine care behind her words. “If you want to visit your family, then I’ll help you. But I need you to be honest with me. Don’t hold back. Don’t think about what you think I want. Just... be selfish. For once.”  

Minji’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected Siyeon to be so direct, nor had she expected the raw sincerity in her words. Siyeon, for all her stoic walls, was offering her a chance—offering her the space to choose for herself.  

Minji’s fingers fidgeted with the edge of her napkin, and her heart beat faster in her chest. She had spent so long trying to navigate this strange marriage, doing her best to uphold the responsibilities thrust upon her. She never once thought to voice her own desires.  

She glanced at Siyeon, meeting her gaze. There was a softness in the knight’s usually hard expression, a look that almost seemed... hopeful.  

“I...” Minji began slowly, her voice wavering with uncertainty. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to ask for anything, but this was a chance—a rare chance Siyeon had given her.  

Taking a deep breath, she finally said, “I want to visit them. I want to see my family again.”  

Siyeon’s eyes didn’t leave hers, and after a long moment, she nodded. “Alright. Then we’ll make it happen.”  

Minji’s heart stilled. She hadn’t expected it to be this simple. She hadn’t expected Siyeon to agree so easily, or to support her desire to visit her family.   

Siyeon leaned back in her chair, her expression softening once more as she added, “I’ll help you in whatever way I can, Minji. I just want you to be happy.”  

The words were spoken so quietly, so earnestly, that Minji couldn’t help but feel the warmth of them. For the first time in a long time, it felt as if they weren’t just two people sharing a space out of obligation, but two individuals sharing something deeper, even if only for a moment.  

Minji nodded, offering a small smile, though the weight of their earlier distance still lingered. “Thank you, Siyeon.”  

Siyeon merely gave her a nod in return, and the two of them continued their meal in silence, but the air between them felt different now.  

Chapter Text

The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels filled the quiet as it rolled down the familiar road toward the House of Kim. Inside the carriage, Minji sat across from Siyeon, her hands fidgeting in her lap as they neared her family home. Siyeon sat opposite her, composed and unreadable, her usual aura of stoicism firmly in place. Neither had spoken much since the journey began, each lost in their own thoughts.  

There were no guards accompanying them on this trip. It was just the two of them, embarking on this strange, shared lie.  

Minji’s heart raced when the gates of her family’s estate came into view. The grand mansion stood tall, surrounded by the blooming gardens she had known since childhood. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Kim, were already standing at the entrance, beaming with excitement. Next to them, Yoohyeon stood with a bright smile, barely able to contain herself.  

As soon as the carriage stopped and the door opened, Yoohyeon rushed forward, engulfing Minji in a tight embrace. Minji let out a breathy laugh, her arms wrapping around her younger sister.  

“Unnie! I missed you so much!” Yoohyeon’s voice was muffled against her shoulder, but the emotion was clear.  

“I missed you too, Yoohyeon,” Minji replied softly, her voice cracking just a little as she held her sister tighter.  

Siyeon, maintaining her knightly composure, stepped down from the carriage. She offered a warm smile—one practiced but convincing—as she approached Minji’s family. Bowing slightly, she greeted them with the utmost politeness.  

“It’s an honor to finally meet my parent-in-laws and sister-in-law in person,” Siyeon said, her voice light but carrying a sense of warmth. “Minji speaks of you all often.”  

Mrs. Kim, already charmed by the knight’s demeanor, clasped her hands together. “We’re so happy to have you here, Siyeon. Minji is our treasure, and we’ve been waiting eagerly to see how she’s been adjusting.”  

With a practiced ease, Siyeon reached for Minji’s hand, their fingers interlocking smoothly. Minji’s heart skipped a beat at the touch, not from affection but from the weight of keeping up appearances. Together, they walked toward the mansion, the perfect image of a happy couple.  

As they entered the grand hall of the mansion, Siyeon’s eyes scanned her surroundings. The walls were adorned with paintings, most of which were portraits of what she assumed were Minji’s ancestors—noble men and women, dressed in their finest, looking regal and proud. Siyeon’s gaze softened slightly when she noticed the abundance of flowers decorating the hall. The vibrant blossoms filled the space with color and life, reminding her of Minji’s bright and warm presence, which she had grown to silently appreciate.  

They were soon gathered in the sitting room, an elegant space adorned with plush furniture and more flowers. Minji’s family eagerly sat around, offering tea and sweets, their curiosity palpable. Siyeon took a seat beside Minji, subtly glancing at her to make sure they were still on the same page.  

“So,” Mr. Kim began, leaning forward in his chair with a smile. “Tell us, how have you both been adjusting to married life?”  

The question hung in the air, and for a brief moment, Minji and Siyeon exchanged a glance. Then, as if on cue, the act began.  

“We’ve been doing well,” Minji said, her voice steady but light. “It’s been... an adventure.”  

“Oh?” Mrs. Kim perked up, clearly eager for more details. “What kind of adventure?”  

Siyeon jumped in smoothly. “Well, we’ve had a few romantic trips outside of the estate,” she said, weaving the tale with ease. “There was a time we went horseback riding through the forest, just the two of us. The views were breathtaking, and we ended the day by the river, watching the sunset.”  

Minji nodded, adding, “And we’ve been making adjustments at the estate as well. I’ve been helping manage things, and Siyeon... well, she’s been teaching me a lot about her life as a knight.”  

They continued like this, creating a string of fabricated romantic moments that sounded utterly convincing. Every smile, every touch, was perfectly timed. Their stories were so seamless that even Yoohyeon, who knew Minji best, seemed swept up in the illusion.  

Mrs. Kim beamed with joy, her hands resting on her lap as she said, “I’m so happy to hear that you’ve both been finding happiness together. It warms my heart.”  

Soon after, Mrs. Kim stood, clapping her hands lightly. “You two must be tired from your journey. Let the servants guide you to your room so you can rest.”  

Minji felt her stomach twist at the mention of “their room,” but she forced a smile and nodded. Together, she and Siyeon followed the servants upstairs, leading them to the familiar room that had once been Minji’s own.  

The moment the doors closed behind them, the act broke.   

Siyeon immediately let go of Minji’s hand, letting out a long sigh as if she’d been holding her breath the entire time. Minji, relieved but tense, turned toward the window, her hands resting on the sill.  

Siyeon glanced at the bed and frowned. She had completely forgotten that they would have to share one tonight. After a beat of silence, she spoke up.  

“I’ll... bear with it,” Siyeon muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. “This is what I agreed to, after all.”  

She was about to turn away when she noticed Minji staring somberly out the window, her shoulders tense. Siyeon paused, her frown deepening slightly as she asked, “What’s wrong?”  

Minji didn’t respond right away. She simply stared at the familiar gardens below, her heart heavy. After a long moment, she whispered, “I’m just... really glad to be home.”  

Her voice trembled, and Siyeon could hear the raw emotion in it. Minji’s shoulders began to shake, and she quickly brought a hand to her face, wiping away the tears that had started to fall.  

Siyeon’s usual detached demeanor softened. Without thinking, she stepped closer, though unsure of what to say. She wasn’t used to comforting others, not in this way. But something about seeing Minji cry—seeing her so vulnerable—stirred something in Siyeon.  

“You missed this place a lot, didn’t you?” Siyeon said softly, her voice surprisingly gentle.  

Minji nodded, her voice breaking as she spoke. “I did. More than I realized.”  

The vulnerability in Minji's eyes tugged at Siyeon's heart. “Do you...need a hug?” she asked, her tone sincere.  

Minji looked at her, her eyes reflecting a mix of longing and uncertainty. She nodded slightly, almost shyly.  

Siyeon stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Minji, engulfing her in a warm embrace. She felt Minji’s body tremble against her, the quiet sobs echoing in the small space. Siyeon instinctively patted Minji’s back, wishing to provide some comfort.  

As Minji let herself cry, a wave of emotion washed over Siyeon.   

“Let it out,” Siyeon murmured, holding Minji a little tighter. “I’m here.”  

In the quiet of the room, with only the faint sounds of the night outside, Siyeon found herself thinking again, a lot more than usual.   

---  

The dining hall was abuzz with laughter and conversation, the Kim family overjoyed by Minji’s return and charmed by Siyeon’s presence.   

Siyeon played her part with perfect poise, pulling out Minji’s chair and serving her portions of food with a smile. It was an act, but Siyeon played it with enough sincerity to convince even the most discerning eye. Across the table, Minji’s heart fluttered at each small gesture, even though she knew it was all for show.  

Yoohyeon, however, sat silently at the far end, her expression unreadable as she observed the couple.  

As the night wore on, Mr. Kim’s curiosity got the better of him. “Tell us more about the dragon, Siyeon,” he asked, leaning forward eagerly. “I’ve heard many tales, but nothing beats hearing it from the one who slayed it.”  

Siyeon’s eyes gleamed at the mention of the dragon. She straightened in her seat, her voice becoming more animated as she recounted the battle. “The dragon was massive, towering over us like a mountain,” she began, her tone filled with intensity. “It's scales were thick, and its fire could have reduced any knight to ashes.”  

Minji’s parents were on the edge of their seats, hanging on her every word. Minji, too, was captivated, even though she’d heard bits of this story before.  

“But I couldn’t let that stop me,” Siyeon continued. “Dami told me I was crazy—and she wasn’t wrong. I decided to climb the dragon.”  

Minji’s mother gasped softly, her hand going to her chest. “Climb the dragon?”  

Siyeon nodded, a small, almost nostalgic smile on her lips. “Yes, I scaled its back while it was distracted, fighting off Dami’s blows. The scales were slippery, but I managed to reach the top. And then, with one strike, I drove my sword deep into the dragon’s skull.”  

Mr. Kim let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “Incredible. I can’t imagine the courage it took to do something like that.”  

Siyeon shrugged, but there was a glimmer of pride in her eyes. “It was a team effort. I couldn’t have done it without Dami keeping the dragon occupied. She’s a true warrior.”  

The mention of Dami brought a wave of nostalgia, and Siyeon felt a pang of longing for her comrade. She wondered how Dami was doing with her wife, Handong. It had been too long since they had last spoken.  

With the attention back on her, Siyeon glanced at Minji, who was quietly listening, her hands resting on the table. Without thinking, Siyeon said, “I’m lucky to be alive because otherwise I wouldn’t have met Minji.”  

The statement, meant to keep up the facade, made Minji’s heart skip a beat, and for a moment, she forgot they were merely acting.  

Just then, Yoohyeon, who had been unusually quiet throughout the dinner, suddenly stood up. “Excuse me, I’m going to my room to rest. Please enjoy the rest of the dinner” she said quickly, her voice clipped, as she stepped away from the table.  

Minji’s eyes immediately darted to her sister, concern written all over her face. “Yoohyeon…?”  

But Yoohyeon waved her off, already heading toward the door. “I’ll be fine,” she muttered before disappearing from view.  

The table fell silent for a moment, the absence of Yoohyeon creating a slight unease. Minji’s worry gnawed at her, but before she could say anything, her parents dove back into conversation, still eager to hear more from Siyeon.  

“So, what happened after the dragon was slain?” Mrs. Kim asked, leaning closer. “Surely, there was a grand celebration in your honor?”  

Siyeon, ever the professional, continued her story with ease, answering the questions and recounting more details of her adventures. But Minji was no longer focused on the conversation. Her thoughts were with Yoohyeon, and the subtle distress she had seen in her sister’s face.  

Finally, unable to take it any longer, Minji cleared her throat softly. “I’m sorry, but I need to check on Yoohyeon. Please excuse me.”  

Her parents nodded, understanding in their eyes, though a bit disappointed that she would miss more of Siyeon’s stories. Siyeon, however, gave her a slight nod, as if to silently tell her to go and take care of her sister.  

---   

Minji stood outside Yoohyeon’s door, hesitating for a moment before knocking softly.  

 “Yoohyeon, it’s me.”  

There was a brief silence, then Yoohyeon’s voice responded, “Come in.”  

Minji pushed open the door and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind her. Yoohyeon was sitting on her bed, arms crossed, her face drawn in a mixture of concern and frustration. Before Minji could say anything, Yoohyeon looked up at her, eyes sharp.  

“Why are you doing this to yourself?”  

The blunt question hit Minji like a blow to the chest. She froze, momentarily lost for words, her mind racing to catch up. “W-What do you mean?”  

Yoohyeon’s brows furrowed, her expression softening with a hint of sadness. “Everything… everything between you and Siyeon, it’s all an act, isn’t it?” She stood up from the bed, her gaze piercing. “It didn’t feel like you, unnie. You’re not… you.”  

Minji felt a lump rise in her throat, but before she could respond, Yoohyeon rushed forward and grabbed her hands, checking them, as if searching for something hidden beneath her skin.  

“Does she hurt you? Just like what everyone says about these horrible knights?” Yoohyeon’s voice trembled, her eyes wide with worry. “You can tell me the truth, Minji. If she’s forcing you into this… if you’re unhappy, we’ll find a way. You don’t have to stay with her.”  

Minji’s breath caught in her throat, overwhelmed by her sister’s concern. Yoohyeon’s protective nature had always been there, but seeing it manifest so strongly now brought tears to her eyes. She gently pulled her hands away and sat down on the edge of the bed, motioning for Yoohyeon to sit beside her.  

“Yoohyeon, no, she’s not hurting me,” Minji began, her voice soft but steady. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the truth she was about to reveal. “Siyeon isn’t like the other knights. She doesn’t hurt me or abuse me. No. She’s far different from that.”  

Yoohyeon sat down beside her, still tense but listening closely.  

“It’s like everything I’ve been training my whole life to be the perfect wife is thrown out of the window, but in a good way.” Minji explained, her fingers nervously twisting in her lap. “She lets me live however I want, and I am free to make my own decisions. The thought of me serving her makes Siyeon furious because she cares about me and even trusts me to run her whole estate. I don’t need to provide anything for Siyeon. It’s more like...we’re living seperate lives yet just bounded as wives on paper.”  

Yoohyeon tilted her head, frowning. “That is… good, right?”  

Minji looked down at her hands, “I don’t know, Yoohyeon. I guess it’s the distance between us? Siyeon is respectful, she gives me lots of space and I think she’s kind. But we don’t really speak much. I am free, but I am also...alone.”  

Yoohyeon watched her sister carefully, taking in her words. The concern in her eyes deepened, but now it was layered with understanding. She took Minji’s hand gently, squeezing it. “Do you like her?”  

Minji looked up, startled by the question. “What?”  

“Do you like her?” Yoohyeon repeated, her voice soft but insistent. “The way you’ve been talking about us, I’ve seen your eyes change. I think maybe you’re just confused? Have you ever thought if you could see a future with her? Beyond the distance you have right now?”  

Minji’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She stared at Yoohyeon, her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn’t a question she had ever truly considered before as she had slowly become accustomed to this routine – to believe that this is her duty now as Siyeon’s wife, that this is what her wife wants her to do and thus, she’s accepted her fate.   

But now that Yoohyeon’s letting it out in the open, it hung in the air. Heavy and demanding an answer.  

Minji closed her eyes, thinking back to the small moments. The way Siyeon had hugged her earlier, how she had held her so delicately. The warmth of that embrace, the safety she had felt in those few seconds. The strange flutter in her chest when Siyeon had taken her hand tonight, even if it had all been for show.  

“I… I don’t know,” Minji finally whispered, her voice shaking with uncertainty. “I can’t say for sure.”  

Yoohyeon nodded slowly, understanding the turmoil in her sister’s heart. “Maybe it’s not something you need to answer right away. But unnie… don’t let this act take over your life. You deserve to be happy, really happy. And if you think that could be with Siyeon beyond right now, then maybe it’s worth giving it a real chance. But if not, then you need to figure out what’s best for you.”  

Minji blinked away the tears that had formed in her eyes and squeezed her sister’s hand in return. “Thank you, Yoohyeon. I’ll think about it.”  

Yoohyeon smiled, though her worry hadn’t completely faded. “I just want you to be happy, unnie. Be honest with yourself, okay?”  

Minji nodded, her heart still heavy but grateful for her sister’s unwavering support.  

---  

The room was quiet as Minji and Siyeon prepared for bed, the soft rustle of sheets and the faint creak of the old wooden floor filling the silence between them.   

Siyeon didn’t say much as she settled into the bed beside Minji.  

“Good night,” The knight said softly and without waiting for a response, she turned away, curling to the other side with her back facing Minji.   

The distance between them, though only a few inches on the mattress, felt much wider.  

Minji lay there, unmoving, staring up at the ceiling as her mind raced. The bed felt unfamiliar now, even though it was hers. This was her home, her childhood room, but something about it seemed off.   

Maybe it was the presence of Siyeon beside her, someone she had grown used to but knew nothing about.  

All Minji knew was that Siyeon is the gallant hero who returned victorious after slaying the mighty dragon. She was celebrated as a saviour that would be etched into the history books. Yet, this same knight only cared about fighting. She didn’t care about the estate that was under her name or interacted with the villagers – shrouding herself in complete mystery.   

But this same knight was not like the others. She cared for Minji in unconventional ways that the woman was still trying to understand.   

Do you like her?  

Yoohyeon’s words echoed through her head.   

Minji glanced over at Siyeon’s back, the lines of her form barely visible beneath the blankets. She wanted to reach out, to close the gap between them.  

But she didn’t move.  

Her hand remained by her side, clutching the edge of the blanket, her heart warring with her mind. It felt strange to want that closeness when they had kept their distance for so long. She didn’t know if Siyeon would want that, or if Minji herself was ready to admit that she might want it too.  

With a sigh, Minji closed her eyes, hoping sleep would come and wash away the unease inside her. But even as her body relaxed and exhaustion began to pull her under, her mind remained a storm, swirling with questions she wasn’t ready to answer.  

Beside her, Siyeon lay still, oblivious to the turmoil that brewed in Minji’s heart.  

---  

The next day, the Kim family decided to take advantage of the pleasant weather and plan a picnic.   

A soft breeze rustled the leaves, and the sun bathed the woods in a warm, golden light as they walked toward a secluded spot near the forest. Mr. Kim led the way, his voice filling the air as he spoke fondly of their family’s legacy.  

“My grandfather worked tirelessly for the estate,” Mr. Kim began, his tone laced with pride. “He sacrificed so much for our people. I’ve tried to uphold that legacy, to keep his work alive through the generations.”  

Siyeon walked beside him, nodding in polite interest. Though estate management was something she didn’t have much affinity for, she respected the dedication in Mr. Kim’s voice. His story reminded her of the weight of leadership, something she understood well from her duties as a knight. She gave the occasional hum of acknowledgment, glancing at Minji from time to time, though she kept her thoughts to herself.  

Minji walked behind them with Yoohyeon by her side, the two sisters trailing a bit behind the conversation. Yoohyeon’s presence felt like a lifeline for Minji—someone who understood the truth behind the act she and Siyeon were performing.  

“Thank you for last night,” Minji said softly to Yoohyeon, keeping her voice low so that only her sister could hear.  

Yoohyeon smiled gently, looping her arm through Minji’s as they walked. “Of course, unnie. You don’t have to carry everything alone.”  

As they continued, Yoohyeon changed the subject, knowing that Minji needed something else to focus on. “I’ve been studying more about medicine,” Yoohyeon said excitedly. “I’m still learning, but I want to be a doctor, you know? Even though it’s rare for women to pursue that path.”  

Minji looked at her younger sister with pride. “You’re very smart, Yoohyeon. It would be a waste for you to just get married off.” Her voice was warm with affection, and for the first time in a while, her smile felt genuine.  

Yoohyeon grinned and quickly whispered, “Make sure Mother doesn’t hear you say that!”  

They both laughed quietly, sharing a conspiratorial glance that made Minji feel lighter, if only for a moment. It was a fleeting but real joy—one that had been absent in her life for some time.   

Up ahead, Siyeon caught the sound of their laughter. Instinctively, she glanced over her shoulder, her gaze finding Minji walking beside her sister, her face alight with a genuine smile. It was a different expression from the careful, practiced one Minji had worn in front of others. This was real.   

A warmth that seemed to radiate from within, unburdened by the weight of their situation – the kind of smile Siyeon loved to see.   

Seeing Minji happy, truly happy, stirred something inside Siyeon— as she found herself smiling too.   

As the family found a spot near a quiet clearing, they began to set up their picnic. A large blanket was spread on the grass, and baskets of food were unpacked while light conversations floated in the air. It was a serene moment—until Mrs. Kim raised a topic that sent a ripple through the atmosphere.  

“So, about the wedding ceremony,” Mrs. Kim said, her tone casual yet carrying a certain weight. “I understand there hasn’t been much time to plan anything, what with Siyeon’s recent quest, but now that you’re both back, it might be a good time to start planning it, don’t you think?”  

The question landed heavily. Minji froze, glancing quickly at Siyeon, whose normally calm expression faltered for just a second. Siyeon blinked, clearly caught off guard, as if she hadn’t anticipated this conversation. She almost broke character, but she recovered quickly, pulling her lips into a practiced smile.  

“Well,” Siyeon began slowly, choosing her words carefully, “Minji and I are still in the process of... getting to know each other better. We thought it would be wise to take our time before rushing into anything.” Her voice was steady, though there was a hint of tension beneath the surface. “Besides, preparing for a wedding ceremony would be costly, and we wouldn’t want to be burdened with unnecessary expenses.”  

Mrs. Kim nodded in understanding. “Weddings can be expensive, but don’t worry about that, Siyeon. We’re more than willing to help. After all, you’re part of our family now.”  

The word “family” hung in the air, heavier than it should have been. Minji noticed the slight shift in Siyeon’s demeanor.   

For a moment, the knight’s expression became unreadable, as if something deeper had been triggered. The mention of family seemed to unsettle her, even though she masked it well. Her jaw tightened ever so slightly, and her eyes flickered with a brief, distant look that Minji couldn’t quite place.  

Before the moment could stretch too far, Yoohyeon, ever perceptive, jumped in. “Oh, look at all this food! We should dig in before it gets cold,” she said with a bright smile, effectively diverting everyone’s attention.  

Mrs. Kim’s attention shifted to the spread before them. “You’re right, Yoohyeon. Let’s not waste any time.”  

The tension in the air lightened as plates were passed around and everyone busied themselves with the food. Siyeon, however, remained quieter than usual, her earlier confidence subdued.  

Minji found herself drifting back to her arrival at the House of Lee. It was a memory that had always puzzled her.  

She was expecting to meet more of Siyeon’s family when she first came to live with her, perhaps her parents, or siblings. But when she arrived at the Lee estate, there had been no one. No elders, no bustling servants, no warmth that typically defined a family home.  

The only person who had greeted her that day, besides Siyeon, was Gahyun.  

Gahyun had been kind and lively, but she never mentioned anything about Siyeon’s family. The silence around the topic was almost deafening, and though Minji had been too overwhelmed at the time to press further, the absence of any other family member had lingered in her mind.  

The estate itself had felt cold. Despite its grandeur, there was an emptiness within those walls that couldn’t be ignored. Minji had chalked it up to Siyeon’s personality at first—perhaps she simply preferred solitude, or maybe being a knight meant that her family didn’t live with her. But even then, it felt strange. There were no portraits, no signs of a lived-in history.   

It was as if Siyeon’s past had been erased, leaving only shadows behind.  

Now, sitting here with her own family, the contrast couldn’t be more stark. The warmth and chatter of her parents, the closeness of Yoohyeon by her side—these were the things that made a house feel like home. Siyeon, on the other hand, seemed disconnected from such a concept. The mention of "family" had hit her like a stone.   

Minji wondered if Siyeon had ever truly experienced what a family was supposed to be, or what kind of past she had endured during her upbringing.   

She couldn’t forget the look on Siyeon’s face earlier—how her smile had faltered, how her eyes had momentarily darkened, and yet there was nothing she could do to help ease this pain she went through.   

Something that was supposed to be such a simple duty as her wife – yet Minji knew nothing about Siyeon.   

The guilt began eating at her again, the voices at the back of her head beginning to berate her for failing her duty.   

Minji bit her lip. She argued within herself that there had been no opportunity and maybe it wasn’t her place to ask something so sensitive. But now, she wanted to understand. She wanted to know what had caused that flash of pain in Siyeon’s eyes when her mother had mentioned family.  

Despite the distance between them, despite this arrangement they both agreed to, Minji couldn’t help but feel a tug of curiosity and concern, for the knight sitting across from her.  

---  

The time to depart had come.   

Even though Minji spent only three nights with her family, it was worth every second spent. Despite the act she had to keep up whenever she was with Siyeon, she appreciated that the knight often made excuses to be alone so that Minji could really have the time to be herself with her family.   

Minji had come to an understanding that Siyeon sometimes needed her space of solitude. It was one that contradicted Minji’s beliefs, but she has accepted this side, learning that everyone is different.   

As she moved through the family one by one, exchanging heartfelt goodbyes. her mother hugged her tightly, whispering to keep writing, and her father gave her a warm smile, his pride in her evident in his eyes.  

Yoohyeon, of course, clung to her the longest, the two sisters sharing a brief but meaningful embrace. "Take care of yourself, unnie," Yoohyeon whispered, her voice slightly trembling, though she tried to keep it steady.   

Minji nodded, blinking back her own tears as she whispered back, "I will. And you, too. Keep studying hard and make us proud."  

As Minji turned away from her family, she gave one last smile, promising to write letters often, as her mother requested. But the closer she got to the carriage, the more she felt the weight of returning to the House of Lee—back to the cold, distant routine that awaited her.  

Siyeon, for her part, was handling the departure with her usual calm. She shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. Kim, offering polite smiles and words of thanks. But when she came to Yoohyeon, something shifted.   

The air between them grew taut with unspoken words.  

Their handshake was brief but charged with tension. Yoohyeon’s grip was firm, her eyes locking onto Siyeon’s with a quiet intensity that belied her youth. There was no warmth in her gaze—only a clear, sharp understanding. Yoohyeon didn’t need to say anything. The message was there, plain as day.  

"I know," Yoohyeon’s look seemed to say. "If you ever make my sister sad, know that I will never forgive you.”   

Siyeon didn’t flinch, but she felt the weight of that silent warning. Yoohyeon had seen through their act, had sensed the truth beneath the surface. And though she didn’t speak the words aloud, the warning was unmistakable.   

It wasn’t hostility that Siyeon saw in Yoohyeon’s eyes—it was protectiveness. The younger sister would watch over Minji, even from afar.  

With a subtle nod, Siyeon released Yoohyeon’s hand and turned toward the carriage. Her usual confidence faltered for a split second, but she quickly regained her composure as she stepped inside. Minji followed shortly after, glancing back one last time at her family before settling into the carriage.  

As they set off, the sound of the horses' hooves echoing on the path, Minji and Siyeon sat in a tense silence. The warmth of her family faded with each passing mile, replaced by the growing distance of their reality. Siyeon stared out the window, her thoughts swirling around Yoohyeon’s look of accusation.  

Minji, on the other hand, sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the floor of the carriage. She was lost in her own thoughts, reflecting on the short but emotional visit. A part of her wished she could have stayed longer, to bask in the comfort of her family’s love, but she knew it wasn’t possible.   

As the landscape changed outside, the tension between them remained unspoken. There were no words exchanged, but both of them felt the weight of the distance growing—not just between their families, but between each other as well.   

And though they continued to play their roles, the cracks in their act were beginning to show.  

The road ahead felt longer than ever.  

Chapter Text

After their return from Minji's family home, nothing seemed to change between Minji and Siyeon.   

The same cold routine lingered—distant, minimal conversations and passing gestures of formality. They shared meals in silence and exchanged only necessary words. It was as if their visit to her family had only solidified the barrier between them, with the pretense of their relationship still carefully upheld in front of others.  

Minji had hoped that maybe, just maybe, being surrounded by her family might thaw the ice between them, but now that they were back at the House of Lee, the emotional distance felt even greater.   

Each day passed like the last, filled with tension that neither of them dared address.  

That was until one fateful morning when a scroll from the King arrived.  

Minji learned of it in passing from one of the servants, the words weighing heavily in her chest as she rushed to find Siyeon. The King had summoned her knight once more—this time for an extended mission, one with no clear end in sight. Siyeon would be leaving, possibly for months, perhaps longer.  

Minji felt a mixture of emotions—a sinking feeling of uncertainty but also a pang of something else she couldn’t name. She sought Siyeon out, her heart racing as she found herself at the armory, where Siyeon sat sharpening her blade, the sound of steel against stone filling the air.  

Siyeon, focused on her task, barely glancing up when Minji entered the room. The tension that had built between them felt even thicker in this moment. Minji lingered in the doorway, unsure of how to address the reality that was now pressing down on her.  

She cleared her throat. "I heard about the King's request... about the quest," Minji said, breaking the silence.  

Siyeon looked up, finally meeting her eyes. "Yeah." Her voice was steady, but there was a hint of something in her gaze—a kind of weariness that Minji hadn’t seen before.  

"How long will you be gone?" Minji asked softly, stepping closer.  

Siyeon let out a soft sigh, setting the sword aside. "I don’t know. It could be a long while. There’s some trouble out in the West and there have been sightings of dragons flying around." She paused, then added, "But Dami will be joining me. It’s been some time since I’ve seen her, so... that’s good."  

Hearing Dami’s name brought a flicker of relief to Siyeon’s expression as the knight looked at Minji.  

"I trust you to take care of the estate while I’m away," she said, surprising Minji with the compliment. "You’ve been doing a good job, far better than I was."  

Minji blinked, caught off guard. "I... thank you." The words, though simple, filled her with a small sense of pride. Maybe there was hope that the cold distance between them could begin to warm, just a little.  

"Do you know when you'll return?"  

Siyeon shook her head. "I can't say. But I will come back in one piece." She stood then, towering over Minji but with a gentleness in her demeanor. As she approached Minji, Siyeon studied her face, her gaze lingering for a moment.  

"You should eat more," Siyeon remarked, her voice soft. "And be careful—winter is coming. I don’t want to fall sick while I’m away."  

The concern in her voice surprised Minji. She had spent so much time thinking that Siyeon didn’t care, that she was indifferent, but now... now there was something different, something real in her tone. Minji’s heart fluttered.  

Siyeon seemed to hesitate for a moment before reaching into her armor. She pulled out a small amulet, the ruby stone glinting in the dim light. Siyeon placed it into Minji’s hand, curling her fingers around it with surprising tenderness.  

"Hold this on for me until I return," Siyeon said quietly.  

Minji stared down at the amulet, shocked. It felt warm in her hand, but its weight felt heavier than it looked. "This... this is important to you, isn’t it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.  

Siyeon nodded. "It belonged to my mother."  

The admission caught Minji completely off guard. Siyeon had never spoken about her family, never offered even the smallest hint of her past. Now, here she was, placing something so deeply personal in Minji’s care. Minji’s heart raced, overwhelmed by the unexpected trust Siyeon was placing in her.  

Siyeon turned to leave, her responsibilities calling her away, but Minji couldn’t let her go without saying something.   

"W-wait..." she called out, her voice shaking slightly.  

Siyeon paused, glancing back over her shoulder. "What?"  

Minji’s eyes searched Siyeon’s face, desperate for an answer she wasn’t sure how to ask. "Why?" she finally said. "Why are you giving this to me?"  

Siyeon shrugged, but there was a softness in her tone that hadn’t been there before. "Because you’re important to me, just like that amulet."  

The words hung in the air, simple yet profound, as Siyeon walked away, leaving Minji standing alone in the armory with the weight of the ruby amulet in her hand.  

As the knight disappeared down the hallway, Minji stood frozen in place, her heart pounding. Siyeon's parting words echoed in her mind.   

You’re important to me.  

And for the first time, it felt like those words carried a deeper meaning than just duty. With Siyeon leaving on this long and uncertain journey, the distance between them felt less cold, less final. And maybe—just maybe—that gap between them could one day be closed.  

---  

Gahyun’s visit to the estate came as a surprise to Minji.   

It had been some time since she had last seen Siyeon’s lively cousin, and she wasn’t expecting anyone today. But as Minji stood among the villagers, chatting with them about the incoming shipments of wool blankets, she noticed Gahyun approaching from the distance, her unmistakable smile warm and welcoming.  

"Lady Gahyun," Minji greeted with a polite bow as Gahyun approached.  

Gahyun waved her off, chuckling. "No need for formalities, Minji. I’m just here to check in. I heard Siyeon left again?"  

Minji nodded, though the words made her heart ache a little. "Yes. She’s on another quest. The King sent for her."  

Gahyun hummed in understanding, glancing around at the villagers before looking back at Minji. "Would you like to take a walk with me? It seems like you could use a little break."  

Minji agreed, and the two of them left the small gathering, strolling along the path that wound through the village and up into the forested hills. The late autumn air was crisp, and a chill hung in the breeze, reminding them that winter was just around the corner.  

"The weather is turning colder now," Gahyun remarked, her tone casual but thoughtful. "The winter season will be tough on the villagers. There’s already some worry about food rations."  

Minji nodded in agreement. "I’ve already started preparing. We’ve ordered extra wool blankets, and the food supply is set to arrive soon. Enough to last through the winter, I hope."  

Gahyun smiled, impressed. "I’m not surprised. You’ve got everything under control here." She paused, her gaze softening. "You’ve done more for this estate than I ever could. I’ve been away in town so much, but it’s reassuring to know it’s in good hands."  

Minji flushed slightly at the compliment. "Thank you, Gahyun. It hasn’t been easy, but I’m trying my best."  

As they walked deeper into the woods, the conversation shifted. Gahyun’s tone became more serious, her smile fading just slightly. "And what about Siyeon? Has anything… changed between you two?"  

Minji glanced at the ground, sighing quietly. "No, nothing has really changed. She’s still distant. We don’t talk much, and when we do, it feels like there’s this wall between us."  

Gahyun sighed too, shaking her head. "My cousin is an idiot sometimes," she said bluntly, though there was a note of affection in her voice. "She’s always been aloof, even as a child. It’s not you, Minji. She just doesn’t know how to express herself, especially when it comes to her feelings."  

Minji listened, her heart sinking a little. "But… she gave me this," she said, touching the red amulet that now hung around her neck. The ruby stone shimmered in the cool light, a stark contrast against the muted autumn colors of the forest. "She didn’t say much, just that it belonged to her mother."  

Gahyun’s eyes softened as she looked at the amulet. "Well, if you look at that..." she said gently. "It may not seem like much, but for her to give you something so personal... it’s a huge step."  

Minji’s brow furrowed. "She’s barely shown any interest in me before, so why now?"  

Gahyun sighed, her expression turning somber as she glanced at the amulet again. "When Siyeon was seven, the dragons attacked this land. The castle, everything was destroyed. Her parents, along with many others, perished.”  

Minji’s eyes widened. Siyeon had never spoken about her past, and the sudden weight of that revelation hit her like a cold wind. "I didn’t know…"  

"The amulet," Gahyun continued, nodding toward the stone around Minji’s neck, "was the only thing Siyeon had left from her mother. Her mother told her to run far away from the estate and to never look back. It was the last piece of her family. After the attack, she was taken in by my family—the other House of Lee, from a different county. We raised her, but she never really… healed from that loss."  

Minji’s heart clenched. She looked down at the ruby stone, feeling its weight in her hand. "Is that why she became a knight?"  

Gahyun nodded. "Yes. That attack—losing her family—is what drove her to fight. She’s always been determined to protect others, to make sure no one else has to experience what she did. That’s why she’s so driven. That’s why she pushes herself so hard."  

"And why she’s so distant," Minji murmured, understanding starting to settle in. "She’s still carrying all of that pain."  

"Exactly," Gahyun agreed, her voice softening. "But don’t mistake her aloofness for a lack of care. Siyeon cares deeply—more than she’ll ever show. It’s just hard for her to express that. She’s spent so long focusing on her duty, on her mission, that she’s forgotten how to let people in."  

Minji felt a wave of emotion wash over her. She had been so focused on the distance between them, on the coldness she perceived in Siyeon, that she hadn’t considered the pain Siyeon might be hiding.  

"I don’t know how to reach her," Minji admitted quietly. "Nor where I should start."  

Gahyun smiled gently, placing a comforting hand on Minji’s shoulder. "You’ve already are, Minji. That amulet. It’s her way of letting you in, even if she doesn’t realize it herself yet."  

Minji looked down at the amulet again, her fingers tracing the smooth surface of the ruby. "Do you think she’ll ever come around?"  

Gahyun shrugged lightly. "Maybe. Siyeon’s a tough one to crack, but I think… I think if anyone can reach her, it’s you."  

They walked in silence for a moment, the sound of leaves crunching beneath their feet the only noise between them. Minji’s mind swirled with everything she had just learned, her thoughts focused on Siyeon—the knight who carried so much, yet said so little.  

But now, as she clutched the amulet in her hand, Minji felt a small flicker of hope. Siyeon had opened a door, however small, and maybe—just maybe—there was a chance to reach her heart.  

---  

The sound of clashing steel and the guttural roars of monsters filled the dark forest as Siyeon, Dami, and a squad of younger knights pushed through the relentless swarm of trolls and beasts. Shadows darted between the trees, their monstrous forms illuminated by the faint glow of the moon peeking through the dense canopy. Siyeon’s sharp gaze never faltered, leading the charge with precision. She swung her sword with a graceful ferocity, cutting down one troll after another, blood spraying across the battlefield.  

"Form up! Circle formation!" Siyeon shouted, rallying the younger knights who were beginning to lose their ground. Her voice was strong, commanding, cutting through the chaos.  

The younger knights, though weary and shaken, immediately responded, moving into position around Siyeon and Dami, creating a defensive circle. The monsters lunged at them, but the formation held. Swords clanged against gnashing teeth and claws, and the group fended off the relentless assault with growing confidence. The younger knights, emboldened by the sight of Siyeon and Dami fighting so fiercely, found renewed strength in their own swords.  

"Stay focused!" Dami added, slashing through another troll with ease. "You’ve trained for this!"  

With one final roar, the last of the trolls fell, and a heavy silence descended on the forest, broken only by the labored breathing of the knights. Siyeon wiped her brow, her hand still gripping her bloodied sword, surveying the aftermath. They had made it through, but the path ahead was steep and treacherous, leading them ever closer to the dragon’s lair.  

Siyeon took in the tense atmosphere and, sensing her comrades’ exhaustion, called out, "We’ll rest here for a bit."  

The knights gratefully sank to the ground, catching their breath. Siyeon found a nearby boulder and sat down, methodically cleaning her sword, the blood and grime from battle slowly disappearing with each stroke. Dami plopped down next to her with a loud sigh, smiling as she stretched out her limbs.  

"Just like old times, huh?" Dami chuckled, glancing at Siyeon with a knowing smile.  

Siyeon grinned, offering her a fist bump. "I missed you, Dami."  

Dami returned the gesture, their fists connecting with a satisfying thud. For a brief moment, the tension of battle melted away, and the two old comrades shared a rare, peaceful silence.  

After a while, Siyeon broke the quiet, her voice softer. "How’s everything with Handong? You adjusting well?"  

Dami leaned back, resting her hands behind her head, her eyes thoughtful. "It’s… different," she admitted. "There are times when it’s hard. We come from completely different worlds, and sometimes that leads to misunderstandings. But we’ve been working on it."  

Siyeon looked over, curious. "How so?"  

Dami sighed, but there was a warmth in her eyes as she spoke. "Communication. It sounds simple, but it’s so important. Once I started talking to Handong about what we wanted, what we needed, things got better. We started understanding each other more, working together as a team, you know?"  

Siyeon could see the fondness in Dami’s eyes, the soft glow that only came when someone spoke about someone they loved. It was clear now that Dami was deeply in love with Handong, and that thought stirred something unfamiliar in Siyeon’s chest.  

"I can see it in your eyes," Siyeon said, smiling gently. "You really love her."  

Dami chuckled, a little embarrassed, but she nodded. "Yeah, I do. It wasn’t easy at first, but now, I can’t imagine my life without her."  

Siyeon leaned back against the boulder, her mind drifting. She found herself thinking about Minji back at the estate, wondering if she was alright, if she was worried about Siyeon’s return. A pang of guilt struck her as she thought about the distance between them, about all the things she hadn’t said.  

Regrets started flooding Siyeon’s thoughts.   

She regretted never telling Minji how much she enjoyed seeing her smile, how it brightened her day in ways she didn’t fully understand. She regretted not being able to express her fears—the fear of getting too close, of overstepping her boundaries. But most of all, she regretted not being able to tell Minji how badly she just wanted to hold her, to feel safe in her arms. Siyeon realized now that there was a vulnerability in her that only Minji seemed to draw out.  

But she had been too afraid to act on it. Too scared to let her guard down.  

She snapped out of her thoughts when a younger knight approached, urgency written across his face. "Commander, there’s movement up ahead. Monsters gathering again."  

Siyeon’s eyes sharpened immediately. She stood up, grabbing her sword and giving Dami a quick nod. "Looks like we’re not done yet."  

Dami grinned, stretching her arms as she rose to her feet. "Well, let’s show them what we’ve got."  

The knights, though weary from the previous battle, gathered their strength and prepared to move forward. Siyeon’s heart beat steadily in her chest, the familiar rush of battle taking over her senses. She pushed her thoughts of Minji aside for now, her focus narrowing on the path ahead.  

But the lingering warmth in her chest—the thought of Minji waiting for her back home—remained, quietly fueling her resolve.  

---  

The rocky ascent led the knights to the mouth of the dragon's lair—a dark, foreboding cave that exuded an eerie heat. The group crept inside slowly to avoid making noise. The dragon lay curled in the center of the cavern, its massive form heaving with every deep breath, molten embers flickering beneath its scaly skin. Siyeon motioned for the knights to spread out, positioning themselves in a wide circle around the creature.  

Siyeon and Dami exchanged a glance, the unspoken understanding between them stronger than words. Siyeon raised her hand, signaling to the group to stay ready. The tension in the air was palpable, every knight gripping their weapons tightly, awaiting the signal to strike.  

Just then, the silence was broken by an unexpected sound—a sneeze.   

One of the younger knights, no older than twenty, had sneezed in the midst of the tension. The noise echoed off the walls, piercing through the silence like a dagger.  

Siyeon’s heart sank. She cursed under her breath. "For fuck’s sake—attack!"  

The dragon stirred, its eyelids flickering open to reveal eyes glowing with a burning rage. Siyeon’s voice rang out, rallying the knights into their offensive formation. "Move! Now!"  

The dragon let out an ear-splitting roar, its body surging to life with terrifying speed. Flames spewed from its jaws, scorching the air as the knights scattered, barely dodging the blast. Siyeon charged forward, her sword slashing through the air as she expertly avoided the dragon's talons. Dami was at her side, just as fierce, hacking away at the dragon’s wings with relentless precision.  

The battle raged on, the younger knights following Siyeon and Dami's lead, though the dragon was far more powerful than any foe they had faced before. Its tail whipped through the air, crushing anything in its path, its fire scorching the very ground they fought on.  

In the middle of the chaos, Siyeon spotted a horrifying sight—the dragon’s tail was hurtling toward Dami's position. Without thinking, Siyeon yelled, "Dami, move!"  

But there wasn’t enough time.  

Without hesitation, Siyeon lunged forward, shoving Dami out of the way just as the dragon’s tail slammed into her with the force of a battering ram. Siyeon was sent flying across the cavern, her body crashing into a boulder with a sickening crack. She felt the sharp sting of bones breaking, pain shooting through her body as she collapsed to the ground.  

Dami’s eyes widened in horror. "Siyeon!" she shouted, scrambling to her feet, but Siyeon gritted her teeth, forcing herself up on one knee, even as agony ripped through her.  

"Keep pushing!" Siyeon ordered, her voice strained but unwavering. "Don’t stop! Take it down!"  

Dami hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with concern, but Siyeon’s unyielding determination forced her to refocus. She gripped her sword tighter and led the remaining knights, attacking the dragon with renewed ferocity.   

They dodged its flames, struck at its vulnerable spots, and with one final, coordinated assault, Dami delivered the killing blow, plunging her blade deep into the dragon's chest.  

The great beast let out one last, dying roar before collapsing, the ground shaking beneath its massive weight.  

The cavern fell silent once more, the echoes of the dragon’s fall fading away into the distance. The knights stood there for a moment, stunned by their victory. But Dami’s mind was elsewhere—on Siyeon.  

She rushed back to her side, kneeling beside her. "Siyeon, can you walk?" she asked, her voice filled with urgency.  

Siyeon tried to put on a brave face, even attempting to stand, but the moment she put pressure on her legs, she collapsed back down. Her legs were numb, the pain in her back and ribs making it impossible to move. She clenched her fists, frustration filling her chest as she realized the extent of her injury.  

"Argh, fuck. I… I can’t feel my legs," Siyeon admitted quietly, her voice strained. It was the first time in a long while that she had been this vulnerable, her body betraying her at the worst possible moment.  

The younger knights, having seen Siyeon get hit, gathered around with worried faces, unsure of what to do. But Siyeon, even in her injured state, kept her calm.   

"All fifteen of you are still alive and standing. No one died." she said, looking at them. "That’s what matters. We won."  

Dami, her face grim, nodded and quickly rallied the younger knights. They fashioned a makeshift stretcher from what they had, carefully lifting Siyeon onto it.   

The journey down the mountain would be slow, and the weight of their injured captain weighed heavily on their minds. Yet, there was an unspoken understanding among them—Siyeon had protected them, saved them, and even though she hadn’t delivered the final blow, her leadership had been the key to their victory.  

As they descended the mountain, Siyeon’s thoughts were clouded with a mix of pain and regret. She had pushed herself too far, perhaps for the last time. Yet, through the fog of her injuries, one thought kept her grounded—Minji.  

She closed her eyes, hoping to keep her promise of returning to her in one piece.  

---  

Siyeon’s mind drifted into a familiar, yet distant, haze—a dream that wasn't just a dream but a memory buried deep in her heart.   

In her vision, she was no longer the battle-hardened knight, but a seven-year-old girl, full of boundless energy and excitement. She could feel the softness of the castle rugs beneath her bare feet as she dashed through the grand hallways, calling out for her mother.  

"Mother! Mother!" she cried, her small voice echoing off the marble walls.  

She found her mother in the sunroom, sitting by the window with a book in her lap. The moment Siyeon spotted her, she ran straight into her arms, her heart racing with joy. Her mother’s laughter was like music, warm and comforting, as she embraced her daughter.  

"Siyeon, what has you so excited?" her mother asked, brushing back her wild, dark hair.  

“I saw the animals father hunted!” Siyeon said breathlessly, holding up her tiny hands to describe the size of the creatures. "There were deers, big ones! And rabbits! I asked to go with him, and he let me follow. It was so much fun!"  

Her mother smiled, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes. "You shouldn’t go on hunts, my little one. It’s dangerous."  

Just then, her father strode in, still in his hunting gear, his face weathered by the day’s work but full of pride. He walked over to his wife, kissed her on the forehead, and smiled down at Siyeon.  

"Ah, there’s my lucky charm," he said, ruffling Siyeon’s hair. "Tonight’s dinner will be a feast, thanks to you. Must be the luck you brought with you, eh?"  

Siyeon beamed, basking in the affection of her parents. For a brief moment, the world was perfect, full of warmth and love.  

But then, the ground beneath them shook.  

A distant rumble reverberated through the walls, growing louder. Siyeon’s father’s expression changed in an instant, his brow furrowing with worry. The clamor of boots echoed through the hall as guards burst into the room, panting and pale.  

"Your Grace, a dragon approaches," one of them said, fear evident in his voice.  

Siyeon didn’t fully understand the weight of those words, but she saw the way her parents looked at each other—an unspoken decision passed between them.  

Her father turned to the guard, barking orders for immediate preparations. He unsheathed his sword, the gravity of the situation settling over him like armor. Meanwhile, her mother knelt before Siyeon, her face calm but her eyes filled with an urgency Siyeon had never seen before.  

"Siyeon, listen to me carefully" her mother whispered, pulling a delicate ruby amulet from around her neck. She placed it into Siyeon’s small hands, closing her daughter’s fingers around it. "You must keep this safe for me, okay?"  

Siyeon stared at the ruby, confused by the sudden change in her mother’s tone. "But, why, Mother? What’s happening?"  

Her mother’s smile was sad but soft as she caressed Siyeon’s cheek. "I promise, I’ll be back. But for now, you must go with the guards. They’ll take you somewhere safe."  

Before Siyeon could protest, two guards lifted her into their arms. Panic flared in her chest as she struggled against them. "No! I don’t want to go! Mother! Father!"  

Her mother and father watched her being carried away, their faces set with grim determination as they prepared for battle. Siyeon’s cries echoed through the hallway as she was taken outside, but no one could hear her over the growing roar.  

As she was hauled into a wagon with other children, Siyeon’s wide eyes fixed on the castle behind her. Above it, she saw the dragon—a monstrous, shadowy figure against the sky, its wings casting a terrifying silhouette. Its screech pierced the air, and in a matter of moments, the flames began.  

The last thing Siyeon saw before the wagon pulled away was the sight of her home—the castle she had lived in all her life—engulfed in fire. The smoke blotted out the sky as the flames consumed everything, including her parents.  

She screamed for them, over and over, but they never came.  

Siyeon’s eyes fluttered open, her mind still heavy with the remnants of her nightmare.   

But the pain in her body quickly grounded her in the present. She pushed herself up slightly, gritting her teeth against the dull ache in her ribs, but her first thought wasn't about herself. She blinked, looking around for Dami and the others, her pulse quickening with worry.  

"The others... the young knights..." she rasped, her throat dry.  

Dami, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, approached Siyeon and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her expression softened, but there was a stern edge to her voice.   

"Siyeon, relax. They’re fine. They're shaken, but alive, thanks to you." She sat down beside Siyeon's bed. "You need to stop worrying about them for a second and take care of yourself."  

Siyeon looked away, her brows furrowed. "They're young. This fight... it wasn’t just some skirmish with bandits. It was a dragon. I remember my first real battle like this. It can change you."  

Dami sighed, though her lips quirked up into a small smile. "And they’re looking up to you, Siyeon. You protected them. You led them through it. You don’t have to carry all that weight alone."  

There was a brief silence as Siyeon leaned back, her eyes closing momentarily. The pain gnawed at her, but more than that, a sense of helplessness crept in. She was used to being the one in control, the one who could always push forward, but now... she felt weak.  

Dami’s voice broke the quiet. "Thanks for saving me back there." Her tone was quieter than usual, and when Siyeon glanced at her, she could see something fragile beneath Dami's strong exterior. "If you hadn’t pushed me out of the way, I’d probably be dead. Crushed by that dragon's tail."  

Siyeon exhaled, shifting slightly to face her friend. "You would've done the same for me."  

Dami smiled faintly. "Yeah. I know. But... when I was on the ground and saw that tail swinging toward me, I thought—just for a second—that was it. That I wasn’t going to make it." She paused, her gaze dropping to the floor. "And all I could think about was Handong. How I’d be leaving her all alone."  

There was a weight in her words, a vulnerability that Siyeon rarely saw in Dami. Dami had always been fearless, charging headlong into battle without a second thought. But now, there was something different.  

"You know," Dami continued, "before Handong, I didn’t care if I died. I figured, if I went down in a fight, I'd go down with honor. My life would have meaning in the name of the kingdom, and that would be enough. But now... it’s different."  

Siyeon watched Dami, her friend's eyes reflecting a mixture of fear and love. Dami had always been straightforward, never one to mince words. But now, Siyeon could see the cracks forming in her tough exterior, and it was because of Handong.  

"Now," Dami said softly, "I can’t stand the thought of leaving her behind. And that scares me. It scares me more than anything I’ve ever faced in battle."  

Siyeon swallowed hard, feeling a strange lump form in her throat. Dami’s confession stirred something deep inside her, and it made her think—think about her own life, her own choices.  

Siyeon had never let anyone in. She had pushed people away, convinced herself that love and attachments were weaknesses. But now, in this quiet moment, as Dami spoke about her fears and her love for Handong, Siyeon felt a shift. She didn’t want to admit it, but there was someone she had been thinking about more than she cared to acknowledge.  

Minji.  

Siyeon’s thoughts drifted back to her—the way Minji had looked at her at the ball, to the soft smile that had made her heart flutter. And now, as she lay here, injured and vulnerable, Minji’s image seemed to replace the memory of her parents that always haunted her.  

Without thinking, Siyeon’s hand reached for her neck, searching for the familiar weight of her mother’s amulet—the one thing that had always brought her comfort in moments like this. But her fingers found nothing.  

She froze, her eyes widening as the realization hit her.  

The amulet was gone.  

She had given it to Minji.  

The one object that tied her to her past, the last memory of her mother... and she had given it to the woman she barely knew. But at that moment, Siyeon felt something other than regret. It was strange, almost foreign.  

"I gave her the amulet," Siyeon murmured, almost to herself.  

Dami, who had been lost in her own thoughts, glanced up at her. "You what?"  

"Minji, my wife" Siyeon said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I gave her my mother's amulet."  

Dami raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering across her face. "You don't just give that away to anyone."  

Siyeon was silent, her thoughts a tangled mess. She had always been so careful, so guarded. But with Minji, she had done something impulsive, something that felt... right. Even now, lying here, her body battered and bruised, she couldn’t stop thinking about her.  

"Whatever that you might be going through with Minji, there is still time to fix it." Dami said gently, sensing the inner turmoil Siyeon was grappling with.  

Siyeon shook her head, unsure. "What if... what if I’ve already messed it up? I’m not good at this, Dami. I don’t even know how to—"  

"Hey," Dami interrupted, placing a hand on Siyeon's arm. "You saved my life today. You can face a dragon without blinking. You’ll figure out how to talk to Minji. You just have to try."  

Siyeon leaned back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind racing.   

Yeah, maybe Dami is right.   

---  

Winter had come to the estate, and the world outside was a blanket of white. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, the cold biting at the windows of the manor, but inside, all was warm and peaceful.   

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, and the estate, thanks to Minji’s careful planning, was well-prepared. Stockpiles of food were abundant, and the hearths in every room were blazing. There was no worry of hunger or freezing here.  

Minji sat at her desk, her quill scratching quietly against the parchment. She was working through the estate’s finances, lost in thought, when the knock at the door startled her. One of the guards entered, bowing respectfully.  

"My lady, a message has arrived from the King. Master Lee Siyeon has returned."  

Minji’s heart leaped into her throat. She rose quickly from her seat, barely hearing the rest of the guard’s words as he handed her a scroll sealed with the royal insignia. Her fingers trembled slightly as she broke the wax seal and unrolled the parchment. The King’s formal script was neat and precise:  

"To Lady Kim Minji,  

I extend my deepest gratitude to Knight Lee Siyeon for her valiant service in completing the quest to slay the dragon that plagued our lands. Not only did she ensure the safety of her comrades, but she performed an act of great heroism in protecting her fellow knight from mortal harm. However, Siyeon has suffered injuries in the course of her duty. And thus, I have seen fit to reward the House of Lee with a large sum of gold in recognition of her deeds."  

Minji’s eyes skimmed over the mention of the gold. She didn’t care about the reward. Her thoughts immediately went to Siyeon, injured and in need of rest. Without a second thought, she dashed out of the room, nearly knocking over a vase in her haste, and rushed down the hallway toward the courtyard. Her pulse quickened with worry and anticipation.  

The courtyard was bustling as she burst outside. Snow crunched beneath her boots, the cold biting at her cheeks, but she barely noticed. A caravan of horses and carriages made their way through the gates, the young knights who had followed Siyeon on her mission dismounting, their faces weary but proud.   

Minji’s eyes searched the scene until they fell on Dami, a woman with an air of command but a soft smile. Dami hopped off her horse and approached, bowing respectfully.  

"Greetings Lady Minji," Dami greeted, her voice steady and kind. "I am Dami, one of Siyeon’s comrades. She has returned, but she’s not in the best shape. She sustained some injuries, though she’s been resilient through it all."  

Minji’s breath hitched as she glanced over at the carriage. Several knights were helping Siyeon out, careful with their movements. Siyeon’s body was battered, and she winced as she leaned on one of the knights for support. Her hair was matted from the journey, her armor scuffed and dented, but she was alive.   

Relief washed over Minji like a wave.  

“She sustained injuries protecting me and the others. But she’s alive, thanks to her quick thinking and sacrifice. And now…” Dami’s eyes flicked toward the amulet hanging around Minji’s neck. She smiled knowingly. “I leave my comrade in your care, Lady Minji.”  

Minji’s hand instinctively went to the amulet, her fingers grazing the smooth surface of the stone. She had worn it every day since Siyeon had given it to her, though she wasn’t entirely sure why. Now, it felt like a lifeline connecting her to the woman before her.  

Without hesitation, Minji nodded, her voice firm. “Thank you, Dami. Please, this way.” She quickly led the knights inside, guiding them toward Siyeon’s bedchamber. Every step felt urgent, her heart pounding with worry, but she kept herself composed. Siyeon needed her to be strong now.  

Once inside, the younger knights carefully helped Siyeon onto the bed, making sure she was comfortable. Siyeon winced slightly as she laid down, but her eyes never left Minji. Despite the pain, there was a warmth in her gaze that made Minji’s stomach twist with emotion.  

Dami stood at the doorway, watching as the others finished tending to Siyeon. Before she left, she gave Minji a final smile. “You have nothing to worry about, Lady Minji. Siyeon will be alright with some rest. I trust you to watch over her.”  

Minji nodded. "I will. Thank you, Dami."  

As the knights filed out, leaving the two of them alone, Minji stood awkwardly by the bedside, unsure of what to say. Siyeon looked at her, her lips curving into a tired smile.  

"I told you I'd keep my promise," Siyeon whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with a sense of accomplishment.  

Minji’s breath caught in her throat. She had never imagined Siyeon in this state—so vulnerable, so human. Her chest tightened, emotions swirling inside her that she couldn’t quite name. Relief, fear, gratitude... and something deeper that she wasn’t ready to confront.  

“You did,” Minji whispered, stepping closer, her hand hovering over Siyeon’s before finally taking it. “You came back in one piece.”  

For a moment, they simply stayed like that—Minji holding Siyeon’s hand, Siyeon lying there, looking up at her with an intensity that made Minji’s heart race.  

“I’m glad,” Minji added softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad you’re home, Siyeon.”  

Chapter Text

Winter settled over the estate, covering the grounds with a thick blanket of snow. Inside the warm chambers of the House of Lee, Minji focused on caring for Siyeon.   

As per the doctor's advice, Siyeon was to remain bedridden until her fractured bones healed. It was a slow and painful process, but the quiet of winter meant Minji could dedicate her time entirely to tending to her wife.  

One cold afternoon, Minji gently helped Siyeon sit up in bed, propping pillows behind her to make sure she was comfortable. Siyeon grunted at the discomfort, but didn’t complain. Minji placed a tray of warm food on the bedside table, carefully ladling out the soup into a bowl.  

"Would you like to eat by yourself, or would you like me to feed you?" Minji asked, her voice soft but thoughtful.  

Siyeon’s immediate instinct was to say she’d eat on her own. She was a knight, after all, and her pride dictated that she could take care of herself. But as her eyes met Minji's, she hesitated. After months of battles, near-death experiences, and that lonely stretch of time apart from her wife, Siyeon found herself craving the gentle care she hadn't realized she needed.  

"Is it... okay if you could feed me?" Siyeon asked quietly, her voice almost unsure.  

Minji smiled warmly, glad for this moment of closeness. "Of course."  

She sat beside Siyeon, carefully lifting a spoonful of soup to her lips. As Siyeon accepted the food, Minji began to talk, her voice light and soothing in the stillness of the room. "You know, when my sister Yoohyeon was sick, I used to do this for her too. I fed her every meal until she was well enough to jump out of bed and run around like nothing had happened."  

Siyeon listened quietly as Minji continued to recount the story, describing how Yoohyeon had been an energetic child, always getting into trouble. Her voice was gentle, her smile soft. The knight, though typically focused on more practical matters, found herself captivated by the small details Minji shared. She watched Minji closely, more aware than ever of the warmth in her voice and the care in her actions.  

In this quiet, intimate space, Siyeon began to notice the little things about Minji.  

Her delicate features, her graceful movements, and the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about her family. Siyeon remembered Dami’s teasing remark from a while ago—that the woman Siyeon had randomly chosen had turned out to be a real beauty. Now, sitting here, it struck her just how true that was. But it wasn’t just Minji’s appearance that captivated her—it was the warmth in her presence.  

Minji paused mid-spoonful and caught Siyeon’s gaze lingering on her. "You’ve been staring at me for a while," she said with a curious smile. "Is something on your mind?"  

Siyeon blinked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She glanced away, trying to collect herself, but the vulnerability in this moment was different from what she was used to. She hesitated, then decided to be honest with her feelings.  

"I think…" Siyeon started slowly, her voice low. "I think I'm just really lucky to have chosen you as my wife."  

Minji’s heart skipped a beat at Siyeon’s unexpected words. Her cheeks warmed, and she bit her lip, feeling the sudden rush of emotion. She hadn’t expected Siyeon to say something like that. There had been so much distance between them since the beginning, so many walls. But now, it felt as if those walls were beginning to crumble, and for the first time, Siyeon’s true feelings were starting to show.  

Minji smiled, her heart thumping in her chest as she reached for another spoonful. "I'm lucky too," she whispered, feeding Siyeon another bite, her voice softer than before.  

Later that evening, as the cold winter winds howled outside, Minji prepared to help Siyeon with a bath. The doctor had mentioned it was important to keep Siyeon’s wounds clean and to relieve the tension in her muscles as she recovered. Siyeon, of course, protested the idea of needing help, but she wasn’t in a position to argue too much.  

“I can do it myself,” Siyeon grumbled, her cheeks flushing as Minji approached to help her undress.  

Minji chuckled softly, finding the sight of Siyeon—who had faced dragons, monsters, and fierce battles—now embarrassed over something as simple as being bathed, endearing. "I’m just trying to help," she said, her voice light with amusement. “Besides, you’re still injured. Let me take care of you.”  

Siyeon’s blush deepened, but she gave in, grumbling under her breath as Minji gently removed her clothing, undoing the bandages that were wrapped around her torso. Despite Siyeon’s strength, her body was covered in bruises and healing scars. Every movement was slow and deliberate, and Minji could see Siyeon trying to hide how much pain she was truly in.  

With utmost care, Minji helped guide Siyeon into the warm bath. The heat of the water made Siyeon wince at first, but soon her muscles began to relax. Minji couldn’t help but smile as she noticed how small and vulnerable the once-strong knight seemed in this moment. It wasn’t that Siyeon had lost her fierceness, but seeing her like this—flushed, embarrassed, and clearly out of her comfort zone—made Minji feel a sense of tenderness for her wife.  

“You’re blushing,” Minji teased softly, as she knelt beside the tub.  

Siyeon turned her face away, but Minji caught the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I’m not,” Siyeon muttered, though she clearly was.  

Minji let the silence linger for a moment before she picked up a soft cloth, dipping it into the water. She began to soap Siyeon’s back, her movements gentle and deliberate, making sure to avoid the areas where Siyeon was still healing. Slowly, she worked her way up to Siyeon’s shoulders, massaging lightly as she applied the soap.  

Her fingers soon found their way to Siyeon’s hair, short and damp from the bath. Minji poured some water over her head, her fingers moving through the strands, massaging Siyeon’s scalp gently. Despite how little hair Siyeon had, the knight leaned back slightly, closing her eyes as if savoring the sensation. The tension in her body seemed to melt away under Minji’s touch.  

“Maybe this isn’t so bad after all...” Siyeon mumbled, her voice relaxed.  

Minji smiled as she continued. “I told you it helps.”  

As Minji moved to Siyeon’s arms, she noticed the scars etched into her skin, marks of battles fought and won. Her fingers traced the ridges of a particularly long scar along Siyeon’s forearm.   

“You have so many of these,” she said softly, her voice filled with both curiosity and concern. “Where did this one come from?”  

Siyeon opened her eyes slightly, glancing at the scar before speaking, her tone growing more animated as she explained. “That one was from a fight with a wyvern. It was fast, and its claws—those things are sharper than you’d think. But I caught it right under the wing, and that was its weak spot. One good strike and it went down.”  

Minji listened intently as she continued to wash Siyeon’s arms, moving from scar to scar. Each one seemed to have a story, and Siyeon’s voice grew more passionate with each retelling. She described the creatures she had faced, the strategy behind her every move, and how she had outwitted or overpowered them, despite the odds. From trolls to direwolves, Siyeon had encountered them all.  

As Minji rubbed the soap along Siyeon’s skin, she couldn’t help but admire the depth of her wife’s dedication to her craft. These weren’t just scars—they were the embodiment of Siyeon’s pride and honor as a knight. The way Siyeon spoke, with such conviction and enthusiasm, made Minji realize just how much fighting meant to her.  

“I had no idea how much this life meant to you,” Minji said quietly, her fingers still working gently over Siyeon’s skin. “I mean, I always knew you were passionate, but hearing it from you now... I understand it better.”  

Siyeon’s expression softened as she looked at Minji. “It’s all I’ve ever known,” she admitted. “It’s my purpose. Fighting, protecting others, it’s... what I’m good at. And I’ve always thought that was enough.”  

Minji’s hands stilled for a moment as their eyes met. The two of them were suddenly so close, their faces inches apart, the warm steam from the bath swirling between them. Siyeon’s damp hair clung to her skin, her sharp features softened in the candlelight.   

Minji could feel the tension thickening, her heartbeat quickening as her eyes drifted to Siyeon’s lips.  

For a brief, breathless moment, it felt as though time had stopped. Neither of them spoke. Siyeon’s gaze flickered to Minji’s mouth, and Minji’s pulse pounded in her ears. Her skin tingled, flushed from both the warmth of the bath and the growing tension between them. Minji wondered if Siyeon could hear how loud her heart was beating.  

But just as the moment seemed to stretch endlessly, Siyeon suddenly cleared her throat, breaking the silence. She shifted slightly, turning her head away, the spell between them shattering.   

“T-there are a lot of things I’m not good at,” Siyeon said, her tone smooth but her voice quieter than usual, as though she were trying to divert her own thoughts. “Like... running the estate, for example. You’ve done far better than I ever could.”  

Minji blinked, the spell broken but her heart still racing. She quickly sat back, gathering her composure, though her skin still felt warm—warmer than just the bathwater could explain. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to calm the rush of emotions that had flared up in that brief moment.  

“I... I’m just doing what I can to help,” Minji replied, her voice slightly unsteady as she listened to Siyeon. Her hands, which had been gently massaging Siyeon’s scalp, returned to washing her arms, but the lingering warmth between them hadn’t disappeared entirely.  

---  

Minji gently tucks Siyeon into bed, pulling the covers up with careful attention, as though tending to the knight’s broken body is second nature now.   

She turns to leave, but before she can step away, Siyeon’s hand hesitates—fingers grazing Minji’s wrist for just a second. The knight, always so sure in battle, suddenly looks unsure of herself. Her hand retreats as quickly as it reached out, and for a moment, she stares at the ceiling, lips pressed together. Minji watches, her heart swelling with an odd mix of tenderness and curiosity.  

"Siyeon?" Minji asks softly, her voice a warm whisper in the quiet room.  

Siyeon sighs, struggling with something deep inside. She finally meets Minji’s gaze, but her eyes are vulnerable in a way Minji has never seen before. "I don’t know where to start," Siyeon admits, her voice quieter than usual, the usual confidence missing.  

Minji takes a step closer, feeling something heavy in the air between them. "What do you mean?"  

Siyeon’s gaze drifts to the amulet hanging around Minji’s neck—the same one her mother had once given her for protection. The knight’s lips twitch into a brief smile, her eyes softening. "That amulet… it suits you. I don’t want it back," she says, almost as if reassuring herself. "It looks right on you."  

Minji touches the amulet lightly, surprised. "You gave it to me for safekeeping," she says, but she can see that the gesture now means something deeper to Siyeon.  

Siyeon’s expression becomes thoughtful. "When I was away… when we were fighting, it made me realize that—" She pauses, struggling with her words. "I’ve never been good at… talking. Or sharing what’s going on inside me. All I’ve known is fighting. I’ve always thought that was enough." She laughs, though it’s a bit strained. "But now… now it’s not."  

Minji’s heart tightens as she listens. Siyeon, the woman who had once seemed so distant, so impossibly strong, is slowly unraveling her emotional armor.  

"Being away made me think of you a lot," Siyeon continues, her eyes searching Minji’s face as if looking for answers she can’t find on her own. "I realized I didn’t want to just fight or just survive anymore. I want more than that." She nods toward the amulet again, then shifts her gaze to Minji’s hand resting on the bedframe. "I want to… I want us to talk more. To be more open. I want to try."  

Minji, who had remained silent up until now, feels a warmth spreading through her chest at hearing Siyeon’s honest confession. She takes a deep breath, knowing this is a big step for her reserved wife. "You already are," Minji says softly.  

Siyeon gives a small, tentative smile but still looks uneasy. "I don’t know how to do this. I’m not used to needing anyone, let alone… wanting this ." Her fingers lightly brush against the blanket before she meets Minji’s gaze again. "But I want to do this with you."  

Minji feels her heart thump at those words. It’s the first time Siyeon has acknowledged that she truly wants something beyond duty and honor. "We can work this out together" she says reassuringly.  

A beat of silence stretches between them. It’s not uncomfortable, but heavy with unspoken feelings. Siyeon looks down at her hands, then back at Minji, her voice almost a whisper. "I know it might seem strange, but… would it be alright if I held your hand?"  

Minji’s heart skips a beat. She never expected Siyeon, the fierce knight to ask something so vulnerable, so simple.   

But it feels like the most important question in the world.  

Siyeon quickly adds, "Not just once. I mean… whenever I feel like it. I’ve spent so many years telling myself to handle everything on my own. But… when I was little, I was never like that. I used to hold my mother’s hand all the time. I was always asking for affection."  

She glances down, her voice softer now, as though sharing a secret she’s long kept hidden. "I always cuddled with my mother, asked my father for piggyback rides, gave kiss cheeks to my family. But I haven’t let myself do that for so long or rather...I’ve forgotten and yearned for that warmth."  

Hearing this, Minji’s breath hitches, touched by this deeper glimpse into Siyeon’s past. Siyeon had once been that affectionate, that free with her love. The thought of Siyeon, always carrying the weight of being a knight, always shouldering her burdens alone, tugs at Minji’s heart.  

Minji reaches out slowly, her hand hovering just above Siyeon’s. "You don’t need to ask for permission to hold my hand, Siyeon," she says, her voice soft but firm. "You’re my wife. You can hold my hand whenever you want. Whenever you need."  

Siyeon’s gaze lingers on Minji, taking in the weight of her words. There’s a moment of hesitation before she reaches out, fingers brushing against Minji’s. When their hands finally intertwine, Siyeon looks down at their joined hands, her usual confidence melting into a vulnerable, shy smile. Minji can’t help but giggle at the sight. It’s endearing—seeing the stoic, brave knight become so tender.  

Siyeon chuckles softly, her voice barely a whisper. "What’s so funny?"  

"Nothing," Minji says, her laughter fading into a fond smile. "I just... didn’t expect this from you."  

Siyeon tilts her head, curious but still bashful. "What do you mean?"  

Minji’s eyes soften, and she takes a breath before speaking. "It’s just... I remember the first time we met. You told me I wasn’t here to serve you, that I could do whatever I wanted. That struck me more than I realized back then."  

Siyeon listens, her brow furrowing as she tries to recall the moment.   

Minji continues, her tone a mix of gratitude and reflection. "All my life, I’ve been taught to be obedient, to follow the rules, especially when it comes to marriage. But you—you never treated me like an object. You cared about how I felt, even if you didn't say much about it."  

Siyeon’s eyes soften as she squeezes Minji’s hand gently. "I never wanted you to feel trapped with me. Even when we were forced into this... I wanted you to be free, Minji. To live how you want, even if it meant leaving."  

Minji smiles, her heart warming at Siyeon’s sincerity. "But I didn’t want to leave, Siyeon. I just didn’t know how to be anything other than what I was taught. But you...you’ve shown me that it doesn’t have to be like that."  

Siyeon looks up at Minji, her expression serious, but her eyes are soft. "I’ve always been good at fighting, at protecting others. But with you... I’m still learning what it means to care, to open up. I want to be better for you."  

Minji’s heart swells with emotion, and she nods, touched by Siyeon’s honesty. "You don’t have to do it all at once. We’ll take it one step at a time." She pauses, her eyes flicking to the amulet still hanging around her neck. "And you’ve already given me more than you know."  

Siyeon’s eyes follow Minji’s gaze to the amulet, a flicker of realization crossing her face. "The amulet..." Siyeon murmurs. "It was my mother’s favorite. She gave it to me, and now, I gave it to you because it just felt right.”  

Minji reaches up, fingers brushing the amulet lightly before turning her gaze back to Siyeon. "And now it carries a very special meaning... because it came from you."  

Siyeon blushes at Minji’s words, her usual composed demeanor cracking under the weight of emotion. Minji giggles softly, finding the sight of her strong knight flustered in such a way to be quite charming.  

As their hands remain locked together, Minji can feel a slight tremble in Siyeon’s grip—a sign of hesitation and nervousness.   

Siyeon takes a deep breath, her eyes flicking down before meeting Minji's gaze again, and softly says, “I have one more request, but if it’s too much, please feel free to say no.”  

Minji’s curiosity piques, and she tilts her head slightly. “What is it?” she asks, her tone gentle.  

Siyeon swallows, her grip on Minji’s hand tightening as if grounding herself. “Could we... maybe sleep together tonight?” she asks, her voice faltering, “Not in any sort of... intimate way—” she quickly adds, her words tumbling out in a rush as her cheeks flush crimson. “I just mean... it’s cold, you know? And it’s warmer when there’s someone else next to you.”  

Minji’s lips curl into a smile that grows wider with each passing second. The idea of the fierce knight, once so distant and formidable, now reduced to a stammering, nervous wreck over something as simple as a cuddle, is absolutely endearing to her.  

In the eyes of the world, Siyeon was the epitome of strength and control. But here, within the walls of their home, in front of Minji, Siyeon was far from that image—she was vulnerable, uncertain, and surprisingly affectionate once her guard was down.  

Minji nods, her smile bright as she answers, “Of course, Siyeon.” She can’t help but chuckle at the nervous excuse Siyeon had made about the cold, though the knight clearly just wanted to be close.  

As Minji carefully climbs into the bed beside her, her heart starts to race. This was something new for them. The closeness was unfamiliar, but Minji found herself enjoying the newness of it, even as her own nervousness fluttered in her chest.   

She settles beside Siyeon, adjusting the blanket to cover them both. Siyeon, still shy and uncertain, scoots closer, allowing herself to relax as she feels the warmth of Minji’s body against her own.  

Once Siyeon finds a comfortable position in Minji’s arms, she lets out a deep, contented sigh, feeling more at peace than she had in a long time. “Is this okay?” Minji asks softly, her voice filled with concern as she glances at Siyeon.  

But Siyeon doesn’t respond. When Minji leans in closer to check, she finds that Siyeon has already fallen asleep—her breathing steady and peaceful, her face resting softly against Minji's shoulder.  

Minji’s heart melts at the sight. Siyeon, the knight who faced dragons without a hint of fear, was now asleep in her arms, so vulnerable and at ease. A tender smile forms on Minji’s lips as she carefully brushes a strand of hair away from Siyeon’s face, her fingers gently tracing the edge of her cheek.  

“Good night, Siyeon,” Minji whispers, her voice barely audible, filled with warmth.  

She allows herself to relax as she watches Siyeon’s peaceful slumber. And so, Minji closes her eyes, still holding Siyeon close, and drifts into sleep herself, their hands intertwined, their breaths synchronized, and the once icy distance between them melting away with each soft beat of their hearts.  

---  

As the days passed, Siyeon’s recovery progressed beautifully under Minji’s tender care. Each morning, Minji would help her stretch and practice gentle movements, celebrating every little achievement.   

With Minji’s encouragement, Siyeon slowly began taking her first tentative steps around the estate. The first time she managed to climb down the stairs on her own, she felt an exhilarating rush of triumph.  

“Did you see that?” Siyeon exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she reached the bottom step. “I did it! I really did it!”  

Minji clapped her hands in delight, a broad smile lighting up her face. “You were amazing, Siyeon! I knew you could do it!”  

Siyeon’s grin widened, and she felt a warm glow of happiness in Minji’s presence. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental, a testament to the progress she was making each day. They celebrated with a small feast in the kitchen, laughter filling the air as they shared stories—Minji’s childhood adventures and Siyeon’s wild tales from her time as a knight.  

The ice between them had completely melted.   

They became more communicative, sharing their dreams, fears, and everything in between. Minji would often recount the small joys of her life before their marriage, tales that included her mischievous sister Yoohyeon and the adventures they shared as children. Siyeon would tell Minji about the harrowing battles she had fought, the monsters she had encountered, and the bonds she had formed with her fellow knights.  

“I still remember the first monster I faced,” Siyeon would say, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. “I was terrified, but my comrades had my back. We fought as a team, and the thrill of victory was something I’d never forget.”  

And just like that, Siyeon was back in full shape.   

She was brimming with energy and excitement, determined to embrace her life as a knight again.  

Despite the heavy snowfall blanketing the ground, she stepped outside one morning, dressed in her training gear, ready to practice some sword swings.  

“Siyeon!” Minji called, her voice laced with concern as she rushed to the doorway. “You shouldn’t overwork yourself! It’s freezing out here!”  

Siyeon turned, a silly grin spreading across her face, her spirit unyielded by the cold. “But I can finally fight again! Look!” She dashed across the snowfield, kicking up powdery flakes that danced in the air like tiny diamonds, laughter bubbling from her lips.   

The pure joy on her face was contagious.  

Minji couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling as she watched Siyeon move with such carefree delight. There was something so endearing about this side of Siyeon—the strong knight was now a playful child at heart, celebrating the freedom of movement that had been taken from her for so long.  

“Just be careful!” Minji shouted after her, a smile firmly planted on her face despite her worry.  

Siyeon turned again, her eyes shining with mischief. “What’s life without a little risk? Besides, I’m invincible!” She struck a mock-heroic pose, arms outstretched as if ready to take on the world.  

Minji chuckled, feeling her heart thump louder for this knight—her wife—who had brought so much joy and warmth into her life. “Invincible, huh? Just don’t forget to come back inside for some hot soup afterward!”  

“Deal!” Siyeon called back, her voice echoing over the snowy expanse as she twirled, kicking snow into the air.  

---  

Siyeon had fully recovered, her energy returning, and with it, her desire to get back to her usual activities. But this time, she wanted Minji to join her.  

On a fine morning with the snow still blanketing the land outside, Siyeon approached Minji who was quietly reading a book.  

“Do you want to come hunting with me?” Siyeon asked, her voice casual but with a spark of excitement.  

Minji hesitated, glancing out the window as she frowned. The snow was falling heavily again, covering the world in a thick, white layer. “Hunting? In this weather?”  

Siyeon grinned, brushing off Minji’s concern. “It’ll be fine. The snow doesn’t bother me, and I’ll make sure you’re warm enough.”  

Minji’s uncertainty lingered, but she could see the eagerness in Siyeon’s eyes. Finally, after a few moments of thought, she gave in with a small sigh.  

“Alright, I’ll go.”  

A wide smile spread across Siyeon’s face as they got ready. The knight led Minji outside to where her horse, Shadow was waiting at the stable. The large black stallion stood in contrast to the white snow, his breath visible in the cold air.  

Siyeon helped Minji up, guiding her onto the horse with careful hands. Minji felt a flutter of nerves, her hands gripping the reins awkwardly.  

“Don’t worry,” Siyeon said with a soft laugh, seeing Minji’s hesitation. “Shadow doesn’t bite. He’s gentle.”  

Minji shot her a shy look but felt a bit more at ease. Once she was seated, Siyeon mounted the horse in front of her, glancing back with a grin. “You might want to hold on tight.”  

Minji barely had time to react before Shadow took off, and she let out a small scream, instinctively wrapping her arms around Siyeon’s waist. The knight laughed, clearly enjoying Minji’s reaction as the horse galloped through the snow-covered fields.  

“It’s alright!” Siyeon called back over her shoulder, her voice full of amusement. “I’ve got you!”  

Minji clung tightly to her, her heart racing, but she couldn’t help but smile. There was something thrilling about it—riding through the snow, holding onto Siyeon, the wind whipping past them.  

Eventually, they reached the forest. The towering trees loomed above them, their branches weighed down with snow. Siyeon slowed Shadow to a trot, the world around them peaceful and quiet, save for the crunch of snow beneath the horse’s hooves.  

“This is one of my favorite spots,” Siyeon said quietly as they rode deeper into the woods. “There’s a lot of game here, but you have to be careful not to make too much noise.”  

Minji nodded, watching the trees with curiosity, the quiet beauty of the snowy forest calming her nerves. Siyeon, ever the huntress, was alert, her eyes scanning the surroundings.  

Then, suddenly, Siyeon stopped the horse and turned to Minji, putting a finger to her lips, signaling her to be silent. Minji held her breath, her heart pounding again, this time with anticipation.  

Siyeon slipped off the horse with the grace of a practiced hunter. She moved with quiet precision, her steps barely disturbing the snow beneath her feet. Minji watched in awe as Siyeon crept closer to something in the brush. After a few tense moments, Siyeon’s hands darted forward, and when she stood up, she was holding a small, unassuming rabbit.  

Minji’s eyes widened. Siyeon had caught it so easily, without even using a weapon. But what surprised her more was when Siyeon walked back toward her, holding the rabbit gently in her hands.  

“You’re not going to…” Minji began, worried about the fate of the poor creature.  

Siyeon chuckled softly and shook her head. “No, I’m not going to kill it.” She turned the rabbit around, showing it to Minji. “I wasn’t really planning to hunt today.”  

Minji blinked in confusion. “Then…why did we come all the way out here?”  

Siyeon hesitated for a moment, her eyes meeting Minji’s. There was something softer in her expression now, something vulnerable. “I just uh...wanted to have an excuse to get you out here with me,” she admitted. “And…you kind of remind me of a rabbit. Like this one.”  

Minji’s cheeks flushed at the comparison. “A rabbit?”  

Siyeon smiled, her gaze tender as she looked at her. “Yeah. It’s gentle, sweet and cute...like you.”  

Minji’s heart fluttered at the compliment, warmth spreading through her despite the cold. Siyeon gently let the rabbit go, watching as it hopped away into the woods.  

“You could’ve just told me that,” Minji said with a teasing smile, breaking the silence that had settled between them. “You didn’t have to make up a whole excuse about hunting.”  

Siyeon chuckled, a hint of sheepishness in her voice. “I guess I thought it would be easier this way. I’m not great with…being honest about these things.”  

Minji shook her head with a smile, her heart softening at Siyeon’s awkwardness. There was something endearing about how this formidable knight, who could fight dragons and command armies, was suddenly shy and fumbling with her words in front of her.  

“Well, next time, just ask me. I would’ve come with you in a heartbeat.”  

Siyeon hesitated, her expression shifting as if something heavier was on her mind. The soft smile that had been on her lips faded, replaced with a look of seriousness that made Minji’s heart skip a beat.  

“Then… can I ask you something right now?”  

Siyeon’s voice was softer, almost hesitant, and it took Minji aback. She could feel the air around them change, the playful atmosphere growing more intense as Siyeon’s gaze softened.  

Minji nodded, “Sure…”  

Siyeon shifted on her feet, her cheeks flushing pink, not from the cold but from the nerves Minji could see clearly. Her gaze flickered between Minji’s eyes to her lips and then back again as the knight exhaled sharply.  

“Can I… kiss you?”  

Minji’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected that—hadn’t expected Siyeon to ask so boldly, and yet so shyly at the same time. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel warmth flooding her cheeks.  

In all her life, she had never kissed anyone. She had been taught that kisses were reserved for one’s life partner, something sacred and intimate.  

And now, standing in the snow with Siyeon—her wife—it felt different.  

They had been through so much together, and the title of "wife" had grown to mean more than just a label. Siyeon wasn’t just a knight she had been betrothed to out of obligation; she was someone Minji had slowly come to care for deeply. Someone who made her grin like a fool and make her heart flutter in so many ways.  

Minji’s throat felt dry as she swallowed, her nerves making her palms slightly clammy despite the cold. Her eyes searched Siyeon’s face, and all she could see was the same nervousness reflected at her.  

After a moment that felt like it stretched on forever, Minji nodded slowly, her heart pounding so loudly she thought Siyeon might hear it.  

“Yes.”  

Siyeon’s shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, and her lips curved into a shy, almost relieved smile. She took a small step closer, her hand coming up to gently touch Minji’s cheek. Minji’s breath hitched again at the warmth of Siyeon’s hand against her cold skin, and her heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.  

As Siyeon leaned in, their lips brushed together in the softest, most tentative kiss. It was awkward, clumsy even, as neither of them quite knew what they were doing. Their noses bumped slightly, and Siyeon accidentally knocked her forehead against Minji’s, making them both freeze for a moment in surprise.  

They pulled back, and Minji let out a small, breathless laugh. Siyeon’s face was flushed with embarrassment, her hand coming up to rub her forehead. “S-sorry,” she mumbled, looking both embarrassed and amused. “That… wasn’t very smooth. I’ve never uh, kissed anyone before. Only saw my mom and dad doing it.”  

Minji giggled, the sound light and soft. The tension between them dissolved into something warm and playful. “It’s okay,” she said, her heart still racing, but this time with laughter rather than nerves. “It was… nice.”  

Siyeon chuckled, her eyes meeting Minji’s again. There was a tenderness in her gaze that made Minji’s heart swell. “Can I… try again?”  

Minji smiled, the warmth in her chest spreading as she nodded. “Yes.”  

This time, Siyeon leaned in with more confidence, and Minji adjusted her hold on her. Their lips met again, the kiss still soft and shy, but more assured than before. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t have to be. There was something sweet about the imperfection, something real.  

As their lips parted, they lingered close, foreheads touching, both of them breathing softly into the quiet winter air. Siyeon’s hand gently caressed Minji’s cheek, her thumb brushing over her skin as if committing the moment to memory.  

“Better?” Siyeon whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.  

Minji smiled, her heart full. “Much better.”  

In that moment, surrounded by snow and silence, it felt like the world had shifted. This very kiss was a seal to mark the closure to the whirlwind of emotions the two of them had endured. Despite their marriage being a result of a random choice, brought love in the most unexpected ways between Siyeon and Minji.  

Honor and duty    

Fin.    

By XC.