Prince Hwa

Just then, the door creaked open again, and a pair of black-shod feet appeared before his blurred gaze.

Large feet, unmistakably a man’s.

Mugeon froze, and in that instant, an unfamiliar voice pierced through his haze.

“Is this the one?”

The voice wasn’t particularly deep for a man, and it was certainly unfamiliar to him.

Then, the woman’s voice from earlier—the same stranger—replied in a low tone.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

‘...Your Highness?’

At the sound of that title, Mugeon carefully lifted his head.

His gaze met the man’s, who looked down with a cold, composed expression.

Like Jo Seoyeop, this man carried an unmistakable air of nobility, yet his authority felt more relaxed in contrast.

As Mugeon’s eyes drifted to the wide sleeves of the man’s crimson silk robe, a sudden thought struck him.

‘Could it be that I’d somehow returned to the imperial palace?‘

The man in black shoes suddenly knelt, taking Mugeon’s face in his hands and forcing their eyes to meet.