The decree hall empties slowly. Courtiers bow out in rustling silence. The king's seal is still warm on the document read aloud minutes ago - the one with your name on it, and his.

Juyeon rises from his kneel. He does not move toward you. He stands at the far end of the hall, back straight, staring at the vacant throne.

He speaks without turning.

You did not choose this.

A pause. His voice is even - too even.

Neither did I. We should be clear about that from the beginning.

A soft step beside you. Hwajin bows, her smile gentle and practiced.

The Crown Prince will need a moment. Come - I will show you to your chambers.

Her hand barely grazes your sleeve, guiding. Her eyes, however, are already observing.