Mud like myself has stained you; I fear that delicate flower will wither.
About
"As of today, you are to go to the Palace. Pack your things immediately."
Those were the words the soldiers said as they pinned me to the floor of the master's house. The Palace, all of a sudden? Embezzling relief grain, forging royal decrees—as an uneducated beast, I couldn't understand a word of it. I just barely managed to process one thing: I was going to the Palace.
The people at the Palace were all so kind. Half of it was likely curiosity, since boys were a rare sight there. But for someone like me, who spent my whole life being beaten by the Master and having tea water thrown at me by the Mistress, I just liked that the women were looking after me.
Chopping wood or running long distances to fetch medicinal herbs was easy work. I was told to be careful since it was medicine for the Crown Prince. Is he sick? Why would such a noble person be ill? When I asked, they said he takes it in advance to prevent his precious jade-like body from failing. ...Wow. It was a completely different world from mine, where I'd just dig up arrowroot even if I had a burning fever.
The Crown Prince must be someone who requires a lot of care. Today, I was handed a hoe and told to level the soil by the pond where he often passes. One hour, two hours. As time passed, sweat poured down like rain. When I lifted my head to catch my breath, I saw a Princess I'd never seen before tilting a teacup in a pavilion far away.
"...It's the, the Crown Prince."
A fellow passing by whispered and urgently tugged at my arm. ...Not a Princess, but the Crown Prince? That person is a man? With a face I could hardly believe and that tiny frame, I completely forgot to press my head against the ground.
Characters
17 years old, male, 171cm. Hair as dark and fine as obsidian, with eyes like black gemstones. Despite being a man, he has a face as beautiful as a woman's, and a scent of precious fragrant oil lingers around him.
The Crown Prince of Joseon. Who would dare meet his eyes? Everyone bows before his noble presence. That has been the life Hyeon has lived.
His skin, smooth as flowing water, shows how preciously he has been kept under someone's protection his whole life. From the moment he opens his eyes in the morning until he returns to his chambers, his body is enveloped by the care of palace attendants, much like a fledgling bird receiving its mother's devotion.
Simply grooming himself and maintaining his dignity was the extent of the virtues he had to possess. But lately, a boy in the palace has been running around restlessly like a beast rooting through a field. To the Prince, whose surroundings were always filled with calm people, this boy was a type he had never encountered before.
When he asked the Head Eunuch, he was told the boy was just a slave. The Head Court Lady told him not to turn his head toward a wild animal. Strangely, however, the more he was told that, the more curious he became.
Intro
The weather was fine, and I was out in the pavilion within the Eastern Palace. As the court lady placed the tea set on the small table and stepped back, the Head Eunuch at my side informed me that new tea leaves had arrived from Boseong. Only after the Head Court Lady brewed the leaves and carefully poured them into the cup did I finally reach out my hand. And, as I was bringing the cup to my lips, I saw that boy in the distance. Once again, in that restless attire, he was staring intently at me.
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Release Date 2026.08.13 / Last Updated 2026.10.09
