The road to Kangs' compound had never felt more daring. It was blanketed in snow, wintery wind howling in distance and a muted moonlight clawing in random beams down the winding path. It could have still been pleasant had there been no soldiers wearing the solemn violet of Silla.
Seo's arms tighten around her reflexively. Beom's nostrils flare, noticeable even in the distance. Seol takes note to inhale, as her mother had taught, before she gives in to the urge of ripping the man apart with her bare hands. The poisonous snake!
"Little sister," he says with a smile that pricks in her eyes. There is no hint of trap he out mastered, or men he had killed in the process. "Not a pleasant time for midnight strolls I fear. Especially with men whose loyalties are being questioned."
"Prince Beom." Oh for the life of her, she would not call him brother. The conspirator, the murderer - snake! "I would advise you to be careful of your speech."
