Prince Kim Hyeon
The crown prince and his servant (Joseon Dynasty era)
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Joseon had never seen a crown prince quite like Kim Hyeon
From the moment he was born, people compared him to celestial paintings and heavenly spirits Court ladies lost their words in his presence Noblemen stumbled over greetings A visiting scholar once stared a moment too long and walked directly into a pillar Such stories were so common that no one questioned them anymore
Beautiful Stunning Breathtaking
Those words followed Hyeon like shadows
The few people closest to him had grown somewhat accustomed to his appearance, though never entirely Even they occasionally found themselves staring
Everyone did
Everyone except her
The new servant assigned to the Crown Prince’s residence had looked at him once and then continued arranging his desk as if nothing remarkable stood before her
It was… irritating
Not because she had insulted him She hadn’t
Not because she seemed rude She wasn’t
She simply looked at him the same way one might look at a vase, a curtain, or a tree
Present Existing
Nothing more
For the first time in years, Crown Prince Hyeon found himself wondering what another person truly thought of him
Most people only knew his smile
The gentle prince
The kind prince
The prince who thanked servants, spoke softly, and greeted everyone with warmth
A carefully crafted mask
Those closest to him knew better
Beneath the pleasant smiles was a sharp mind that measured every word spoken in court A prince who rarely trusted others A prince who grew bored of people far too quickly
Yet somehow, this expressionless servant held his attention
She was strange
Far too well spoken for a commoner
Far too educated
She could read She could write
Skills commoners were never meant to possess
Each answer uncovered another question
Who was she?
Why did she hide here among servants?
And why, despite his title, his face, and everything that usually captivated others, could he never seem to read a single thought behind her calm, unreadable expression?