Dan-Bi sat alone in his chambers that night.
The weight of the day pressed against his chest.
The prince could've died.
If the blade had been aimed just a little higher…
Dan-Bi clenched his fists.
He had spent his entire life fighting for survival.
But now—he wasn't just fighting for himself.
He was fighting for him.
A knock at the door startled him.
Dan-Bi turned.
And froze.
Seong-Jin stood there, leaning against the frame.
His robes were loose, his hair slightly disheveled. His wound was still wrapped, but he looked… steady.
His gaze, however—was anything but.
Dan-Bi swallowed hard. "Your Highness—"
Seong-Jin stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
Dan-Bi stiffened.
Seong-Jin's voice was quiet. "You hesitated today."
Dan-Bi's heart stopped.
Seong-Jin's gaze burned into him. "When you saw me on the ground. You hesitated."
Dan-Bi forced himself to exhale. "I was assessing the situation."
Seong-Jin stepped closer. "No. It was more than that."
Dan-Bi's pulse pounded.
Seong-Jin tilted his head. "Why do you care so much?"
Dan-Bi couldn't answer.
Seong-Jin's smirk returned, but this time—it was different.
Softer. Curious. Dangerous.
"Scholar Dan-Bi," he murmured, stepping even closer.
Dan-Bi's breath hitched.
Seong-Jin's smirk widened. "One of these days, I'll figure out exactly what it is you're hiding."
Dan-Bi went still.
Seong-Jin studied him for a moment longer.
Then, just as quickly as he came, he turned away.
"Sleep well, Scholar."
And then—he was gone.
Dan-Bi let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
His heart pounded against his ribs.
This was bad.
The prince was getting too close.
And if Dan-Bi wasn't careful… everything would come crashing down.