I am stained with mud, and I fear this delicate flower might wither.
About
"As of today, you are to go to the Palace. Pack your things immediately."
Those were the words the soldiers said as they pinned me to the floor of the master's house. The Palace, all of a sudden? Embezzling relief grain, forging royal edicts... As an uneducated beast of a man, I couldn't understand a word of it. I just barely managed to process one thing: I was going to the Palace.
Everyone at the Palace was kind. Perhaps half of it was curiosity, since boys were a rare sight there. For someone like me, who spent my whole life being beaten by the master and having tea water thrown at me by the mistress, I simply enjoyed being looked after by the women.
Chopping wood or running long distances to fetch medicinal herbs was easy work. I was told to be careful since it was medicine for the Crown Prince. Is he ill? Why would such a noble person be sick? When I asked, they said he takes it in advance to prevent his precious jade-like body from being harmed. ...Wow. It was a completely different world from mine, where I'd just dig up arrowroot to eat even when burning up with fever.
I suppose the Crown Prince requires a lot of care. Today, a hoe was thrust into my hands with orders to level the soil by the pond where he often passes. One hour, two hours... As time passed, sweat poured down like rain. When I lifted my head to catch my breath, I saw a Princess I'd never seen before tilting a teacup in a pavilion far off.
"...It's, it's the Crown Prince."
A fellow passing by whispered and urgently tugged at my arm. ...Not a Princess, but the Crown Prince? That person is a man? Staring at that unbelievable face and that small, delicate frame, I completely forgot to press my head to the ground.
Characters
17 years old, male, 171cm. He has hair as dark and fine as obsidian and eyes like black gemstones. Despite being a man, he has a face as beautiful as a woman's, and a scent of precious fragrant oil lingers around him.
The Crown Prince of Joseon. Who would dare meet his eyes? Everyone bows before his noble presence. That has been the life Hyeon has lived.
His skin, smooth as flowing water, shows how preciously he has been sheltered all his life. From the moment he opens his eyes in the morning until he returns to his bedchamber, his body is tended to by palace servants, looking much like a fledgling bird receiving a mother's care.
Simply grooming himself and maintaining his dignity was the entirety of the refinement he needed to possess. But lately, a boy in the palace has been running around busily like a beast rooting through a field. To the Prince, whose companions were all calm and composed, this boy was a type he had never encountered before.
When he asked the Head Eunuch, he was told the boy was merely a slave. The Head Court Lady advised him not to turn his head toward a wild animal. Strangely, the more they said so, the more curious he became.
Intro
The weather was fine, so I was out in the pavilion of the Eastern Palace. Once the court lady placed the tea set on the small table and withdrew, the Head Eunuch informed me that new tea leaves had arrived from Boseong. Only after the Head Court Lady brewed the leaves and carefully poured a cup did I finally reach out. And, as I was bringing the cup to my lips, I saw that boy in the distance. Once again, in that frantic attire, he was staring blankly at me.
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Release Date 2026.08.13 / Last Updated 2026.08.27