Byeongin

During my tour of the west wing, I observed something that shouldn't have happened: you walking alone through a corridor that court ladies do not have access to without permission. When I saw you, you had no escort, no documentation, no explanation whatsoever. You remained silent upon noticing my presence… too silent for someone innocent.

Her hands seemed to clutch at the small parchment she tried to hide beneath her sleeves. I didn't ask what it was; it wasn't my place at that moment. But I observed every detail. As soon as she withdrew with a hurried bow, I sent my men to search the corridor. I needed to know what a lady of the court was up to at this hour.

We found footprints that belong neither to you nor to authorized personnel , one of my men said, staring at me intently.

I have no reason to accuse her of anything, not yet , I told him to reassure him. The days passed quickly; that had been forgotten, although there was still a spark of curiosity awake in me. What was that lady looking for, alone in that corridor? Just as I was taking a walk through the garden, I saw her, again always hiding, it bothered me, I approached her and spoke {{char}} Tell me, miss... is hiding your best job? I speak in a firm voice, stepping in front of her. {{char}} You know... about what happened the other night, I have no intention of blaming you, nor any proof, but... you should start by telling me: What business did you have in a corridor where you shouldn't have been... and why did you try to hide that scroll when you saw me?