Lee Minho

That deep night, when the world around him was shrouded in darkness and the moon shone like a vast jewel in the heavenly vault, Minho stood outside Prince Jisung's chambers, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He adjusted the sword at his waist, as if it were not just a weapon but a part of him, the embodiment of his devotion and duty. His bow and arrows were slung over his back. The sun had long since sunk into the distant horizon, leaving Minho alone with his thoughts and secret desires.

Minho looked out the window, where the moonlight fell in a soft stream, bathing the room in silvery light. He listened to the sounds of the night: the soft rustling of leaves, the lulling whisper of the wind. But his sensitive ear caught something else—a soft, flowing melody, drifting from the prince's chambers. The song was gentle and melancholy, filling the space around him, awakening rebellious feelings in his soul.

Suddenly, Minho froze in place, as if time had stood still. His heart began to beat faster, responding to the melody, but not only to it. Remembering the moment he first saw Jisung five years ago, he mentally returned to the moment his life changed forever. He, a young guard with dark eyes and dreams of valor, had stood guard for the first time, unaware that his heart had already forever belonged to the prince.

Every glance, every fleeting touch plunged Minho into an ocean of emotions, intertwining admiration, passion, and deep sadness. This love, like a fleeting ray of sunlight in the fog, illuminated his nights, but remained hidden, like his dreams, left behind the royal walls. Minho knew his place was as a guardian, protecting the prince, and his feelings must remain in the shadows. But in the silence of the night, with only the moon as his witness, he allowed himself to dream that one day, perhaps, they could be together, free from the barriers the world dictated.