A\N: And here is chapter one! I'm really glad to be able to put this out, and I appreciate all kinds of support - kudos, comments, hits and all else - from you guys.

Just to clarify a few things I forgot to mention before: This will be a SoSoo work - sorry, i can't have Soo or So with anyone else - but there will be a lot more complicated than just making them marry and we're done. Not sure if that makes sense now, so bear with me (and read it!)

The beginning of the story is in the middle of Episode 16 - that beautiful timeskip with Soo by the lake - which means that Yo is king, and Mu, Eun, Oh Sanggung, Seun Deok and all the others are dead. Sorry guys, had to do it.

Things will be clarified in this chapter - I hope -, but if there are still any dobts, feel free to drop a PM or something, and I'll try to explain better.

Enjoy your reading!

In the second year of Jeongjong's reign, the announcement comes to her with no warning or anticipation.

Just like all of the other dreary news she has received before, it's unexpected and shocking to the point of incredulity. Like it was the betrayal of her boyfriend and her best friend, and all of the debts made in the name of Go Hajin. Like when she woke up in Goryeo, and later when her Unnie passed away. It's also similar to how she found out about her wedding to the King Taejo, and how she felt about the king changing and the princes dying as the war for the throne intensified, and Oh Sanggung sacrificing herself to protect Hae Soo.

This time, however, she's good at hiding her expressions, so she does not jump in surprise nor does her eyes bulge with astonishment when the voice of the king Jeongjong breaks the silence after she has poured and offered him a cup of his daily tea.

"You'll marry the 8th Prince in five days," he says casually, as if he's indifferent to the whole matter.

Her heart stops beating immediately, and she feels like she's about to die. She feels like the earth is cracking open right under her feet and she's about to be swallowed up alive. She feels like a lightning struck down on her and the shock is giving her hallucinations. At least, she wishes it were so.

She wishes that the past few months were just a really long nightmare and now she's about to wake up.

"Pardon me, Pyeha?"

Her voice is neutral, just as the rest of her body. But he knows what she's thinking. He must know, since his grin grows in a maniac and snakelike manner, and she has to control herself to not say anything inattentive, to not show any weakness or fear, to not lose control and break down right in front of him.

"Are you shocked?" he mocks her and she doesn't bat an eye, but that does not discourage him, "As a court lady, even a high ranked one, you belong to me, so I can offer you in marriage to anyone. Isn't that so?"

He wants her to defy him, and she knows it. She wants to protest and he knows it. However, in this twisted era, Hae Sanggung is indeed a mere possession of the King. And in this twisted kingdom, the monarch is a manipulator and conniving person, who's willing to do anything just to see the world burn.

There is no escape for her. If she protests or tries to fight back, she'll only amuse him. And in the end she'll still have to do as he says. So she bites her tongue and resists the impulse of running away, of screaming at him or anything of the sort.

"Yes, that is correct," she says in her calm tone, "My confusion is to why are you letting me go, and to the 8th prince, nonetheless." Since I am your bait. She doesn't finish her sentence, but she doesn't have to. When his grin grows bigger she knows he understands what she's trying to do.

"Wook has betrayed me before, you know that, right?" he explains casually, playing with his cup before sipping his tea, "I have to keep him close, so I can properly watch his moves. And I need you close as well, even though there is a chance that you'll try to poison me with your tea. If I ever need to get rid of one of you, it will be easier if I tear you both down at the same time."

His logic is distorted in its own way, but she can see what he's trying to achieve. However, it doesn't matter how much she despises serving the man before her, the prospects of marrying the 8th Prince scare and revolt her even more. And yet, she takes a controlled and discreet deep breath and tries to argue calmly.

"The others might think you're rewarding him."

"That's right. And it'll be good if they think that we are in good terms," he says it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Then he gives back the empty cup to be refilled, his evil smile transforming in a chuckle, "However, the face I want to see the most when I announce it is the one of my 4th brother."

She shouldn't look directly at him, but she does when he mentions the 4th Prince. She stares at his penetrating gaze, and that's the furthest she'll go in her resistance. And even though she's good at hiding her emotions, even though her guard is up and she's in complete control of her expressions, she can't hide the hurt in her eyes.

She can't conceal the pain of being left behind. Nor can she prevent it from being heard in her voice, "You'll surely be displeased."

"Yes, I heard about your fallout, but I need to be sure, right?" He takes back his full cup and speaks in a false wonder, "Who knows, maybe you'll be surprised."

The King's mocking words just make the sorrow sting deeper in her heart. Soo doesn't want to know how the 4th Prince will react, because it will be painful no matter what. It will hurt if continues to be indifferent; it will hurt if he shows even a single bit of concern. It will hurt because now he will be completely out of reach and she's going to spend the rest of her days with someone else.

"What has the 8th Prince said about this matter?"

Jeongjong laughs then. Shortly and quietly, but his eyes are full with mirth and amusement, and he lets his head fall back in elation, "You know what he said. He'll probably come to see you later today."

She doesn't want him to come see her. She doesn't want him to even get a little close to her. She wants to run away or to be able to do something, but she feels tied down to a millstone and she can't breath. She has to allow herself to submerge, because otherwise she won't be able to even exist anymore.

She doesn't want to be married to the 8th Prince, but if that's how things are, then she has to do her best to survive.

"May I ask for a further date?" The King looks at her in surprise, actually amazed that she dared to oppose his order, even if just a little, just a small attempt of a humble request to be able to breath just a little longer.

Please, let me be free from him for just a while.

"Are you hoping to escape?"

"I have accepted my fate long ago. I won't fight, nor will I try to escape, I won't even say one word of complaint." And she really won't. Unlike the last time she was offered in marriage, there's no one who can help her now, all of them gone, or dead, or simply indifferent to her situation. And if she decided to cut her other wrist, she wouldn't end up with just a scar. "I merely wish to prepare my successor in the Damiwon. I'd hate to see all my years, and the years of the Sanggung before me, go to waste because of an unprepared leader."

Jeongjong muses silently for a while. She manages to continue poised even though she's desperate. Even though her harmless request can backfire on her, should he decide to simply marry her the very next day, or grant her a lame and mocking delay of two days before she has to leave the palace and return to the 8th Prince residence.

Her apprehension, however, fades a little when his words resonate through her once again.

"All right, I'll allow your preparations." He turns to her and dismisses her with a gesture, his smile returning when he sees her slightly relaxed shoulders, "Even if you try to run away, it will be fun."

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Hae Soo tries her best to avoid her future husband.

She takes deserted and long routes to walk around the palace. She says she's not to be disturbed the second she puts a foot on the Damiwon and closes herself off in the safety of her office or her bedroom. She always takes a couple of court ladies with her when she goes to see the king.

However, she was bound to lose and to be found, so one day, while she walked from her office to her room, she hears him calling out her name.

She freezes when his voice reaches and curses internally the costumes in this millennium that don't allow her to just ignore him and keep walking, or at least punch him in the face.

She freezes, but does not bow, and silently waits for him to walk closer, until he's finally right next to her. The 8th Prince keeps saying things to her, but she doesn't care and she doesn't listen. She freezes and does not move, nor does she look at him.

"Was it your doing, Wangjanim?" Her question seems to put an end to whatever it was that he was babbling about. She doesn't want to hear him, she just wants to leave, but she has to check a few facts before.

Soo continues to look to a distant point, straight-ahead of her eyes, so she can't see how he reacts to her inquiry. But his voice gives enough clarification as he speaks.

"I merely took the chance that was before me."

She wonders if he had always been this calculative and cold man he is now. She asks herself how she could have one day firmly believed she could be happy with him. She fights not to scoff at his words and let her resentment show through her body.

"Of course you did," she says in the same neutral tone that Oh Sanggung taught her, "That was the only way for you to have me, wasn't it?"

"Let me explain…"

"If you're going to say it was for my protection," she cuts his reasoning; she does not need his reasons, "Please don't."

"Would you rather live in the palace, then?"

There is a coldness, sharp like steel, in his voice. A subtle threat in the way he speaks, and a conviction that he is her savior. She'd rather spend the rest of her life serving Jeongjong than living under the same roof as him.

"Yes, I would. You couldn't even bother to ask me, could you? You couldn't even think that I wouldn't want to be tied to you."

"What other option do you have?" He doesn't offer any explanations anymore, and resorts to his twisted logic, "He has left you already."

"This was always a competition for you, wasn't it?" She remembers how he kept saying that the 4th Prince had taken him from her, and how one day he would make her return to his side, and she wishes she had put a stop to things between them before his feelings had created roots, "Is that why you poisoned the late king?"

"Soo-yah…"

"I have no saying in the wedding. Nor can I do anything to change it. I told the king I won't revolt nor will I say anything, but just so you know for sure, I won't walk contentedly to the ceremony." She looks at him then, staring coldly and firmly in his eyes, letting her words carry every ounce of the feelings she has been hiding ever since she found out she would be given to him, "I'll complete my tasks as Sanggung wanting to run away and get away from you. Tomorrow, I'll get dressed and painted hoping that some sort of miracle will take me away from your filthy hands. I will complete all the rites wishing that the King will decide to execute me for regicide, or that I could at least kill myself before being united to you. And every single moment of my life, every time I see you, be it from up close or from far away, I will be regretting the moment I first took your hand. For taking even my last freedom from me, I will despise you eternally."

He doesn't show any reaction to her words, but she knows very well that he's skilled at keeping appearances under his masks. He was good at it when he was distant from the court and from the palace, now, as an aspirant to the throne, she wonders how many new layers he has put on.

"Even after what he did, you'll still maintain your feelings?"

His mocking tone doesn't shake her resolve, "That does not concern you. But unlike you, the 4th Prince would never force me into an unwanted marriage. I just wish I had met him before I had met you."

"You speak so highly now, but you didn't even bat an eye when you replaced me."

"Believe in what you want to believe," She looks away from him and back to the random point, keeping her posture firm and her voice controlled, "You'll have my body, Wangjanim, but you'll never own my heart."

Hae Soo does not bow after she has finished speaking. She just stands there silently, waiting until he's far away from her, and then she crashes down to the floor.

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The walk back to her room after staying up until late at night is painful. She spent the last few days wrapping everything up so the new Sanggung could take over her responsibilities easily. She spent the last few hours collecting her personal belongings in her office so she could have some sort of solace in her new home. She spent the last few minutes just sitting in the chair, making another copy of a poem that was given to her in the past, and then just staring at the nothings, hoping that something would happen to free her from what was coming in the morning.

She wondered if her way out would be jumping in the external bath and waiting until another mystical event dragged her to another period. Or just waiting until everything was over. She wanted time to stop and that the Sun never raised again, so she could stay away from the 8th Prince forever.

However, trying to go back was not a viable option, suicide was not a solution, and the hours kept passing by.

So now she goes back to her room, keeping the promise she made with the king to not run away. And in the morning she would leave the Damiwon for good and return to the 8th Prince residence.

She remembers how much she had wished for it in the past, but now she only feels dread.

She feels dread and a twinge of sorrow, because, even though she had intended to marry the 8th Prince in the past, right now there is only one man she wanted. And after years of waiting, fighting and suffering because of her, he had finally decided it was enough for him.

Even though she showed indifference when her future husband mentioned him, the truth is that she still longs and weeps for him. She had vowed to wait for him, no matter how long it took, and now she's getting married to his eighth brother.

Her walk finally comes to an end as she closes the door behind her and lean against it. Her room is engulfed in darkness, but she does not bother to light the candles. She stands at the door for a while and then walks to her bed, wishing that at least her dreams would be gentle with her.

She walks slowly, careful not to hit any furniture or open chests lying around.

And then something hits her.

Her squeak of surprise does not leave her mouth, and she feels a hand sealing it tight. Before she can panic, though, she hears a voice.

"Soo-yah."

Her eyes bulge and the fear for her life becomes a fear for his. She puts her hands over his, signaling she won't scream, and when he lets go of her she allows her feelings to show.

"You shouldn't be here."

"I don't care."

His lips are on hers then, and even though she's still surprised by his presence - her heartbeat increased, her thoughts are a mumbling mess - she can't help the relief and the happiness that starts to spread around her chest, because he's here, he's kissing her. He's kissing her like he used to do before, a hand pulling her closer by her neck, the other by her waist, and she can't do anything but cling to his shoulders, trying to desperately bring him closer as well.

He's kissing her, and the world outside doesn't exist.

He has to pull away eventually, as they are both out of breath, and there's still much to talk about. He pulls away slowly, almost hesitantly, and she tries to see as much of him as she can in the penumbra.

"You said…" she starts to repeat what he said the last time they saw each other, but he cuts her.

"I lied," the 4th Prince says, still holding her face carefully, "Forgive me, I lied."

"I knew it."

Soo hugs him tightly, burying her face in his chest, her arms wrapping firmly around his waist. She would be mad at his lie later, not now, when she's so happy to see him after wishing for it so desperately.

"I shouldn't have left you here." His lips graze her ear, and his warm breath tingles her neck and she smiles at his closeness and his words.

"It's alright. You're here now."

"It's not alright. He's marrying you to Wook. I'm going to kill him."

"This is actually the 8th Prince idea."

"It doesn't matter whose idea it is. I'm putting an end to it now." She feels his arms grasp tightly around her, "Let's run away."

It's not the first time she thinks about doing that. It may not even be the last, but hear him saying it aloud it's something else entirely.

"What?" She pulls away a little bit from his embrace, trying to see his face and expression properly. She's taken aback by his proposal, but not shocked, as he had a tendency of blurting out such things - just like when he first confessed or when he first asked her to marry him.

"Let's run away," he repeats as if that's the most reasonable thing in the world, "Right now, before he has more guards around you. Come with me, I'll keep you safe."

She wants to. She really wants to. She wants to follow him to the end of the world and live with him as far as possible from the palace and the shadow of the King.

She wants to, and had Hae Soo been younger, when there was so much of Go Hajin in her, she wouldn't even think twice before saying yes and jumping on the back of his horse, leaving the Damiwon behind.

But now she can only smile bitterly as she caresses his face.

"Where could we go in Goryeo and be safe from the king?"

"We'll go to Khitan. Balhae, Jurche. Even Wei," he answers her rhetorical question with determination, "I don't care how far it is, as long as you come with me."

Soo ignores the way her heart reacts to his words, the way it jumps in joy and expectation, and tries not to cry as her throat clenches when she says what her brain orders her to.

"I can't."

She can almost hear his heart stopping from disappointment. She can almost see his vulnerable expression, even though they're surrounded in darkness. She can almost listen to what he's thinking, as his hand comes to hold hers, looking for an answer she can't give him.

"Is it because of the words I said?" As always, his mind always picks the worst-case scenario, and always thinks he's the one to blame, "Forgive me. I didn't mean any of them. I just…" He hesitates, and his hold loses some of his strength. He takes a deep breath and hangs his head low, as if he's about to make a confession, so she makes sure not to interrupt him until he finishes talking. "The truth is… I'm aiming to be king now. I'll take you away, then I'll attack the palace. Everything will be fine."

Soo hesitates at this new information. Her mind goes back a few years and she remembers her vision on the day of the ritual for rain. She felt dread and fear back then, her anxiousness growing like a stone deep in her chest. But now there's none of that. There's only the dawning realization that she's witnessing the birth of Gwangjong, and how that directly affects everything around her. The 4th Prince Wang So is not a past figure, a historical character she learned about in school. He is a real person, of flesh and bones, right before her, and she knows him.

She knows him, and she knows what is going to happen if something deviates from the course things should be.

"Forgive me, Wangjanim. I can't," she says truly apologetically, but pulls away from his touch and he breaths out at once, surprised by her brusque actions, "You're not ready yet to take the throne, are you?"

So hesitates at her direct question, and that's the only confirmation she needs. Soo doesn't know all the events that led up to Gwangjong's rise to the throne, but he has a lot of work to do if he wishes to overthrow Jeongjong. He knows that as well, as he sighs in frustration, trying to approach and convince her.

"Then you'll be wed to Wook," he says in a defeated voice and she holds his face softly.

"I hate that as much as you do," she reassures him with a gentle voice.

"No, otherwise you'd be willing to run away with me."

He sounds like a child, a child desperate to be loved, and she smiles bitterly, wishing she could see his face properly, or that at least he could see hers. Then she forgets all about discretion and marches out of the room, ignoring his protest pleas.

She comes back right after, though, finding him at the door, as if ready to jump out and go after her. And Soo has to smile when she sees him breathing out in relief after seeing her walk in with a lit fire stick.

She goes to the candle she always leaves on her small table, next to her bed, sitting on the floor before lighting it up illuminating the dark room a little with the small flame; glad to be able to see his face properly after so much time.

But this is no time to be admiring how handsome and refined he looks. She focuses on his words, and on the reality that this is happening, it's not just a groundless fear. This time it's a reality, and she has to understand all there is to his decision, so they are no longer separated by misunderstandings and mismatches.

"Were you serious about being king?" Soo inquires after he walks closer, sitting in front of her.

"I was." He nods calmly.

"And is that why you left me?"

"It is." He doesn't stray his eyes from hers. They both know that she only wants the confirmation of something she's already aware of.

"Are you doing this because of me, or because of power?" She asks on tenterhooks, her voice shaking slightly, already fearing she might lose him to the waging war of politics inside and outside of the palace.

"No," he answers after a pause and she breathes out in relief, "I just want to become a person who can change this country for the better."

So doesn't falter when he speaks, nor do his eyes shake in hesitation. He's determined, she sees, to achieve the highest position in the palace, but not for the reasons she feared, not for the causes her history teachers would say in the future.

She witnesses the birth of Gwangjong, and is not a bloodbath for domination, nor a conspiracy for power. It's just a wish to not see people being treated the way he was before.

It's just a wish to be better. To live better.

She smiles in relief and admiration, wondering once again how could she ever believe that Wang So would be a merciless and cruel tyrant. She smiles, reaching out to hold one of his hands. She brings it closer to her lips, planting a soft kiss of his knuckles, and comes to an answer to his request to travel together to the end of the world.

"Then I'll wait."

"What?" His calm and determinate expression vacillates, as he's clearly caught out of guard by her response.

"You can do something to make me divorce him afterwards, right?" she explains slowly, so he can follow her logic, "I'll wait until you become king."

He gapes for a few seconds, trying to understand what she means at the same time he comes up with more arguments to take her out of there.

"That could take years."

"I would have waited for you even if you hadn't come today." She smiles sweetly in reassurance, as she really would have waited decades for him.

"I can't stand the thought of you with someone else for a minute, even less for years."

"Neither can I. But if that's what it takes, I'll do it."

"I won't," he grunts and raises his hands to her shoulders, in a possessive hold, "I won't let him. I can't."

So has a face of despair and hopelessness, and she remembers the night he first kissed her. The night he thought she was going to shut him out forever.

"Wangjanim," she speaks softly, holding his face and bringing it closer to her, then leaning her forehead on his, "After all that happened, you still don't have faith in us?" she asks in a frustrated voice.

"I do," he groans miserably, his eyes filling with sadness as he begins to give in to her plan, "I just don't like it."

Soo doesn't like her idea either. But just like he let go of her to pursue the throne, she'll let go of him so his life does not deviate from the correct path. She'll go through misery as well, just so he can look bright and resplendent in the future. She owes him at least this much.

Soo does it for him, even though his despaired expression does not fade. He looks more scared than she ever saw him, and she smiles to bring him some confidence.

"Don't worry," she says to encourage him, even though he continues to look miserable, "I won't let him do anything to me. He won't have me. You will, alright?" She wraps her arms around him, trying to warm his cold body, "Every moment I'll be thinking of you."

Soo closes her eyes, ignoring the tomorrow. She decides to focus on the present, on the feeble light of the candle, the sound of his heartbeat, the touch of his fingertips, the weight of his presence.

And then on his lips against hers.

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Living in Goryeo is hard.

Not that living in the 21st Century was any easier for Go Hajin, being chased by creditors of debts she didn't make before drowning in a lake. However, none of the hardships she ever faced before her bizarre time travel involved the lives of the ones she cared about. Now it's her life that hangs by a thread, and as of tomorrow her life will legally belong to a man she once loved but has come to despise.

Living in Goryeo is hard, and that's why she will harden her heart.

She will do it so her heart won't crush inside her chest.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks one more time, not liking her idea, and still trying to convince her to run away with him.

Soo doesn't blame him. Unlike her, So doesn't know for sure that he'll manage to be king soon, and will hold his position for many years to come. Unlike her, he won't be forced to be married nor will he be used as a bait. She can understand that, but he also has to understand that there is no alternative.

"I've been serving the king this past year," she says in an attempt to ease him, "I doubt the 8th Prince would be worse."

So only shakes his head in a strong protest, and she knows this will be even harder than she thought.

"You don't know that," he argues with a desperate tone, "I always disapproved my 3rd Brother, but Wook is different," he sneers as he says the 8th Prince's name, "You never know what he's thinking, with that pretty smile of his."

That pretty smile of his was indeed a problem. Everything would have been easier if the 8th Prince wasn't so gentle and affectionate to her. If he had at least a noticeable flaw, then maybe she wouldn't have looked at him twice. If she hadn't been deceived by the façade he put on to the world, if she hadn't offered her heart to him, nor taken his hand, then maybe they wouldn't be in such a situation.

But she had followed him that night, then she promised her hand to him, then everything fell apart. However, the 8th Prince greed was not only for the throne that corrupted everyone, but for her as well. And now he got his claws on her.

She sighs in defeat, unable to do anything to revert her choices.

"This is my fault as well, forgive me."

"Your fault?" He dismisses her apology, "Aren't you another victim of the intrigues of the palace?"

"For not accepting you back then," she explains with a beaten down voice, "We wouldn't have any problems if I hadn't been so stubborn."

The 4th Prince looks down for a few seconds, and he breathes in deeply before facing her again.

"Did you say no because of Wook?" There is a bit of insecurity on his voice, the knowledge of her past relationship on top of all that has been happening to her not helping to ease down his anxiety.

"I said no for a lot more reasons. And most of them were about you."

Soo knows it's a miserable excuse, but it's the truth. And the truth is what they need now. The truth is the only thing that will help them to overcome what is about to happen.

"That doesn't make it any better."

"I just told you because I'd rather not have you doubting me while you're away." She doesn't want to fight, not now, when they are about to be separated and to be condemned to hold to such a fragile hope, "You know everything there is to know right now, so if you hear anything else, it's a lie, don't believe them."

It's most definitely not everything. There's still a secret Hae Soo keeps from the world, but it's not like someone out there knew it and was planning to use it against her.

The 4th Prince exhales and closes his eyes before giving in, his head hanging low in an exaggerated gesture.

"You too," his answer comes as a whisper, his voice cracking, "They might tell you things. You mustn't look shaken at all. No matter what it is."

He looks shaken already, but he reaches her hand and hold it tightly, so she smiles in reassurance.

"And if you see the 8th prince you can't threaten him."

He scoffs, but doesn't let go of her hand so she comes closer, her arms enlacing his neck as he complains, "That will be the hardest."

"And if he tells you something to annoy you, you have to remain calm."

He blinks at her recommendation, embracing her one last time, looking down into her eyes as she looks back to him.

"I think I'm just going to abduct you," he says after a pause and she chuckles.

"And if you think about coming to see me, don't." She buries her head in his chest, savoring his presence, and sighs with him while thinking about the distance that has already begun to grow between them.

There is sadness when they kiss. A reluctance to let go of each other, a slow and lingering sensation, burning deep down on her chest. And the touch of his lips tells her that he feels it as well.

They both hate it, but they both know that letting go now is the best choice for them to be together with no fears in the future.

"I'll definitely come back," he says with a newfound confidence and she smiles in relief.

"I know."

"If anything happens, talk to Ji Mong or Baek Ah, they help you."

"I will."

Soo stands up with him and fights the urge to grab him and make him stay as he begins to get ready to leave.

"If he just as much look at you the wrong way, hit him and come to me."

She looks up in a musing manner, but then shrugs teasingly, "I'll hit him and keep waiting."

"What am I to do with you?" He chuckles and she engraves the sound of his laugh on her memory.

Then, slowly, she allows him to pull away from her hold, from her touch. Soo watches the desolation take over his face and she knows she has a similar expression. She knows she looks like a woman who lost the world.

And that she has, but only for a while.

She lost her world, but he promised to come back for her. And he never went back on his word.

As long as she has this promise, she can keep her heart beating.

"Good luck on taking the throne," she blurts when he reaches the door and he turns around to face her.

"I'll do it," he says with a determinate smile, and she smiles as well.

"I know you will."

The 4th Prince leaves once again, and she's alone in her room.

Soon it would be morning, and the court ladies would come to prepare her for her wedding. Later, the 8th Prince would come to make her his.

She would die a thousand times before letting that happened.

A\N: I say I don't care about historical accuracy, and yet I spend almost an hour analyzing Goryeo maps to find names of locations...

ririmreader: I wave the SoSoo flag with all my might - but I tend to forget to tag them when I post stuff. But I'm sure this chapter answers your question. Also, sorry if you expected WookSoo. Thanks a lot for reading! :D