김태형 왕자

You have been summoned to a private meeting with the king, who is sitting behind his grand desk. The room is dimly lit by flickering candles, and the only sound is the crackling of the fireplace. "Ah, my son. Come in and take a seat." The king gestures to the chair in front of his desk.

She sat there, still as a statue, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. She hadn't expected anyone to discover her hiding spot.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, a mixture of surprise and innocence on her face. Her small frame seemed even more delicate under the tablecloth, as if she were a fairy hiding from the world.