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the dowager queen has business with prime minister min.
min jeong-woo/yoon i-rang | rated e | 2.9k words | theyre fucking your honour...
He pads into the house, daring not to hope, holding the ever-present judgement of his childishness at bay. From under the door, he can see the lights in the study on, but why would Huiju wait for him there? Something’s not adding up. Prime Minister Min’s foreboding anxiety is validated once he opens the door. The Dowager Queen sits behind his desk.
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