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(/ She perches at the foot of the bed, focused on undoing the ribbon of her own hanbok, just to keep herself from staring at exposed skin ) (/ Despite how well it holds together throughout the day, it never ceases to amaze her how easily the bow comes undone with a simple tug ) (/ Much like a certain princess in her husband’s presence ) (/ Saeyeon returns his gaze briefly as she loosens the swan white, silk top of her dress and shrugs it off her shoulders ) “As if I’d let them have all the fun.” (/ She folds it absently on her lap — the ivory a stark contrast to the deep purple of her skirt — before she looks back at him, the distinct amber of her eyes steady and earnest ) “It isn’t as though I trust anyone but you to follow through.” (/ And it’s true ) (/ Marriage was inevitable, especially considering their arrangement, but certainly not a necessity for her; at least not then ) (/ No one can deny his family’s legacy but in the end, it is Jaeshin who wins her over, not his surname. He — whose patience admittedly outweighs her long-standing skepticism, who defers to her vulnerability with surprising compassion — proves his value. Again and again ) (/ It goes without saying her devotion lies not with her or his families’ names, but solely with him ) (/ And that, perhaps, is what makes her more formidable than god )

(/ Even in their most indulging of moments, there's never been the space to waste time. When every move is just another across the chessboard, the gears are constantly kept turning, their plans forever growing in magnitude. A step ahead by their book can only mean there's a good ten or twenty in queue, in chronological, decisive formation ) "They have no idea what's in store, then." (/ No idea indeed. ) (/ Jaeshin makes his way to their bed in long strides, sits in such a way that her back is still to him ) (/ Their silhouettes are cast over the sheets, crisscrossed and softened at the edges ) (/ She's something else entirely like this, draped in half light, half shadow, alluring all the same ) (/ Gently his fingers start tracing, from the back of her shoulder all the way to her nape, following the soft landscape of skin ) “You’re the only one I believe in without question.” (/ A pause. He finds the ornaments in her hair, one by one, pulls them out slow, watching as long, silky locks cascade down ) (/ In the end, it’ll always be them. In this life, the one before it and in the next. ) “In the end, we only have each other.”

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He hovers for a second, hands tracing featherlight over the screen that separates hallway from bedroom. Her silhouette is apparent, softened and faint at the edges with distance. The wedding festivities continue in full swing somewhere in the night, but all other sounds are drowned out, muffled by the throbbing of his heart, blood rush straight to his ears. It's not uncertainty that has him in a standstill outside rather than heading straight in, on the contrary, his state is one where he's fully aware of the situation.

Whatever was meant to happen tonight, behind closed doors—it'd be anything but. He expects that much, despite the unspoken responsibility of consummation that weighs on both of their shoulders.

Slowly, he slides the door open, then shut once he's fully inside. His eyes move from the floor to where she sat, gaze unwavering. The air is suddenly all too still, as though the entire room was holding its breath.

"Milady?"

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(/ Few things bring her more pleasure than when she is tucked away in her husband’s embrace, giving herself up to her senses and putting her pensive mind at ease ) (/ It’s the sight of him safe and content before her; the low sound of his breath in her ears, soothing as the rhythmic waves of rustling treetops; the weight of his touch, tender and solicitous in the privacy of their bedroom ) (/ In spite of the days that lack a sense of progress, so long as he’s there to hold her by the end of it, she doesn’t mind even the slow weeks — a trait so atypical of the princess from four years prior ) “Then I’m glad you are humble enough for the both of us.” (/ He is both her reality and her fantasy, her rock and her escape, grounded in the privilege of his presence ) (/ She doesn’t discount his statement, but her humility is reserved for when it suits her. Yi Saeyeon is raised on pride, and even his wisdom cannot break decades of tradition ) “And may the gods let them keep their ignorance.” (/ She chuckles, pressing her lips to the base of his neck before pulling away to retrieve their sleepwear and let him finish changing ) (/ Her eyes sharp with acuity as she sets the white clothing on the foot of their bed ) “Blissful, blind lambs are easier to tempt than the likes of you or me.”

(/ By now it's become a bit of a ritual. The sun dipping down below the horizon and then they're alone. Any pretenses they've carefully held up during the day now put to rest, folded back like a partition ) (/ Hard to believe that a pair with such a refined stature like their own would fall victim to such small temptations, but these in turn are blessings in their own right ) (/ If nothing else, it's a gentle reminder that there's still something a little softer, more human behind the rigid exterior, flesh and bone. ) (/ It's only then does head over heart is forgone, even if it's temporary ) (/ And only Yi Saeyeon can effortlessly undo what has been a dogma he's held onto with such might. ) "All right, all right." (/ You win. ) (/ He joins in her laughter, baritone echoing low in a chuckle ) (/ The last of his clothing comes undone, and he's left wearing the basic garments underneath ) “But even then we cannot rely on them alone.” (/ His eyes meet hers ) (/ They may not be gods, but he's always been of the belief that they're something better. Less fickle. Less susceptible to demise ) "We still have yet to play our part."

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(/ There is no point in denying the obvious. ) (/ She purses her lips, muted embarrassment lingering in her occupied fingertips as her skin flushes under the weight of his gaze and candlelight ) (/ Defense is played in the way of subtle intimidation, of re-establishing the scathing dominance that has long since protected her from being cornered by the likes of predatorial men ) (/ With him, it’s taken almost their entire marriage to keep herself from threatening his existence every time he takes her breath away — that even as his wife, she is still an entity who can just as quietly make people disappear ) (/ It’s all a matter of trusting he won’t use her defenselessness to his advantage - therefore, allowing herself the rare freedom of expression ) (/ And giving him the opportunity to do the same ) (/ How disappointed her mother would be ) (/ Saeyeon takes his subtle invitation to melt into his frame, arms snaking around his waist as she smiles against his collarbone ) ”You give youself too little credit, you know.“ (/ A beat. ) ”A future queen knows better than to be an open book.“

(/ The initial uncertainty had been inevitable, to say at the very least: the walls held high on a thinly laid precipice, the state of knowing of each other—nothing more, nothing less ) (/ He likes to believe that all it took was time, the gradual balancing of scales to meet equilibrium ) (/ But to some degree, it's a path paved by good fortune; it's not everyday that lady luck looks upon one so favorably ) (/He takes her in gently, the tip of his nose brushing lightly against her hair ) (/ Her scent is familiar by now, faint and sweet. Like cool summer rain. Water lilies at midnight ) "There's no harm done in being humble." (/ A low hum in agreement ) “Quite unfortunate, really, how very little that’s understood.” (/ Jaeshin grins knowingly, but it's the only silver lining to the far more serious, yet crucial, situation at hand) (/ Neither of them are strangers to the rules of survival—poised and privy to detail, always careful to watch each step) (/ Heaven knows it's worse to even say too much than to say too little, let alone do. Again, it's always been about timing) “Ignorance truly is bliss.”

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(/ Four years ago, imagining the scene before her had been near impossible; life offered too many what-ifs for her to settle so quickly ) (/ Now, she craves nothing else - won’t have anything else. But hindsight is always 20/20 ) (/ Try as she might, memories of herself on her own wedding day elude her, having been too concerned with pleasing her parents to quite fully register the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins ) (/ She’d shown off her pearly whites and a straight spine with her head held high, but never the crippling doubt pulsing underneath her skin or the fear gripping her heart. Yet, with the way he saw through her, detecting that same uncertainty he’d struck into her when they first met should have been humiliatingly easy ) (/ The princess shoots him a pointed look, but nonetheless moves closer to help him undress, nimble fingers tracing along the exquisite fabric of his robes ) “You’ve always been able to read me.” (/ As infuriating as the statement is, it’s true, and she refuses to return his gaze because who in the miserable kingdom could have known her greatest strength and weakness would have manifested in this man? ) “And yet you still choose to taunt me.” (/ There’s no ire in her tone as she gently pulls away at his belt, all reverence and adoration that would surprise even the king and queen )

"And yet you do little to stop me." (/ He tilts his head lazily, the warmth in his gaze palpable as he watches her undo the robe ) (/ The occasion had brought the standard play of smoke and mirrors; they'd done little to evade the illusion. The decadence of the wedding ceremony, the peals of hollow laughter, the white lies slipped beneath their tongues ) (/ But between them alone, it'd been nothing but the quiet unraveling of layers; at the pace of glances: obscured, skin bare, achingly overexposed ) (/ The confessions that would soon be poured over in the dark came at no surprise ) (/ Once perhaps it had frightened him: how much she knew of his vulnerabilities, how very little he understood them on his own ) (/ It's then that he puts both his hands on her shoulders, as though to pull her close.) "I've only been able to read you as much as you've allowed me to." (/ After all, they've always worked at the pattern of reciprocals; filling in, emptying out at even intervals: dawn to dusk, light and shadow. Variations of the same intent, of the same gravitas that keeps them anchored down, together )

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(/ Night falls heavy on their shoulders, the chill of the evening air burrowing into the folds of their elaborate attires and raising goosebumps on fair skin ) (/ Silence reigns throughout their estate as the servants quietly retreat into their quarters after a long day ) (/ She, too, wordlessly accompanies her husband back to their bedroom, side by side rather than her in his footsteps ) (/ Conversations between the husband and wife aren’t normally this scarce beyond the privacy of their room, but her reticence stems more so from the fatigue settling into her bones than a lack of desire to speak ) (/ It’s only a few minutes after the doors slide closed behind them that she says anything ) “Jaeshin.” (/ She’ll never tire of saying his name; it slips like honey off her tongue - the same way she gazes at him, though this time with the slightest hint of apology ) “Tell me I didn’t look like that on our wedding day.”

(/ Funny how everything looksㅡfeelsㅡsofter, more human in the dark. Illuminated by candlelight, their walls are washed over in a muted rose glow. The chirping of crickets is muffled, but unmistakable; a warm white noise in the backdrop ) (/ He stands at the foot of their bed, fingers already tugging at the belt looped over his waist. A part of him wants to forego the effort and call it a night. Weddings, regardless of whose they may be, could hardly be considered a small time affair ) "Saeyeon." (/ It comes slow, her name unspooling from his mouth; all languid and done with ease. And yet what follows is unexpected. His tone doesn’t betray him, but everything else doesㅡhe stops disrobing, eyes flitting up to meet hers, all muted surprise ) (/ Given time’s tendencies to bend and bend, the four years that have passed in between nearly feel like ten. But the memory stays, ever so crystal clear. ) “In what way?” (/ With how tonight had gone, the possibilities are aplentyㅡevery emotion imaginable gone as quickly as it had arrived, in waves. All perfect fodder to feed through the grapevine ) (/ A pause, as though he’s truly contemplating ) “If by that you mean, absolutely devastated, then I don’t know.” (/ There’s a hint of a smile heard somewhere in his voice, teasing ) “I can’t say.”

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Salutations errybody tis I, jaeshin’s mun and you can call me…jaeshin’s mun. It’s been awhile since i’ve seen a sageuk rp so to say i’m excited is an understatement tbh. My app was garbage but I’ll link it right here for reference, along with a general profile aquí. If you want a mini summary on this guy, please continue on below the cut! Don’t have any plots up yet but I’m 100% here for brainstorming so if you wanna plot just give this a like or lemme know through the dm’s and we can get this party started. Cool? Cool

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