In a subdued voice, Mugeon asked again.
“Then... this isn’t the palace?”
Rather than an answer, he received a reprimand.
“In this state, you wish to enter the palace?”
Mugeon took a deep breath, though even that sent fresh waves of pain crashing through his chest.
Still, it was his wounded heart that hurt the most.
The knowledge that she had rejected him, that he could not approach her, was the most agonizing part.
And still, Yeon Mugeon had only one answer.
“If I could... I would.”
“It would be fortunate if you could make it in without losing your head.”
Prince Hwa’s sharp retort struck Mugeon with an unexpected pang.
He winced slightly, the remark cutting too close to the truth.
“What gives you the right to speak of Her Majesty that way?”
Mugeon asked, curiosity overriding caution.
This time, the woman standing behind Prince Hwa snapped,
“How dare you...!”
She reached to pull Mugeon off the prince’s lap, but Prince Hwa raised a hand to stop her.
