Genre: Historical Romance/Royal Fiction/ Political Drama/ War/ Romantic Drama/ Slow Burn Romance/ Arranged Marriage/ Enemies to Lovers
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CHAPTER 1
Year 487 since the Oath of the Seven Seals
Byeonseong
On the night Min Yoon Gi was born, the entire city of Byeonseong stayed awake.
A light rain had begun to fall on the palace rooftops shortly after nightfall, covering the stone courtyards with silvery glints and muffling the sound of the servants’ footsteps as they hurried from one pavilion to another. Inside the royal family’s chambers, the lamps remained lit, but no one could sleep—for on that night, it was not merely a child who would be born, but the future heir to the most important country of recent years.
When his first cry was finally heard through the paper-thin walls adorned with vivid golden designs reminiscent of ancient prophecies, the servants waiting on the other side of the door bowed their heads. The royal physicians exchanged looks of relief, realizing that after several years of struggling to produce a healthy heir, they had finally succeeded. The ladies-in-waiting began preparing the announcements to be sent before dawn to the king and all his subjects. And, somewhere in the capital, the palace bells rang out to mark the arrival of a new life.
Lady Park, his mother, was only able to hold him in her arms for a few seconds before the ladies-in-waiting snatched him away to take him to be presented to the Queen Mother. He was small. Too small to bear the weight of his birth. His fists were clenched, and his face was still flushed from the effort of coming into the world. His eyes remained closed, oblivious to the voices talking about him, to the names of his ancestors, and to the future that others had already begun to write on his behalf.
The Queen Mother watched him in silence; for a few long seconds she said nothing, and all the servants held their breath in that room. After a few minutes, she decided to reach out one of her hands toward the tiny baby, who had been alive in this new world for only a few minutes, and gently brushed the child’s small hand. Yoon Gi’s tiny fingers closed around one of his grandmother’s fingers.
“He has a strong grip,” murmured the queen’s first lady, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere in the room.
The Queen Mother’s lips remained sealed; she did not utter a single word. She stood there watching the newborn for a long time, noting the baby’s strong grip. Perhaps, for a moment, she did not see the heir. She saw only a child. A child who did not yet know that one day thousands of people would bow their heads before him. A child who did not yet know that every decision he made would have consequences far beyond the walls of that palace. A child who could still cry without anyone considering him weak.
The Queen Mother gently pried open the little grip and slowly withdrew her hand.
“May the heavens have mercy on him,” she said at last.
No one knew if she was speaking as a sovereign… or as a woman.
That very night, as the bells announced his birth, the scribes began to record his name in the imperial documents.
Min Yoon Gi.
Son of the Crown. The heir to Jeong-Hwa. A life that, from his very first breath, belonged to something far greater than himself.
The next morning, imperial banners fluttered over the entire city. The news spread through the capital and then throughout the kingdom. Lamps were lit in the temples. Rumors were shared in the markets. Toasts were made in the homes of the great clans. And in the halls where men discussed politics, some began to wonder what kind of king that child would become.
But Yoon Gi knew nothing of any of this. He slept oblivious to the alliances that would one day depend on him, oblivious to the enemies he had not yet met, oblivious to the crown that had already begun to claim him.
During his early years, the palace tried to shield him from reality. But the Celestial Palace was not a place where innocence could last very long.
Year 492
Min Yoon Gi opened his eyes beneath the palace’s gilded ceilings. From the moment he took his first breath, he no longer belonged to himself. Before he had even learned to write his own name, he was already expected to bear the weight of his ancestors’ names. Before he understood what it meant to be king, he had learned that every pair of eyes could become a judge.
The palace was his first home but also his first school. At the age of five, Yoon Gi was already spending the early hours of every morning seated at a low cypress wood table, his legs carefully crossed and his back straight. Before him lay an inkwell, a bamboo brush, and a sheet of rice paper.
“Again,” the teacher repeated for the fifth time.
The young heir looked at the character he had just written. Too much ink had pooled in one of the strokes again, so the teacher, his tone growing increasingly serious, seemed to lose a little more patience with each repetition.
“I made a mistake,” Yoon Gi replied, embarrassed.
His calligraphy teacher didn't answer him. He simply slid another fresh sheet of paper in front of him. Yoon Gi took a deep breath. He dipped the brush in the ink again. This time, he held his hand more firmly. The brush descended. One small stroke, then another. The room remained silent except for the soft rustling of the bristles against the paper and the sound of birds in the trees surrounding the garden.
“What are you learning?” asked the teacher.
Yoon Gi looked at the character.
“To write.”
“No.”
The boy looked up at the teacher with a puzzled expression.
“To be patient.”
“Not that either.”
The teacher pointed to the brush.
“To control your hand.”
Then he pointed to his chest.
“And, someday, to control everything behind it.”
Yoon Gi didn’t understand the meaning of those words at the time, but he would years later. In that palace, many corners of which he still didn’t know, even the smallest lessons held a warning. He learned to walk without running. To sit without moving. To listen without interrupting. To bow his head before those of higher rank and to accept the bow of those below him. He learned which cup a minister should use. What distance he should maintain from an ambassador. How long he should remain kneeling during a ceremony. Which words a prince could speak and which should remain unsaid.
Yoon Gi learned at a young age that silence could be an answer. That a glance could become a threat. And that a smile, in the palace, did not always mean happiness. At age six, he began studying the records of his ancestors. At seven, he memorized the names of the ancient kings. At eight, he could recite the fundamental laws of Jeong-Hwa from memory. But it was also at age eight that he discovered a rule that no book bothered to mention.
An heir did not cry—and certainly not in public.
It had happened during a winter ceremony. Yoon Gi had been standing for far too long. His shoes were too tight. His hands had gone numb beneath the sleeves of his ceremonial robe, and the cold had seeped into his bones. But it wasn’t the cold that brought on the tears. He had overheard two ministers arguing just a few steps away. One of them had mentioned his father. The other had said that a weak king could doom an entire kingdom.
Yoon Gi didn’t understand why those words hurt him so much. He only knew that they did. When the ceremony ended, he quickly withdrew to one of the palace’s side corridors. There, far from the ministers’ eyes, he allowed himself to cry. He thought no one had seen him, but he was wrong.
The Queen Mother was waiting for him. She had no escort. She wore no jewelry. Just a dark hanbok and that serene expression that Yoon Gi had learned to fear more than any scream.
“Why are you crying?” she asked in her characteristic serious voice.
Yoon Gi lowered his head.
“I’m cold,” he lied, not daring to look her in the eye.
The Queen Mother watched him for a few seconds.
“Don’t lie to me,” she continued in a slightly colder tone.
The boy pressed his lips together, stifling a small sob.
“They’ve been talking about my father.”
“I know.”
“They said that…” His voice broke, and he tried to hold it back, though tears continued to fall silently from his eyes. “They said he might be a weak king.”
The Queen Mother remained motionless. For a moment, something resembling sadness flashed across her eyes. But it vanished so quickly that the boy thought he had imagined it.
“And that’s why you’re crying,” she replied thoughtfully.
Yoon Gi nodded without saying another word, his eyes fixed on the floor. She stepped closer. She knelt in front of him and carefully smoothed the collar of his tunic.
“Listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you, Yoon Gi.”
The boy finally looked up at her.
“One day, everyone will want to know how you feel.”
She paused.
“Your ministers. Your enemies. Your allies. Even those who swear to love you.”
Yoon Gi didn’t understand what the Queen Mother meant by those words; he didn’t grasp how they related to what he’d just heard about his father, and he felt frustrated.
“So what should I do?” he replied after several long minutes during which he’d been lost in his thoughts.
The Queen Mother held his gaze.
“Don’t let them.”
“Why?”
“Because the day they know exactly what can hurt you, they’ll know exactly where to strike.”
Yoon Gi stopped crying. Not because he had stopped feeling pain, but because he had just learned that showing it could turn it into a weapon for others. Finally, the Queen Mother straightened up again, resuming her role.
“Remember who you are.”
“I am the crown prince.”
“No.”
Yoon Gi frowned slightly. She looked at him sternly.
“You are the future king of Jeong-Hwa.”
The boy remained silent.
“And a future king cannot afford to be just a child.”
That phrase left a much deeper impression on him than any calligraphy lesson ever could. From that day on, Yoon Gi began to hide his tears.
Then he learned to hide his anger. Later, his fear. And finally, even his joy. Every emotion that appeared on his face was corrected before it could become a weakness. Every day, everyone told him that this was how he was supposed to act.
“Keep your back straight.”
“Hold your head high.”
“Don’t look away.”
“Don’t answer too quickly.”
“Don’t answer too slowly.”
“Think before you speak.”
“And above all, never let them know what you’re thinking.”
And Yoon Gi obeyed without complaint; in the end, he always obeyed.
At the age of ten, he began his sword training. The training courtyard was covered with a thin layer of snow when he received his first wooden sword. It was too big for him. He held it with both hands. Standing before him was the royal instructor, a man who had served three generations of the imperial family.
“A sword isn’t just for killing,” said the man, whose hair was quite gray.
Yoon Gi nodded.
“It’s for protection,” he replied in the monotone he had learned to use with everyone.
The instructor shook his head.
“It’s for making decisions.”
Without a second thought, the instructor struck him; that first blow sent him tumbling to the ground. Yoon Gi got back up without saying a word. The second blow split the skin on his palm, but he didn’t cry out. The third knocked him off balance, and he got back up again.
From a nearby gallery, the Queen Mother watched in silence alongside her ladies-in-waiting. She didn’t intervene. She didn’t comfort him. Yoon Gi realized then that no one would come to help him up. He would have to do it himself.
That was how he learned another lesson. Pain could be endured. Fear could be hidden. Loneliness could be turned into discipline. And if one day he were to sit on the throne, he would have to master all three.
But there was something the Queen Mother could not teach him. Something no teacher could correct. Something Yoon Gi did not yet know would one day become his greatest weakness.
His heart.
Because, despite everything he had been taught, Yoon Gi was still just a child. He still found refuge in the gardens when no one was looking for him. He still gazed at the golden carp in the ponds. He still looked up at the palace rooftops and wondered what it would be like to live in a place where no one knew his name.
And on some nights, when the corridors were empty and the lamps began to go out one by one, he would slip away to the garden near Lady Park’s palace to gaze at the sky. There, he could breathe. There, he wasn’t the heir. He wasn’t the king’s son. He wasn’t the future ruler.
He was simply Yoon Gi.
Until one night, as he watched the moon reflected on the pond, he heard footsteps behind him.
“I knew I’d find you here.”
Yoon Gi turned around, a little frightened that someone had discovered him during the little free time he allowed himself.
Kim Tae Sung was standing at the edge of the path. He was the son of the first officer of the royal guard; they had crossed paths before during training, though they had never exchanged a word. Tae Sung was only a few months younger than him, though his gaze already held a seriousness uncharacteristic of his age.
“Have you been looking for me?”
“No. But I knew where you’d be.” Tae Sung stepped closer to him.
Yoon Gi turned his gaze back to the pond.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he replied seriously.
“Neither should you,” Tae Sung replied quickly, letting out a small chuckle.
The prince smiled. It was a small, genuine smile. One of the few he still had left. Tae Sung finally sat down beside him; for a few minutes, neither of them said a word. Yoon Gi felt he didn’t need to explain why he had run away. Tae Sung didn’t ask either. That was perhaps the first time Yoon Gi realized there was a different kind of companionship—one that didn’t require words, didn’t demand perfection.
Over time, Kim Tae Sung would become his training partner, his shield, his confidant, and—long before either of them could understand it—the brother that fate had chosen for him.
But that night, they were just two children sitting under the moon. Two children who didn’t yet know how much the future would demand of them.
Not far from the palace, another girl was also learning to become someone she wasn’t. While Yoon Gi was learning to bear the weight of a crown he hadn’t yet worn, Seo Yeon was learning to wear a smile she didn’t always feel.
Genre: Historical Romance/Royal Fiction/ Political Drama/ War/ Romantic Drama/ Slow Burn Romance/ Arranged Marriage/ Enemies to Lovers
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Introduction
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PROLOGUE
"A kingdom is not born when a king ascends the throne. It is born when a people decide that tomorrow is worth protecting."
The words were written in bold calligraphy across a yellowed parchment, hidden among the oldest shelves of the Imperial Archives. No scholar could remember who had penned them. Some believed they were the work of the First King; others claimed they had been written by a nameless monk who had never descended from the mountains. Their true author had long since been lost to time.
But their truth had not.
For a kingdom is never sustained by armies, walls, or crowns alone. It endures through the memory of those willing to sacrifice part of their own lives so that others may live in peace.
That was what Jeonghwa had become. Not merely a land bounded by mountains, rivers, and seas. Not merely a dynasty. Not merely a succession of kings whose names would one day be carved into stone before fading from memory. Jeonghwa was a promise. The promise that order could triumph over chaos. The promise that justice would endure even when men failed. The promise that duty would always outweigh desire. Generation after generation inherited that promise—not only as a treasure, but also as a burden.
Two centuries before the birth of Min Yoon Gi and Seo Yeon, when the scars of civil war still marred the land and rival clans fought over every valley and fortress, one man altered the fate of the Kingdom of Jeonghwa. His name was Bon Hwa. He never sought to conquer the world. He sought only to stop his own from tearing itself apart. After decades of bloodshed, he united the seven great clans beneath a single banner and forged the agreement that would forever reshape history: The Oath of the Seven Seals.
By its terms, the Crown would govern the kingdom. The Council would uphold its laws. The leaders of the great clans would retain their influence, provided they never threatened the unity of the realm—for together, they had become one nation.
For generations, that covenant was celebrated as the dawn of an age of peace. Yet every balance is a rope stretched over an abyss. And the longer it remains unbroken, the more devastating its collapse becomes. In Jeonghwa, there were truths no one ever questioned. That a person's word was worth more than gold. That family endured beyond death. That dishonor could be inherited as surely as a surname. That duty always came before happiness. No one was forced to believe these principles. They were simply born into them. From emperor to peasant, everyone paid the same invisible price: surrendering a part of themselves to preserve something greater than their own existence.
At the heart of Jeonghwa stood Byeonseong, a city that seemed built to defy the passage of time. Sheltered by ancient mountains and embraced by the gentle waters of the Cheong River, the capital was far more than the kingdom's political center. It was a reflection of its greatness, its pride... and its contradictions. At first light, the deep tolling of temple bells announced the city's awakening. The great stone gates slowly opened, and life poured into the streets. The scent of freshly steamed rice mingled with hot tea and the damp timber of craftsmen's workshops, while merchants, artisans, and travelers filled the marketplaces long before the sun had climbed above the city walls. Inside the administrative halls, scribes sharpened their brushes and prepared their ink to record every decree, every birth, every harvest, and every sentence passed.
In Byeonseong, the history of the kingdom began to be written before dawn had fully broken.
As evening descended, the city revealed another face. Thousands of lanterns illuminated its streets, bridges, and courtyards, transforming the dark rooftops into a sea of golden light. From the surrounding hills, Byeonseong looked like a sky that had fallen to earth. It was breathtaking. Yet those who lived within its walls understood a timeless truth: the most carefully tended gardens often concealed the deadliest secrets. Cities, like people, learn to smile while hiding their deepest wounds. At the center of that carefully crafted perfection stood the Imperial Palace—a place where silence could carry greater weight than words, and every stone bore witness to centuries of history. Nothing existed by chance. Every courtyard marked a transition. Every doorway separated one social rank from another. Every step brought a person closer to—or farther from—power. Even the depth of a bow was governed by traditions passed down through countless generations.
Within the Throne Hall, the king received ambassadors, heard petitions, and signed decrees capable of changing the fate of thousands. The Council Chamber hosted the kingdom's most delicate deliberations, where ministers and advisors debated the cost of preserving a peace as fragile as it was necessary. The Imperial Library safeguarded centuries of knowledge. Treatises on philosophy, medicine, astronomy, military strategy, and poetry rested side by side upon shelves scented by age. Beyond it lay the Imperial Archives—the place where Jeonghwa's true memory endured. There were preserved genealogies, maps, diaries, letters, and sealed decrees. Documents capable of changing the destiny of a single family... or an entire kingdom.
Hidden among wooden pavilions, winding stone paths, and ponds carpeted with lilies lay a place scarcely mentioned in the official chronicles: The Garden of Silence.
It was neither the largest garden within the palace nor the most beautiful.Yet it was the most sacred. No alliances were forged there. No wars were decided. There, kings wept where no one could see. Queens left behind the words they could never speak aloud. Princes came to understand, for the first time, the true weight of the crown. And some discovered—far too late—who they truly were.
For there are truths that can only be heard once the rest of the world has fallen silent.
Jeonghwa spoke through its symbols.
There was no corner of the kingdom that failed to remind its people of who they were... and of everything they stood to lose. The White Tiger watched over the borders, silent guardian of both the land and those who called it home. The Crane taught that even hope requires patience before it can take flight. The Plum Blossom bloomed when winter seemed endless, reminding all that beauty, too, is born from suffering. The Red Pine, steadfast through every season, embodied the resilience of a people who had learned not merely to survive, but to endure. White Jade symbolized the purity of a promise faithfully kept. Deep Blue, reserved solely for the Imperial Family, served as a constant reminder that a crown was never a privilege—it was a responsibility.
They were never mere symbols.
They were promises. Promises carved into the stone of temples. Embroidered upon battle standards. Whispered within the oaths each generation inherited from the last. Promises capable of sustaining a kingdom... or bringing about its ruin. Within those very walls, two souls destined to alter the course of history were born.
For the greatest lie Jeonghwa ever taught its children was that the heart could be governed by the same laws as the Crown.
It never could.
History remembers kings.
But it is the stories of those who dared to defy their fate that truly change the world.
Genre: Historical Romance/Royal Fiction/ Political Drama/ War/ Romantic Drama/ Slow Burn Romance/ Arranged Marriage/ Enemies to Lovers
Introduction
In Jeonghwa, duty was law. Love was a threat.
Some promises hold a kingdom together.
Others have the power to tear it apart.
Min Yoon Gi was born heir to a crown he never wanted. Seo Seo-yeon grew up knowing that one day her freedom would be traded for her family's future.
When a political marriage binds their lives together, neither expects anything more than a lifetime of quiet resentment.
Instead, they become each other's only refuge.
But love has a price.
And in Jeonghwa, every debt must be paid.
As war gathers beyond the northern border, betrayals take root within the palace walls, and long-buried secrets threaten the future of the kingdom, Yoon Gi and Seo-yeon discover that even the brightest stars can lose their sky.
Some stories are about kings.
Others reveal why an entire kingdom was never the same again.
Because when the heart defies the crown, it doesn't just change a single destiny.
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After the clases of the university, my brother Taehyung and his friend Jungkook and me reunite on the exit because we have to do a new plan for our last semester, Taehyung suggest to go to our house because our parents are working all these week till midnight. When we arrive to our home, Taehyung and I go to the kitchen where we saw the note that our mother lend us up there on the fridge, this note said that we have to buy all the groceries that we where to eat this week because they wouldn’t have time to do the errands.
When we saw that note Taehyung was the first to suggest that he was in charge because he is the older but I’m her sister and i know that he didn’t want to help to do the homework that our worst teacher sent us to do.
When he left, I went to the room of my brother where Jungkook was putting all his things to get comfortable before we start to do the homework.
-Jungkook we have a... ¿problem?
When i said this words he look up of his phone looking very lost.
- We have a... ¿problem? Why we have a problem honey?
-We have a problem because my brother and your best friend had decide to avoid all his responsabilities with the homework and go out to do the shopping of the week.
-And you see that like a big problem to us? Because I don’t think that is that big because we can spent the time in other thing… you know we didn’t have a lot of time this last month and I tink that we don’t will have another oportunity like this in weeks...
-Are you relly serious? we have to finish this work or... You really only tink about that things, don’t you?
-Honey we didn’t spend a lot of time alone in weeks, don’t tell me that you don’t want to do it because we know that is a lie.
When he was telling me that last sentece he was walking on my direction and when he was on my side, he just pull me to him and start to kiss me on my neck.
-Come on honey, we know that you can’t wait to this, but first we have to go to your room and close the door before your brother return and bothered us.
When we arrive to my room ,He quickly unbuckled his jeans, and then slid my skirt down to my ankles. He then pushed to my bed and he start to kiss me on my thigs and slip his tonge into my moist folds. I stuttured out a small moan.
-Did you like that? Did you like having me finger you with my silky thong?
I continude to moan, my cries only getting more louder than the last and I stuttured.
-Y--y-yes.
He then moved slipped two of his bigs fingers inside me. I felt how my walls start to stretching to accept the length of his fingers.
-What did you say Honey?
-I said y-yes.
When i said that he slipped a third finger and then I was wailing my head off. My first orgasm of the evenning was about to rip through all my body but before that he took all of his three fingers out.
-If you want to have that orgasm you will have to beg me to fuck you honey.
-Really Jungkook, just do it.
I begged him. When he saw me like that he reached his pants and pulled out his long and big erection.
-Alrigth Honey, but if i hear you to stop moaning at any time as i fuck you, I’m going to stop.
I watched in amazement as he teased my hole, and then gasped loudly when he slammed into me without a warning. His sack slapping against my ass, as he grunted and thrust into my deep, soaked, pussy. His length filled my hole , as i felt him strtch my walls more and more.
- Now turn around and get on all fours! I'm sure you know what doggy style is, right Honey?
When i didn’t respond , he slapped my ass and then he grabbed by my hair and pulled me to him so my mouth was on his dick.
- You will have to receive a punishment because you didn’t respond to my petition, so you will have to suck me Honey.
Then I beggan to bobbing my head back and forth very slowly to tease him, when I saw his pleasure i beggan to do it more quickest.
-Honey, I’m going to cum.
When he said that last words i felt how he exploded his warm liquid into my little mouth.
-Good girl baby.
And with out a warning he thrusted his long dick again into my tight pussy.
-FUCK Jungkook.
He smirked and angrily he flipped me into four, and beggan to thrust very hard, when I felt that i was close to a huge orgasm I just let to happen whitout warning him and then we fell to my bed breathing very impassioned.
-You don’t know how much i like your brother avoid all his tasks baby.
This makes me feel some type of way......Like he's so into it that his facial expressions makes me think that's how he looks when he's fucking you slowly....okay I'll stop
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Summary Draft:
Icarus is a crew of seven pirates known for being one of the most dangerous crews know to date.
Being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature, they are known and to be cited with – piracy, smuggling,arson,kidnapping,looting, sailing under false colours,pilfering, depravity, depredation, impersonating officers of Royal Navy and so much more that they have yet to be detained for.
They are quick on shore, knowing exactly what they want and need.
The complete thieves don’t let anyone or anything get in their way.
