Warmth of Friendship

I decided to delay my departure by a few days; there was far too much to address after my prolonged absence. For now, the party to celebrate my return took priority, though Seong-Hoon seemed to have other plans. Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and started dragging me toward the palace.

"You need to rest before the festivities, Big Sis," he said with a grin that was both mischievous and determined. His grip was firm, leaving no room for argument.

As we entered the palace, I noticed how much it had changed. The entire interior had been transformed—it felt more spacious, grander. My eyes were drawn to the massive black throne at the end of the main hall. Adorned in intricate gold designs, it radiated power and authority, a throne truly befitting an empress. The urge to sit on it surged within me, but before I could give in, Seong-Hoon tugged me toward another room.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice.