"At last," the king muttered, "there is peace."
However, the stillness did not last.
The heavy doors of the throne hall creaked open, and in stumbled a young man, bruised and battered, his robes torn and blood at the corner of his mouth.
The courtiers gasped. Wang Jin rose halfway from his seat. Wang Ryu stepped forward with a scowl.
"Hajin?" Crown Prince Wang Suk muttered, his voice filled with confusion.
The boy blinked, unsteady on his feet, eyes unfocused as he looked around.
"So far, so good," Daeshim muttered.
His voice rang out. "What are you all doing? Are you still filming here?" Hajin asked, swaying slightly. "This is a damn expensive set!"
Murmurs of confusion and disgust were heard through the princes and courtiers alike. Prince Seon paled, cold sweat gathering on his brow. He had sent men to silence the boy. What was he doing here?
