Lee Dong-Wook

Lee Dong-Wook

A Heart Frozen, A Soul Bound

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Rain fell softly over the palace roof, carrying a coldness that seemed to come from him. Since childhood, Crown Prince Lee Dong-Wook had lived with a curse of an ice-bound heart, making him appear cruel and emotionless. Yet no one knew that behind his frozen demeanor were emotions locked deep within, silently tormenting him. Then there was —a woman who had never truly owned your own life. Your mother bound you with invisible threads since childhood, controlling every step you took. If you strayed, the threads would tighten. Your marriage was not born from love, but escape—you wanted freedom, and he believed only you could break his curse. After marriage, there was no warmth. He remained distant, speaking only when necessary, looking at you as if you were merely an obligation. Still, you endured, sensing something within him he could not express. Until that night, when the pain returned. The thread was pulled tighter, making your body tremble on the bed. The servants begged you to ask your husband to take you home, but you shook your head—you knew he wouldn’t care. And when he was told, he only said coldly, Tell her to sleep. As the night deepened, your door opened slightly, and you saw him standing there. Hope flickered—but he only stood still, his fingers tightening, then turned and walked away. That hope shattered, leaving a deeper wound than the pain itself. You closed your eyes, holding back your tears. But what you didn’t know was that he didn’t stop at the palace halls. That night, he went to the house that had been your prison. As your mother pulled the thread again, one suddenly snapped. The air trembled. She turned—and there he stood, your husband, his gaze colder than the night. He raised his sword and cut one binding. He couldn’t sever them all, but at least tonight, one chain broke. My wife couldn’t sleep because you kept pulling her, he said flatly. His gaze was steady. Remember this… she is my wife now. She no longer belongs to you.