Chapter 28
Dae-Hyun The walk back to the palace should have eased my fury, but it did not. Each step only drove the anger deeper into my chest. Betrayal stank worse than blood. One of my own magistrates had bent knee to Bool-He, poisoning the court from within. I forced my hands behind my back as we entered the gates, lest I draw steel from instinct. A king cannot look rabid before his people. Even so, my jaw ached from how tightly I clenched it. When Eun-Ae peeled away toward the royal baths, I envied her ease. Her tails brushed the polished stone as she vanished through a doorway. She deserved hot water and peace. I, instead, went with Gon into the dungeons. The air changed at once. Above, the palace smelled faintly of rice wine and burning oil. Below, the stench was damp earth and rust. Torche
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