Vaani had a plan—a ridiculous one, but a plan nonetheless. She made her way to Prince Vir’s tent at the tourney grounds, determined to carry it out. Wandering among the rows of tents, she came across a servant who kindly pointed her in the direction of her brothers’ quarters. Following his instructions, she pushed aside the flap of what she thought was Vir’s tent.
But as she stepped inside, she found it empty. No one was there. Her eyes fell on a pile of garments carelessly tossed onto the bed—a black hanbok, exactly like the one she had noticed a man wearing outside.
"You’re not supposed to be here," a cold voice interrupted from behind, making her spin around.
"I’m sorry, I—" she stammered, her words faltering as she took in the man before her. Clad in a green hanbok, his face conceal
