Once her footsteps faded into the distance, Sohwa leaned in and asked quietly:
“What did His Highness say in the letter?”
Instead of answering, Hwayeong simply handed her the message.
[We need to have a word.]
Though simple, the way the characters were written—bold, forceful—made it feel like a summons to battle.
Sohwa frowned.
“What does His Highness even want to talk about?”
“No idea. That’s for him to know, not me.”
Hwayeong looked completely unfazed as she said it.
Then something seemed to occur to Sohwa. She snapped her head toward her.
“Wait—what did you write back?”
“I told him, ‘Come up now.’”
“To this room,” she said, with a nod toward the ceiling.
Sohwa practically shrieked.
“Milady!”
“I’m not deaf, you know.”
“Were you even listening to anything I said earlier? What if those ladies try something worse next time?”
“That’s the point.”
“...What?”
