Seohwa's POV
My friend pushes my body forward, breaking me out of the trance, and making me stumble forward.
"Ow" I mutter under my breath.
"What are you doing?" Keeho asks and I look back at the balcony again.
He's gone.
There was a man there, he looked rugged, bare chested and built like he lifts weight for fun.
"That man…"
"What about him?" Keeho asks, exhausted from hours of standing still in a spot.
That was the training we had for today.
"Who is he? He looked so…miserable" I say and Keeho shakes his head.
"That's Son Jisung, he's Lord Hwang's righthand man…there are so many rumors about him, and if I were you I'll stay away" he says and huffs.
I follow Keeho back to our quarters quietly and climb into bed after washing up, but my mind won't shut up about the man…Son Jisung.
"Keeho" I whisper and Keeho groans.
"Seohwa please, my body hurts and I just want to sleep" he says gruffly.
