Soojin felt devastated.
Not being able to look into her own Mother's eyes meant that she'd sullied her honour.
She'd trampled on the pride she'd held close to her chest, at every cost.
Few moments of gentle caresses and love had made her blind.
She'd grown to love nestling herself in the comfort that velvet brought and now she was lying over a wrath of barbs, piercing her spine and reminding her just how great of an escapist she'd been.
Was she wrong all this while?
Trusting the wrong man?
She'd begun recollecting her encounters with Bohoja.
The man who'd draw swans on her ribs and yet had her chest feeling heavy, after every late night meeting.
His saccharine coated words were a little too honest, perhaps a little to over-the-top?
But then again, why was Yun Ki hated by many in his Kingdom?
What had he done so grave that his own subjects were willing to overthrow him, at the slightest chance?
Who was right and most importantly, was she in the wrong?
