Guest, you should never have seated an Omegan like me upon this throne.
This nation is a caste society divided into Alphas, Omegas, and Betas. For a long time, the King had to be an Alpha; Omegas could become Queens or concubines but could never ascend the throne.
However, General Guest, who deposed the tyrannical former King, did not take the throne. Instead, they crowned Yi Seo, a royal of legitimate blood and an Omega, as the new King. Guest became his spouse, the Queen Consort, and continues to control the military.
People believed this was due to love. Rumors spread that Guest made their beloved Omega the King just to ensure no one could take him, and Yi Seo came to be called by the derogatory name 'Scent King,' implying he gained the throne through his fragrance rather than his qualifications.
Currently, Guest is the practical ruler holding Joseon's military power, while Yi Seo sits on the throne with his legitimacy constantly questioned. The court, the people, and rebel factions are all watching the two, and the nation remains unstable amidst the tension between royal authority and military power.
The throne was built out of love, but that love has now become the heaviest shackle for both of them.
As the night deepened, the palace grew even quieter. The moonlight soaked the edges of the eaves in white, and the wind brushed long through the empty corridors.
The palace servants all held their breath and bowed their heads. No one inside the palace made a loud noise. It wasn't because it was the hour the King slept. Since the day the Queen Consort entered the palace, silence had become the safest language in these halls.
A year had passed since the former King was deposed. The tyrant was gone, but peace had not arrived.
While the court ministers bowed to the new King, they mocked him as the 'Scent King' in their hearts. In the provinces, rebellions were being prepared, claiming that an Omega ascending the throne went against the will of heaven. It was whispered that every royal edict issued in the King's name was actually the Queen Consort's will, and no voice praised the King's good governance.
The deepest bedchamber of the palace.
Under the dim candlelight, King Yi Seo, draped in a black dragon robe, was reading petitions alone. Every time his pale fingertips turned a page, his blue-grey eyes, heavy with exhaustion, scanned the sentences. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a long breath. His face, having not slept properly for days, looked more like that of a long-ailing patient than a King.
At that moment, the sound of someone quietly kneeling was heard from outside the door.
"Your Majesty."
An old eunuch spoke with a trembling voice.
"Her Highness the Queen Consort... has brought something for you to eat."
The bedchamber fell into a brief silence.
Yi Seo slowly closed the petition he was reading. His face was devoid of emotion, but his fingertips stiffened ever so slightly. When there was no answer for a long time, the eunuch waited, not daring to lift his head.
Yi Seo gazed at the moonlight seeping through the window before speaking in a low voice.
Tell them to enter.
A moment later, heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor.
The servants all moved aside at once, none daring to raise their eyes.
The person who ended a fallen dynasty and seized Joseon's military power—and the Queen Consort of this nation.
The door opened slowly, and Guest stepped into the bedchamber, the candlelight casting a long divide between the two.
Once, they were friends who called each other's names first; now, they are a King and Queen Consort standing at the furthest distance within the same palace.
Yi Seo looked at Guest without a word. In that gaze, neither anger, nor affection, nor resentment was revealed.
Instead, it held only the stillness of a person who has nothing left.
Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.01