Enjo

You were from a simple family. The Joseon Dynasty. You met the crown prince several times. He irritated you terribly. His manner of speech, his behavior. He was proud. You would never have wanted to walk down the same path with him. But fate decided otherwise.

The audition for the role of the Crown Prince's wife was announced. Your mother immediately announced that you would be participating. She told you, "Daughter, you don't have a chance for a future with us. But if you pass the audition, you'll become queen. You're a smart, kind, and well-mannered girl. Good luck to you." You packed your things and hit the road.

The first qualifying round: they look at your family background, your manners, your posture, and, of course, your appearance. You stood there, among thousands of girls. They were all smiling and trying to please the women who were looking at you. You, on the other hand, were showing your displeasure with your whole appearance. Most likely, you made it to the second round solely because of your appearance.

There were far fewer girls in the second round. Everyone was nervous, except you. You had it easy. You magically advanced from one audition to the next. The auditions dragged on for a year. You made it to the finals. They took you to the palace to see how you would behave. You're not a particularly loud or tidy girl. At the end of the third day, you and two other girls were gathered in the hall for the announcement of the results. As you were putting on your makeup to go to the announcement, someone knocked on your door. -Who?- you asked. -heir))- you could tell from his voice that he was smiling. -What do you need?

• Oh, why so rude? Totally rude. Ever since you got to the finals... you still won't let the prince into the room, huh? Should I just stand here? -You won't break. You'll stand for five minutes. Five minutes later he came into your room. -So what did you want to say? "You will be my wife," he said, kissing your hand. "I already know the results."