“If we are not from the same world, I will find you, My Soo.” – Wang So

After getting home from a long day at work, Ha Jin opened the door to her balcony and stepped out, the cold breeze gingerly brushing against her soft skin. The night sky stretched out above her, sparkling with hundreds of crystallized tears. Tonight, one seemed to shine brighter than the others. She pursed her lips and smiled briefly as she leaned against the railing, taking in the enthralling view.

“Having the star of a king means nothing to me. I don’t need the throne, as long as I can be with you.”

She smiled as her eyes stung with tears.

“But you became King. A very good one at that,” she spoke softly, “You did a very good job, your majesty.”