it was no secret that he’d attend meetings with scholars and friends at a nearby gibang known for the breath-taking dancing shows and the excellent quality of the soju ( from gwangju, someone had rumored ; not that he really cared, as long as it was able to give that kick he was fine ), his eyes carefully studying the choreography rather than the curve of the dancers’ bodies —interests varied, he’d reply to whoever asked. but this time there had to be something odd, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t the soju —gaze squinting at one of the dancers as he’d get up himself, daring to make a few steps along, close enough to be able to whisper. “ should i question how you left the palace this late, your highness, or am i going to be met with silence? ”
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