The wedding was not a large society event, though the world’s media would have paid millions for a glimpse. It was a quiet ceremony in the same hanok guesthouse, surrounded by the people who had become the pillars of their new world. The air was crisp, and the last of the autumn leaves, fiery red and gold, formed a brilliant canopy against the clear blue sky.
Yuna wore a modernized hanbok in a deep, creamy ivory, its simple lines echoing the traditional architecture. The obsidian ring was her only jewel. Jun stood waiting for her at the end of the grassy aisle, flanked by Seong-gi and, to everyone’s surprise, Park Min-gi, who had cleaned up impressively in a dark suit, his presence a solid, grounding force. Jun looked both powerful and serene in a traditional jeogori and baji, the deep bl
