“So who is she again?” Hanbyul asked, peering over a stack of boxes that showed a girl dressed in a blue gown that flowed perfectly around her heeled feet. She wore a silver tiara embedded with a few precious gems and intricate patterns. She could see that the young woman was frustrated because she was flailing her arms around and her face was scrunched up with an unpleasant tinge of pink.   Tao slapped his dirty sponge to the ground and glared at the woman. “That’s the king’s .” He murmured. “What?” Hanbyul threw Tao an incredulous look.    Tao cleared his throat and pardoned his dirty language. “I meant, she’s the King’s future wife. Iseul.”   Hanbyul nodded in understandment. There was no big surprise that Kai would marry such a stunning person as her. Just assessing the girl from the distance, Hanbyul was bitterly reminded of her last love. If she continued think that Kai was her Kai, she would only end up torn and heart-broken, which was why she was proud of the fact she hadn’t gotten close to Kai or accepted his offer to dance.   “She’s pretty.” Hanbyul complimented absently.   Tao scoffed, arching one of his perfectly lined brows, “Really? That thing is a witch.”   Hanbyul flicked Tao on the nose and left to fulfil her other duties. She needed to mop the corridors, take some weeds out of the garden, sweep the courtyard and actually wash some of the King’s clothing.   As she wiped the last of the tiles of the hallway, Hanbyul sighed and dipped her mop inside the bucket full of impure water. She wiped away the thin sheet of sweat from her neck and forehead and picked the bucket up to return it to the cupboard.   She passed the grand interior of the Palace and took a left turn to where the cleaning supplies were storage. It was a large room of cleaning equipment specially utilised to clean only Palace property. She pushed the bucket and broom to where the other buckets were and then stretched her limbs. Her arms ached, and her heart was a frantic mess within her. Her hair even felt sticky as she ran her fingers through her loose ponytail. *I really need a shower.”   Hanbyul prepared to leave the storage but strange noises emitted nearby. She heard something fall and then a bump before she could hear light snickers. She followed the noise and almost rendered into a heart-attack from the sight. She cupped and spun around and sprinted out the room.   Once she was far away from the Storage Room, she sat on the edge of the indoor fountain sculptured with the image of the previous King. She didn’t care that the water brushed her back, almost soaking her whole. Her mind was thoroughly occupied with the scene she’d witnessed earlier.    She had seen Iseul pressed up against