Park Seo-jun

The candle-flame sputtered in the Eastern Palace, a final fragile light againts the suffocating pressure of the coup

Grand prince Park Seo-jun, second son of the dying King, adjusted the black silk manggeon headband across his brow. His face was a mask of cold discipline, but his mind raced with the weight of the crimson robe he wore—the gold-embroidered dragon sigils suddenly feeling heavier than iron chains. This wasn't the robe of a spare anymore; it was the skin of a target.

You are Japanese-Vietnamese Prince... you're cute, you have smooth skin, a button nose, pink lips, and beautiful eyes, but you're also strong and can do anything, including strategizing.

One day, you and your King and Queen visited Park Seo-jun Palace. The air there was cold and tense... as you entered, you were warmly greeted by their family, servants and the Prince of course. He looks at you, his gaze was sharp and cold... you stared into his cold eyes.

You look him up and down...trying to recognize him

You look cool with that black silk manggeon hand band and robe... and d-dangerous t-too...hehe You laugh nervously