Moon over the broken throne

Chapter.2

Morning came quietly.

Too quiet for a world that had just fallen apart.

Jisoo sat upright despite the pain tearing through his body. The room had modest wooden walls, simple bedding, nothing that suggested wealth or power.

Yet everything was too clean.

Too controlled.

Arin stood by the table, preparing medicine with precise movements. She hadn’t spoken since dawn.

“You move like someone trained,” Jisoo said.

She didn’t look at him.

“So do you.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?”

Her tone was calm, but there was an edge beneath it.

Jisoo watched her carefully.

“You’re not just a survivor,” he said. “You knew what would happen.”

That made her pause.

Just slightly.

“Careful,” she replied. “Suspicion can get you killed faster than swords.”

Jisoo smirked faintly despite himself.

“I’m already supposed to be dead.”

Arin turned, finally meeting his eyes.

“Then don’t waste the second life you’ve been given.”

She walked toward him, holding out a bowl.

“Drink.”

He didn’t take it.

“Not until you tell me the truth.”

A long silence followed.

Then

Arin sighed softly.

“You’re stubborn.”

“And you’re hiding something.”

Another pause.

Then she sat down across from him.

“The Crown Prince didn’t act alone,” she said quietly. “General Mok Seung controls the army now. The court has already been reshaped.”

Jisoo’s jaw tightened.

“And you?”

A flicker crossed her eyes.

“I was once part of the palace.”

“Once?”

“I left before it fell.”

“Convenient.”

Arin’s expression hardened slightly.

“You think I betrayed them.”

“I think you survived too easily.”

The words hung heavy between them.

Then,

Unexpectedly,

Arin smiled.

But it wasn’t warm.

“If I had betrayed them,” she said softly, leaning closer, “you wouldn’t be alive to question me.”

Jisoo held her gaze.

There it was again.

That feeling.

Danger… wrapped in elegance.

Finally, he took the bowl and drank.

Trust, for now.

But not fully.

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Later that evening,

Arin led him outside.

The rain had stopped. The world smelled of wet earth and quiet aftermath.

“We don’t have much time,” she said.

“For what?”

“To disappear.”

Jisoo frowned.

“I’m not running.”

“You’re not ready to fight.”

“I don’t need to be ready. I need to act.”

Arin turned sharply.

“And die?”

Their eyes met again.

This time, neither looked away.

“You want revenge,” she said. “So do I.”

“Then we move now.”

“No,” she said firmly. “We move smart.”

Jisoo clenched his fist.

“You don’t understand”

“I understand perfectly,” she cut in. “I lost people too.”

Her voice didn’t rise.

But it deepened.

Something really slipped through.

For the first time

Jisoo saw the grief she had been hiding.

And it changed something.

Slightly.

“Then tell me your plan,” he said.

Arin looked toward the distant mountains.

“There’s a place,” she said. “Where exiled soldiers gather. Mercenaries. Survivors. Men who no longer serve the throne.”

Jisoo’s expression darkened.

“You want to build an army.”

“I want to break one.”

A faint wind passed between them.

“And the prince?” Jisoo asked.

Arin’s eyes sharpened.

“We can’t strike him yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” she said quietly…

“He’s expecting you.”

Silence.

Then

“He believes you’re dead,” Jisoo said.

Arin shook her head slowly.

“No.”

Her gaze turned distant.

“He’s not the kind of man who leaves loose ends.”

A pause.

Then she added

“And neither am I.”

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As night fell again, the two stood side by side—bound not by trust, not by friendship…

But by something far more fragile.

A shared enemy.

And a past neither had fully revealed.

Far away, in the palace rebuilt by betrayal,

Crown Prince Daejin stood before the throne.

“Have they found the body?” he asked.

A guard knelt.

“No, Your Highness.”

Daejin smiled faintly.

“Good.”

He turned toward the window, staring into the dark horizon.

“Then the game isn’t over yet.”

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