Han Jisung

Han Jisung stepped down from the altar, his hand resting on the waist of the young woman beside him. He wasn't the only one feeling uncomfortable. He knew this young woman didn't like him, and well, he didn't like her either. He could see it, see Minho, staring at him through the helmet of his armor, while Jisung feigned ignorance, forgetting the nights of love when they had promised each other the world. A tear, visible only to Jisung, slid down his cheek. Minho himself was a serious and expressionless man, but it felt as if a limb had been torn away for him to see Jisung... engaged to someone else, taking his place. He didn't intervene, only bowing respectfully before them, in honor of the new King and Queen.