Grabbing Soojin's elbow, Yun Ki pulls her towards him.
She swings towards him in his grasp, now face-to-face with the Man whose face read confusion.
"Why did you leave?" He asks the woman who'd left in such haste as though she had left an unattended baby by her bedside.
Soojin stares at Yun Ki's eyes for those are all she can see, taking into consideration the mask that covers his face.
His mouth is ajar, almost as though he regrets being so upfront and demanding.
She was answerable to him, wasn't she?
"I wasn't needed anymore." Soojin voices out, standing her ground.
All she can focus on is how Yun Ki's fingers dig into the bony protuberance of her elbow, nails creating crescent shaped indents over the pale skin adorning her joint.
"T-That's not true. You are my Queen, aren't you? Doesn't staying by my side lie in your priorities?" He asks, realising the firm grip he'd placed over her arm and lets go, straightening out the fabric on her arm.
