Haneul shuffled around nervously, he paced back and forth with his previously impeccable hair now messed into a mesh of strings, as he repeatedly and messily threaded his fingers into his hair.
The party was over.
He had never felt so relieved before. The only real problem was that the aim of the gathering hadn't been met and that could possibly cost him, big time.
His father wanted him to get married before he gave out his throne to him, but Haneul just couldn't do it.
He wasn't ready for such commitment and he certainly wasn't ready to spend the rest of his life with some stranger just because they had power or riches which he himself had.
Or rather he wasn't ready to pick up anyone but Chang-ho.
He sighed.
He had planned it, envisioned it, and imagined it.
He had wanted to lead
