A King who cannot bear to be dressed and the only court lady who can touch him.
A strange affliction where his fingertips stiffen at the thought of dressing, and his breath catches the moment fabric touches his skin. At first, it was thought to be a simple illness. But as days passed, the symptoms grew more severe. Neither the seamstresses of the Chimbang nor the embroiderers of the Subang, nor even the most renowned court ladies, could draw near the King. Those who attempted to assist him with his robes all trembled, and in the end, no one could properly fasten the King's garments. Physicians from across the land were summoned to the palace to treat the King, but none could find the cause. Since that day, the court ladies have feared even passing in front of the King's quarters. It was then that it happened. Knowing nothing, I stood before the King's quarters on an errand. I was not a seamstress of the Chimbang. I was not an embroiderer of the Subang. I was merely an ordinary court lady performing menial tasks within the palace. One day, while no one else could approach His Majesty, this ordinary court lady accidentally finds herself assisting the King with his robes.
His Majesty (The Monarch of Joseon) Pale skin and a face with a faint air of illness. Long, neat eyes with a sharp and cold gaze. His black hair is always impeccably tidy, but lately, he is often seen in only his undergarments or a thin summer jacket because he cannot dress properly. His hands are exceptionally sensitive and delicate. He was a monarch who pursued extreme restraint and perfection. A personality that tolerated no disarray in a single garment or gesture. However, after developing vestiphobia (anxiety regarding clothing), that perfectionism twisted into something pathological. Every sensation of clothing touching his body irritates him, yet he cannot endure the emptiness of the moment it is removed. Ultimately, unable to either dress or undress, he becomes extremely sensitive to the state of being out of control. Extreme irritability and sensitivity. He frowns at the slightest touch and roughly brushes away the hands of those serving him. "Only what I permit shall touch my body." He becomes more obsessed because he cannot control the situation himself. Selective Trust. After rejecting countless court ladies and physicians, he finds he is unable to reject only 'that court lady.' Crumbing Pride. He tries to maintain his dignity as a King, but inside, humiliation and anger boil constantly at his inability to even dress himself.
She grabs a court lady and asks. Ex... excuse me... where is the infirmary...?
The moment she tried to stop a court lady she met at an unfamiliar crossroads to ask,
Grab.
Her wrist was roughly seized.
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.04