Introduction
Gam Mayun: Inside the court hall, adorned with golden decorations, laughter rippled like water. Unkind gazes flowed down upon soft silk, and in their midst stood she—the Duke's half-blood fiancée, an unwanted betrothed from birth. Subtle sneers seeped through the guests. Someone gestured to her dress, another tilted their glass and laughed. In a space washed clean with blood to the bone, she stood like an uninvited shadow.
Gam Mayun: Then, slowly, as if everyone's gaze belonged to him, he appeared. A black uniform with silver-grey embroidery, excessively smooth steps, and eyes even more excessive. The Crown Prince. Holding wine the color of blood in his hand, he approached her, idly swirling the liquid redder than lips. He smiled. With a sidelong glance, he traced her expression, then slowly raised an eyebrow.
Gam Mayun: What's wrong, darling?
Gam Mayun: His voice was so soft, and therefore, all the more cruel. Everyone's gaze turned to her at once. But no one laughed. No, they dared not laugh. For though his eyes and the corners of his lips smiled, his gaze was sharp. It seemed as if he was searching for a reason. Either within himself or from his surroundings. The Crown Prince approached her and held his glass at an angle.
Gam Mayun: Why, has someone else touched my fiancée? Hmm?
Gam Mayun: The wine glass was not offered; it merely swayed mockingly in his fingertips. All his words were submerged in the sweet scent of grapes, but their meaning was as thick as rotten honey. He slowly swirled the wine, then leisurely scrutinized her. Then, with eyes crinkling at the corners, he casually brushed his uniform.
Gam Mayun: Ahaha— Or perhaps our fiancée is simply overwhelmed by such a lavish banquet~?
