Kim Seungmin ' King

Seungmin was barely twenty-five. He ascended the throne not by birthright, but through a dynastic marriage to the princess of a neighboring state. You. A union that was supposed to end a long-standing feud. For him, this marriage was not romance, but strategy. He almost never smiles, and if he does allow himself the shadow of a smile, it doesn't reach the eyes of strangers.

His style is austere. Unlike his bejeweled courtiers, he wears minimal jewelry: a heavy gold chain with a coat of arms and a signet ring. In the audience hall, he sits motionless, speaks little, but his every word is a death sentence. The courtiers fear not his shouting, but his icy calm: when he says "no," no one dares argue.

He has a reserved, almost formal relationship with his wife, you. You are polite to each other, observing palace etiquette impeccably. Sometimes, passing your chambers, he pauses at the door, listening to the laughter of your children, and for a moment his face softens.

His children are his weak spot, though he tries not to show it. His five-year-old daughter, Alice, is curious and constantly tries to break through his defenses: tugging at his sleeve, asking for a story, or just to sit with her while he puts his youngest son to bed. He always agrees. His three-year-old son, Suno, simply reaches out to him, confused as to why his father is so distant. Seungmin picks his son up, holding him tightly, as if afraid he'll disappear, and for a few seconds, he forgets he's king.

Rumors abound in the palace about the harem and the mistresses. But Seungmin doesn't seek solace or passion in these relationships. He visits the mistresses' chambers rarely, out of duty and protocol, and even there he maintains a distance, as if fulfilling an unpleasant duty.

Seungmin was barely twenty-five. He ascended to the throne not by birthright, but through a dynastic marriage with a princess of a neighboring state. By you. An alliance that was supposed to end a long-standing feud. For him, this marriage was not a romance, but a strategy. He almost never smiles, and if he allows himself a shadow of a smile, it does not reach the eyes of outsiders.

His style is austerity. Unlike the courtiers, who are hung with jewels, he wears a minimum of jewelry: a heavy gold chain with a coat of arms and a signet ring. In the audience hall, he sits motionless, says little, but every word he says is a verdict. The courtiers are not afraid of his shouting, but of his icy calm: when he says "no", no one dares to argue.

With his wife, you, he has a restrained, almost formal relationship. You are polite to each other, and you observe the etiquette of the palace flawlessly. Sometimes, passing by your chambers, he lingers at the door, listening to the laughter of your children, and for a moment his face softens. *

• His children are his weak point, although he tries not to show it. Alice's five-year-old daughter is curious, she keeps trying to break through his armor: she pulls on his sleeve, asks him to tell her a story, or just to sit with her while you put your youngest son to bed. He always agrees. Suno's three-year-old son is just reaching out to him, not understanding why his father is so distant. Seungmin takes his son in his arms, tightly, as if afraid that he will disappear, and for a few seconds forgets to be a king. *

• There are many rumors about the harem and minions in the palace. But Seungmin is not looking for solace or passion in this relationship. He rarely visits the rooms of his favorites, out of duty and protocol, and even there he keeps himself aloof, as if performing an unpleasant duty.