𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

Perhaps idly walking through the city while she teetered precariously on the edge of a mental precipice wasn't exactly the smartest idea Y/N had ever had. Not when she had constantly been battling back with such a fragile state of mind, every hour worse than the last, each thought like a sharp throwing knife thunking against her skull, turning her into a life sized pin cushion.

Her hands were tucked deep into her coat pockets as her footsteps slowly trailed through the winding streets. Y/N's subconscious lingered on the people who walked and stumbled past her with all manners of varying paces; the nightly drunks crashed into each other with rugged cheeks and slurred speech, while crowded groups of friends shrieked with laughter, the chaotic but joyous sounds being carried along with the chilly breeze that swept past Y/N's cheeks in a biting kiss. She couldn't help but feel a little wistful - the woman couldn't remember the last time she laughed in such a carefree manner with someone. 

Deep down, it was all she longed for, all she craved, more than she was ever willing to admit to herself. On most days, it was like a heavy boulder was situated on top of her emotions, squishing them down into paper thin slivers of nothingness; she couldn't get them free, couldn't tug them out from from the substantial weight on her shoulders, and her body and her mind were left almost completely numb. It had been that way for as long as she could remember - agony, followed by a bleakness that was almost worse than the former. 

Y/N had decided she had needed a ‘breath of fresh air’ over three hours ago now. Three hours ago, she told herself that five minutes beyond the suffocating walls of her house was all that she needed, and that she would be completely fine afterwards. She hadn't entirely believed herself then, and she was reluctant to do so now, even though her short stroll wouldn't have turned into a three hour long trek if that had been true. She was beyond exhausted, and yet, the middle of nowhere with its abrasive wind was over a hundred times more appealing than going back there. 

Y/N leaned against a small barrier on the side of the street, exhaling slowly. A small cloud of white formed in front of her; the metal was cool beneath her fingertips and she shivered as she looked out with tired eyes onto the world moving in front of her. It was shrouded in a blanket of red and gold, lights twinkling at her from every corner in a way that usually would have instantly cheered her up. But that wasn't the case tonight; tonight, they filled her with a deeper sense of loneliness, the colours bright yet doing nothing to lighten the darkness that had its sharp talons digging into her mind. 

She sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. Her skin was frozen yet felt hot to her touch, and she folded her arms around herself, trying to ignite even the smallest spark of heat within herself. It was fruitless - but she kept her limbs tucked in close regardless as her gaze continued to lightly follow the people walking past her. They mostly wore easy smiles, their laughter avid; but Y/N wondered if any of them felt the way she did. She wondered just how many of them were smiling outwardly, while their insides contorted and tangled together uncomfortably like hers were. 

In such a picturesque looking city with its cheerful lights and immaculate decorations, just how many of its people truly had emotions to match? 

Was everyone truly as happy as they seemed? 

Or were they all at war with themselves too? 

Y/N flinched, blinking rapidly; something had landed on her eyelashes. Her face scrunched up at the contact, and a trickle of icy water kissed the delicate skin beneath her eye. She tilted her head up to the navy sky, and her lips parted in wonder as tiny flutters of snow continued to land upon her skin, the railing she was holding onto, and the ground upon which she stood. 

Something about the first snow of the year always caused Y/N's eyes to prickle. The serenity of it all momentarily through the heaviness that had been suffocating her; her eyelids fluttered shut as the backs of her eyes burned, and when she opened them again, the world was blurry. 

A passerby suddenly rushed past her in a hurry: he brushed faintly against her arm, and much like the world around her was beginning to,Y/N froze. The contact had been minimal, almost nondescript, like the brush of a feather that perhaps the average person wouldn't have even bat an eye at; but Y/N did. She noticed everything. Years of constantly pushing people away and avoiding all forms of contact from others had made her hyper awareness skyrocket, and she was able to pick up on the smallest of movements from the people in her vicinity. Even the most miniscule of touches from the wrong person was enough to make Y/N spiral, her breath quickening and her chest tightening. Perhaps trauma had done this to her. Perhaps she would have truly believed that the intricate wiring that made up her person was altered and destroyed permanently, if it wasn’t for the extensive time she spent within the privacy of her mind imagining being tucked up in the comfort of his arms, imagining not having to pretend around him, day after day, night after night … 

He was all she wanted. 

And because of that, she had always pushed him away. 

Y/N curled a trembling hand around her arm as she stared down at the gravel beneath her. The snow tainted shadows spilling across the pavement warped as tears swam in the pits of Y/N's eyes, and it took all of her remaining willpower to not break down in the middle of the wide street. She inhaled deeply, her fingers pressing into the curve of her arm hard enough to bruise. But it was what she needed; the pressure grounded her, the slight sting pulling her back to reality, if for only a moment. She found herself squeezing her eyes shut once more, trying to repress a fresh wave of tears as the moments passed by in a slow haze.  

Her pocket vibrated at her hip, and her eyes snapped open again. Y/N slipped her fingers into it and reached for her phone as another notification bloomed across her screen and stacked on top of the previous one. 

Chris: Are you home? 

Chris: Doing okay? Door's open if you need me … like always. 

Okay yes I couldn't help but reblog here as well. I simply LOVE the way you write about Love ❤️

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬 (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 42)

A few sunny days had passed since Y/N had arrived in Australia. Spring was in full bloom, and the fragrant scent of cherry blossoms and jacaranda trees perfumed the light air as Y/N walked down the street, a permanent smile soft on her lips as she listened to Chan's energetic ramble from beside her. 

He had been pointing out all of his favourite things to her for the best part of an hour, a contagious sparkle in his gaze as it surveyed their surroundings. There was a charm to him when he was like this, Y/N noticed. His speech was bubbly and his eyes lit up more and more with every new piece of information he relayed; it even seemed as though his hair had its own personality, with the way it bobbed up and down and side to side in time with his words. His hand was curled around a small leash, and his dog Berry pattered along at a leisurely pace in front of them both, the tip tap of her claws on the footpaths making Y/N smile. 

“Mum and dad really like you, you know,” Chan hummed after a while, stealing a glance at Y/N. “I don't think they want you to leave.” 

Y/N started to flush. She had been incredibly nervous when Chan had asked her in a shy way of his own if she'd like to meet his parents. He had assured her that she didn't have to do anything she wasn't comfortable with, that it was entirely up to her if she wanted to or not; but she saw the way his face seemed to glow in anticipation of her answer. She saw how he shone brighter when she agreed. 

Having had one of the worst experiences with her own parents, the idea of meeting someone else's caused anxiety to coil in the pit of her stomach - all the things that could possibly go wrong echoed in her mind in the form of distressing scenarios, making her gulp and force a smile onto her face. 

But upon meeting them, Y/N immediately couldn't understand why she had allowed herself to fall susceptible to the taunts of her mind in the first place; Chan's parents were much like him, with their strong ethics and respectable personalities, warmth radiating from the both of them and love seeping into every corner of their carefully crafted home. It was so completely different from the house Y/N had known for the majority of her life, and tears had prickled in the backs of Y/N's eyes when they greeted her with wide smiles, Chan's mother engulfing her in a hug as if she was one of her own.

“I like your parents,” Y/N replied quietly. “They're just like you.” 

Chan raised an eyebrow, his nose pink under the sun. “Oh yeah? How?” 

Gathering her thoughts, Y/N shrugged and watched as Berry ran around in a circle, chasing a floating cherry blossom petal. It landed onto the tip of her nose, and Y/N's lips curved up into an affectionate smile just as Chan's face crumpled with overflowing emotion. 

“Warm,” Y/N said simply. “And … inviting? It's easy to feel comfortable around them.” 

Flitting his gaze to her, Chan couldn't help but grin. “You really feel that way?” 

She nodded. 

“Sweet,” Chan smiled to himself, looking down at the footpath. He tugged at Berry's leash with a chuckle as she nearly slammed into an upcoming streetlamp, the energetic dog pausing and looking up at Chan with her wide eyes. 

It made him laugh, and he crouched down, dropping the leash before reaching for her instead. Berry's paws scraped across the pavement in her haste to get to him, and her tail wagged in the breeze as she jumped onto his knees, her nose disappearing into the side of Chan's neck. The man's sweet laughter filled the air as his fingers lightly scrabbled through her fur, and from beside him, Y/N couldn't keep the growing smile off of her face as she watched. 

“Fancy going to the beach?” Chan asked a moment later. He tipped his head up to Y/N just as Berry aimed a carefully timed lick to the underside of Chan's jaw. 

Y/N's eyebrows shot up her forehead. “When?” 

“Now?” Chan suggested with a twinkling grin. “It's not too far. Kids can come with us … if you want.” 

Y/N started to giggle. “You're obsessed with them.”

“Yeah. I am,” Chan chuckled. “But I'm also obsessed with you.” 

Lips twitching, Y/N crouched down beside him. Berry turned and placed a paw on Y/N's knee, and she laughed under her breath when she jumped from Chan's lap and into her arms. 

“Looks like Berry's obsessed with you too,” Chan dropped from his knees and sat back on the pavement with a sigh, cocking his head towards Y/N with an affectionate glimmer in his eyes. “Oh watch out … looks like she wants to eat you.” 

True to Chan's word, Y/N was met by Berry's tongue swiping right across her face before she could move her head out of the way. Her facial expression was one of pure comedy, and Chan cracked up with a fit of laughter just as Berry bumped her nose against Y/N's. 

“Told you to watch out,” Chan wheezed, watching Y/N swipe the back or her hand across her wet face. “Think she likes you more than she likes me.” 

“That's not true - oof,” Y/N toppled backwards as the dog collided with her face. Her voice was muffled when she spoke through Berry's fur, which only made Chan laugh harder. 

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Even if i already reblogged with all I had to say about this amazing series, on my new blog, I feel like I need to do right by it and reblog on the account I found this fic on...Thank You once again for your gift of a series ❤️🖤

𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 (𝟑)

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「Bow Down」 · Chapter 1

GOOD MOURNING ➥ Two people who don't even know each other share the same fate on the same day.

➥ 7.2k (~30 min. read)

⚠ — Heavy angst, violence, themes of loss (see masterlist for more)

This is going to hurt so good...

im convinced chan is a “you can take it” type of guy ☹️☹️😓

—what you do to me; bang chan

PAIRING I bang chan x fem!reader

CAST I bang chan, felix lee (mentioned)

WC | 1.3k

GENRE I smut

WARNINGS | explicit language, explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, grinding, oral (fem receiving), slight exhibitionism

SYNOPSIS | after a successful show, chan wants to do three things: one, bask in all of the glory, two, fuck you until you can’t walk, and three, take you back to the hotel and do number two all over again.

A/N I requested by @jalitepng literally a million years ago i’m so sorry this took forever bri 😫 hope you enjoy this little fic regardless, ilysm bae hehe <33

request to be added to current and future taglists HERE!

MASTERLIST | STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

Sweat trickles down the back of his neck, dripping down the protruding veins as he sings loud and clear for everyone in the audience to hear. His confidence is through the roof; he’s practically oozing smugness and radiating an addicting, nonchalant energy that makes you furious—but only because right now, he belongs to the stage, not you.

Pouty Brat

Chan x Female reader

Word count: 3.3K

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Chan steps out of line and you have to remind him what happens to pouty brats when they break the rules.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, masterbation (m), sexting (pictures/video), Chan sub/MC dom dynamic, pet names (baby, baby girl, good boy), bondage, oral (m&f receiving), edging, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, teensey bit of breeding kink. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I will add it asap!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

“Baby? Are you okay in there?” 

Chan's knuckles were the softest of taps against the bathroom door; he was met with the sound of sporadic heavy breathing and faint whimpers, and his eyes softened in sympathy. 

“Can I come in, baby girl?” 

A faint ‘mhm’ came in response, and Chan pushed open the door to see his wife doubled over on the toilet, her arms clutching at her stomach in a way that couldn't possibly be comfortable. She looked up slowly at the sound of him, her face completely drained of all its colour and clammy around her hairline. 

“I can't … move,” Y/N whispered brokenly as Chan crouched in front of her. “I feel so … “ 

His hands were gentle as they smoothed her hair back from her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks in soothing sweeps. 

“My poor baby … “ Chan pressed a kiss to her forehead and cupped her face. “It really hurts, huh?” 

She nodded, and her eyes prickled with tears as her lower abdomen pierced her reality again with another wave of sharp pain; her breath hitched and her face contorted at the feeling, and she couldn't stop it when her tears started to dribble down her cheeks on their own accord. 

“I hate periods,” she breathed. “So much.”  

Chan's hand was tender as he slowly stroked it back and forth on her thigh, spreading comfort through her skin. “I know, baby. Come on … let me help you up, hmm? Let me take care of you.” 

With his gentle touch, Chan managed to ease his wife out of the bathroom; she was held secure in the safety of his arms as he carried her into their bedroom, and he settled her down on the edge of the bed with care before pulling open one of his drawers. He found his favourite t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, the grey material the softest that he owned, and lingering with his scent as he kneeled in front of her again. 

“Let's get these off … “ Chan hummed as he gripped the hem of her heavy jumper and pulled it off of her body. Goosebumps immediately prickled over Y/N's skin, making her shiver, and Chan leaned forward to plant a soft trail of kisses to her collarbone. He smiled softly up at her, his eyes sparkling with love for her as he draped his thin t-shirt over her head, helping her slide her arms through the sleeves. 

Y/N looked exhausted as she watched him; she didn't want to admit it, but being in constant pain from her cramps stole more energy from her than she'd have liked. Her eyes drooped as they followed the way Chan rolled her jeans off of her legs and replaced them with his sweatpants. She hadn't realised just how much worse her heavy clothes had been making her feel until her husband's clothes fell in soft drapes against her skin, his sweet scent weaved into the fibres of the light material and immediately surrounding her in a bubble of calm. She exhaled slowly as her stomach paused it's violent torture on her briefly. Chan's presence acted as a balm for her, and her eyes fell shut as she felt his fingers grazing her temples. His fingertips combed through her hair before gently pulling it up into a loose knot at the crown of her head; the sudden exposure of her neck made her breathe a sigh of relief, and Chan leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck with his plump lips. 

“My baby,” he whispered, smoothing his knuckles over the side of her neck. “More comfy, yeah?” 

She nodded gratefully, affection for him flashing across her eyes as she leaned forward, dropping her forehead against her shoulder. Her body sank into his as his arms slipped around her waist, holding her tight as a flurry of soft kisses found their way to her temples. 

“Hungry?” He asked her simply, rubbing her back.

She shook her head. 

“You sure? I can make you something … whatever you want, tell me and I'll make it,” Chan hummed, his lips pressed to her temple. 

“Later,” Y/N smiled weakly. “Feel like I'll be sick from the pain if I eat anything.” 

Chan's eyebrows knit together in a mix of worry and sympathy. Pressing another kiss to her forehead, Chan scooped her back into his arms before making his way out of the bedroom; he padded down the stairs and shuffled towards the sofa where he gently laid her down, reaching for the heavy blanket that was neatly draped over the back. He tucked it around her shoulders and caressed her cheek, her eyes falling shut again from his touch.  

“I'm gonna make you some tea,” Chan said, his voice a low rumble as he continued to smooth his fingers over her skin. “I'll be as quick as I can.”

She nodded, curling her knees up to her chest as more cramps stabbed at her insides like blunt knives; she clenched her eyes tight, exhaling slowly in an attempt to distract herself from the agony. 

Chan moved around the kitchen quickly; he poured boiling water over some camomile tea leaves, his other hand working on the microwave buttons as he made to heat up a set of heat packs. Once he was done, he moved towards the sofa and set the mug down on the little coffee table before popping out two pills from a foil packet. 

“Here,” Chan hummed, holding the painkillers out to her. “Say ‘ah’.” 

Unable to help herself, Y/N started to giggle. She did as he said, and he held out the mug of tea to her; she took it gratefully, washing the pills down with the floral drink, the heat from the tea immediately flooding through her body. 

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, her eyes prickling again. 

Chan smiled, taking the mug from her and setting it down on the table again. He kissed her forehead, nuzzling his nose against hers. “You don't have to thank me, baby.” 

Chan then reached for the heatpacks he had brought over, and he gently peeled away a bit of the blanket, Y/N shivering at the sudden cool air on her arms. 

“Here … scooch up a little,” Chan said, and Y/N shifted a little so he could place one of the heat packs beneath her lower back. He settled the other one onto her stomach before sitting beside her, and he held his bare arms out towards her with a knowing smile painted on his lips. He chuckled when Y/N immediately moved towards him and ducked under his arms, her cheek landing against the soft skin of his chest as she cuddled up into his side. Chan's skin was hot against her face, and Y/N shivered again as she snuggled further into his embrace; his grip on her tightened before he reached for the corner of the blanket, and he draped it over her shoulders.

“Cosy?” Chan murmured to her as the both of his arms resumed their positions curled around her body. Her head rested just beneath his chin, and she nodded, her soft breathing tickling his neck. 

With one hand delicate in smoothing over her arm, Chan's other hand found its way to her stomach. His fingers were like kisses as they slipped beneath her t-shirt, and with a firm but gentle pressure, Chan began to rub slow circles over her the lower portion of her stomach. His thumb caressed her skin as he did so, and Y/N's eyes fell shut again when he felt his cheek laying against the top of her head. 

“Wish I could take all the pain away from you,” Chan whispered, his hand continuing to massage her cramps away. “Wanna make it all better.” 

At that, Y/N couldn't help but smile. “You are making it better. You always do.” 

It was true; something about her husband's presence always managed to cause any sort of pain she was feeling to dissipate as if it had never even existed in the first place. Even just hearing his voice or seeing his face was enough to substantially reduce her symptoms; but with his arms wrapped around her and his hand on her stomach, Y/N instantly felt as though her cramps had completely vanished.  

Chan peered down at her, his nose a little pink. “Yeah?” 

She nodded against him again, cuddling further into his arms, almost as if she was hoping to merge her body into his. “Mhm. You're magic.” 

Chan's laughter escaped him in a soft breath; he held her a little tighter, kisses raining down onto her head like a shower of shooting stars. 

With her pain virtually gone and the soft drumming of Chan's heartbeat against her cheek, Y/N was finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. Her husband's hands were constantly moving in loving strokes over skin, the heat from him seeping through her and wrapping her in an internal blanket that cushioned all of her ailments. Her drowsiness was escalating, and she curled her arms a little tighter around his torso, the fine grain of his skin at her fingers familiar and even more comforting.

Chan seemed to have noticed; she couldn't see it, but his face had split into an adoring grin as he watched her melt further into him, her face softening with her sleepiness. 

“Chris … ?” Y/N murmured, his name leaving her mouth in a soft whisper. 

“Hmm?” Chan squeezed her shoulder in response.

Y/N stifled a yawn. “Love you. So … so much … “ 

The man stopped himself from squealing out loud. He bit his lip, his face scrunching up as a wave of cuteness aggression washed over him, darkening the blush on his cheeks. 

His fingertips were light as they tickled her shoulder. “I love you more, baby.” 

“No … I love you more,” Y/N's words were slurred, tumbling into each other as slumber began to take a hold of her. It made Chan chuckle quietly, and he nuzzled his cheek against hers as he held her even closer to him.

“Go to sleep, baby girl,” Chan grinned, caressing her hair away from her forehead. “I'm not going anywhere … gonna stay here the whole time.” 

Y/N sighed in contentment at that. “Promise?” 

“I promise,” Chan agreed. He leaned down and kissed her temple, his hand going to cradle her head against his chest as he leaned back on the sofa a little, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible. 

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Probs gonna be the last post I repost in a while...

STRAY KIDS REACTION TO…

ᡴꪫ CHAN…. would have been so against the idea but after so much convincing he finally gave in. you had promised to not interfere with his work for it. yet he should have known better. he trusts you so much that he had thought you were pleased with him just having it in… forgetting about it while being cooped up in the studio.

you always bullied the others when they’d go to the bathroom in pairs. obviously it’s sometimes a security thing, but really, you found it silly how they always made someone go with them.

you were humming to yourself your verses, staring at yourself in the mirror while your stylist added some final touches to your hair. you lost track of how many times you’ve had your hair done today. this is the second show of the day and-

“you look nice,” you comment when your eyes drift towards jisung.

The Rising Empress (Bang Chan) - Chapter 1 - The Sacrificial Lamb

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 1 - The Sacrificial Lamb

Chapter word count: 3.9k words

~one month ago~

~The Kingdom of the South~

The Kingdom of the South, one of the most powerful Kingdoms to ever exist, has always been graced with fields full of wheat, mines of gold, deep forests and merchant guilds to travel in and out of the country. Most of all, however, it has been graced with a people that don’t shy away from showing their support to the King and Queen they so much adore.

The Rising Empress (Bang Chan) - Chapter 2 - The Wedding

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Chapter 2 - The Wedding

Chapter word count: 6.4k words

~present day~

The road to the Capital of the Empire of the Sun is long and unpleasant for Aristia, who’s never had to travel outside the castle before. The carriage is small and uncomfortable, only having enough space to accommodate two people: herself, and one of her maids. She has motion sickness and is on the verge of throwing up multiple times throughout the journey, to everyone’s displeasure, who don’t shy away from scowling at her whenever she asks for a little break.

The Rising Empress (Bang Chan) - Chapter 3 - Mistreatment and the Loss of Self

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Chapter 3 - Mistreatment and the Loss of Self

Chapter word count: 3.3k words

The next morning, Aristia wakes up to soft sun rays on her bed that contrast the throbbing pain in her temples. She’s still dressed in the ripped-up lingerie, the recollection of last night’s events making her heart throb as much as her head.

The Rising Empress (Bang Chan) - Chapter 6 - When You're on Your Own

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Chapter 6 - When You're on Your Own

Chapter word count: 5.5k words

“Mari,” Chris enters Aristia’s room after talking to the King for about an hour. “Where is the Empress?”

“She’s currently taking a bath, Your Majesty.” The maid bows. She still seems on edge, and she’s fidgeting.

“I see. Go in and let her know that I’m waiting for her.” Chris commands. He felt like he spent way too much time chatting with the King about nothing of importance while his mind was stuck on Aristia’s weird mannerisms when she left the room.

“I beg your pardon, but she asked that no one comes in-”

“It’s a command, Mari.” Chris counters, and the maid can’t do anything but nod and follow his orders.

The Rising Empress (Bang Chan) - Chapter 7 - When the Emperor Takes Notice

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Chapter 7 - When the Emperor Takes Notice

Chapter word count: 3.6k words

“Ugh…” Aristia opens her eyes. Her head is hurting, and her body is, too.

“Your Majesty, you’re awake.” Her maid, Mari, bows respectfully.

“What time is it?”

“About 4 o’clock, Your Highness. You are invited to dinner with The Sun and Prince Felix in 2 hours.”

“Tsk. You’re so polite now.” Aristia scoffs and gets out of bed.

“I would like to humbly apologise for my behaviour so far…” Mari gets on her knees and bows lowly, and when Aristia doesn’t say anything, she raises back to her feet and asks: “Would you like some soup before the dinner, or should I get you ready?

“I don’t want anything. Call for Hyunjin.”

She looks down and immediately notices the blood-stained gown.

“Wait, bring me something to change into first.”

The maid follows her instructions and brings her a new dress and a damp cloth to wipe the blood off her skin, and then leaves again, returning with the doctor moments later, giving the Empress enough time to go to the bathroom and freshen up.