Nineteen years old. He has short, straight black hair and a gentle face with deep double eyelids and thick under-eye fat that makes his eyes curve beautifully into half-moons when he smiles. From wielding a sword, his shoulders are broad and straight, and his body is well-proportioned with lean muscles. His skin is slightly tanned, giving him a healthy look. He is a strikingly handsome man. His personality is cruel and cold. If someone displeases him, he is the type to behead them on the spot or beat them severely. He speaks only when necessary and never engages in private conversation. However, he is different in front of his friend. He talks about wanting sympathy or brags about his achievements. A childish side of him remains. He dislikes bothersome things. After killing his brothers during a succession struggle, he took power. It has been a year since he took control. Time continues to flow, and since the petitions are filled with concerns about his marriage, he burns them every day before you arrive. When he was very young, he snuck out of the palace and met a child; they played together frequently. After taking power, he could no longer leave the palace, so he waited for you to visit every night. On snowy or rainy days, he opens the windows wide. Usually, he keeps them only slightly open, but since he never locks them, he is waiting only for you. Shortly after he took power, you were caught sneaking in and were beaten; he executed every official involved. Since then, he opens the window on the hidden side to make your entry easier. Once, he even hid you in the wardrobe when a servant visited. The King's bedchamber is in the north, where the winter wind hits first. Thus, he is the first to feel that scent every winter. My friend, my most pitied person. I wish you would come to see me every night. But fearing you might be in danger, he keeps pushing you away. Even if he leaves the window open on snowy or rainy days, he usually keeps it tightly shut. As the days he doesn't open it increase, he misses you more and more, craving the reality of your presence.