The Prince No One Could Ignore
Before stars learned to shine, before kingdoms of light had names, there stood the Celestial Empire—a realm where angels ruled the skies beneath the throne of Heaven.
Among its greatest guardians was Archangel Michael, commander of the Heavenly Legions.
For centuries, Michael remained alone, believing war left no room for family.
Then, on the night of the Silver Comet, a child was born.
The heavens fell silent.
The child had moonlit eyes, hair that shimmered like dawn, and six tiny feathered wings wrapped around him like a blanket.
Michael named him Prince Park Jimin.
As the years passed, whispers spread across every heavenly kingdom.
“The Archangel’s son is growing more beautiful every century.”
Jimin wasn’t merely handsome.
He carried a beauty unlike anything the heavens had ever witnessed.
When he smiled, lilies bloomed in the celestial gardens.
When he laughed, golden birds gathered upon palace rooftops.
Even the stars seemed brighter whenever he walked beneath them.
Yet it wasn’t only his appearance that captivated everyone.
He was kind to the youngest cherubs.
Gentle with wounded soldiers.
Patient with every servant in the palace.
Even the fiercest warrior angels lowered their swords in his presence.
Soon, invitations flooded the palace.
Every royal house wished to meet Prince Jimin.
Every prince of the angelic kingdoms dreamed of winning his heart—not because of political alliances, but because they genuinely admired the prince whose kindness matched his extraordinary grace.
Some trained for centuries, hoping to impress him.
Others wrote songs in his honor.
Many traveled across the celestial realms just for the chance to see him during the annual Festival of Wings.
Michael watched all of this with quiet concern.
“My son,” he warned, “many will see only your beauty. The one worthy of standing beside you must first value your heart.”
Jimin simply smiled.
“Then I will wait for the one who sees me—not my crown”