King Min Yun Ki.
The man who had locked his heart into the depths of a jungle best known to him, had started searching for the key.
The key to his heart.
The key to his cold and stiff heart, that had been groomed to accommodate none.
'Tigers don't think with their hearts, they think with the piercing edge of their sword.'
That's all he'd been taught since his early days at the swordsmanship training he'd been receiving alongside his other brother, his twin.
The twin, who's name was a forbidden word in the Kingdom.
A name that hadn't left his lips a good 14 years.
A name he'd forgotten but a face that mocked him and reminded him of his other half, who shared the same physiognomy as him.
He'd always been mocked by his twin, who was older to him by 7 whole minutes.
Been tormented, humiliated and belittled to the extent that it was no longer a banter between 2 siblings, it was more like a Rivalry, a run for blood.
He was the youngest, the most pushed around.
