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Cursed Eclipse Lovers

Summary:

*Loosely based on Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart-ryeo
Nandita thought it was going it be a new, fresh start; that this 'curse' couldn't be true. Like in every moment of her life, she had to stay positive, or everything would crumble.
And that's what happened. Everything fell apart and despite going through so much, Nandita had enough. This called for reckless actions and now she finds herself travelling back in time as her 'punishment'.
However, her damaged heart begins to repair and she starts to fall in love. Soon, she finds herself caught up in royal politics, where every move could be fatal...
Should she change the future because of love?

Notes:

So basically, I wanted to write something associated with Scarlet Heart-ryeo but didn't want it to be a generic Hae Soo/Wang So piece. Don't get me wrong, I do like this couple, but I really like Wang Wook more. His chemistry with Hae Soo was amazing and I really want him to have some justice or at least something good happen to him (ugh, second-lead-syndrome, anyone?)
But while I was watching the show, I couldn't help but think, "what about a person who's not apart of the country/culture and they travel to a completely different time era of that place?"
So I put two and two together and made this!
Lastly, I would love to give a shoutout to my wonderful beta reader, Sonya! Follow her on Tumblr (@captainelectroniccollectiondonut) because she's awesome and without her, I would never have had the motivation to finish haha.
Also, feel free to leave some comments so I can improve or just generally tell me what's on your mind! I hope you enjoy!
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Also, I would like to give a few warnings. This chapter deals with suicide and verbal abuse from parent(s)/parental figure(s), as well as the MC is quite a pessimist and has quite a dark thought process. Some may find that triggering. If you guys need anyone to talk to, you can talk to me on my socials (Tumblr, Twitter and Instagram, all @thalianix01) or here are some helplines that can help.
Samaritans (UK): https://www.samaritans.org/
The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (USA): http://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
Beyond Blue (AUS): https://www.beyondblue.org.au/
*If your country isn't there, here is a list of crisis lines and organisations: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines
Mental health problems are serious and if you are going through anything, I hope you know (and feel) that you're not alone and I'm always wishing you the strength to beat it!
That being said, I hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 1

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Seoul, South Korea, Present Day.

An alarm shattered the air, but Nandita wasn't startled. Usually, she would've hit the snooze button and continued sleeping, before waking up again and frantically get ready for the day ahead. But today, Nandita couldn't allow her habit to take control. Today was a special day. Today would be the day to see if Nandita had done enough to achieve her dreams.

She slowly rose from her bed covers; her feet touched the cool, hard floor and made her way to the kitchen. Her head hung low, as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Before sitting down, her mind wandered to the possibilities that today could possess. If she had done well, how different would tomorrow be? Would she finally break this so-called 'curse'? Her heart ached at the thought of that. This 'curse' might not even exist, but the words of her mother weighted the atmosphere around her.

"You wretched child! All you ever do is cause pain and suffering to those around you!"

"Oh God, why must You punish me with this god-forsaken child?!"

"You are truly cursed!"

"You are no daughter of mine! I wish I had never given birth to you!"

It had been years since she heard her mother's voice, but the wounds those words gave her, still felt as fresh as ever. Especially the last sentence. The person who had blessed her with the gift of life had wished she hadn't. The pain a child feels when hearing that is unbearable.

So caught up in her thoughts, she didn't notice a little boy had also woken up and made his way to her. Only when he tugged her clothes, did she realise he was there. His luscious, straight, black hair was styled by his bed. His large, raven eyes were still fighting fatigue and his tiny body was wrapped in his favourite blanket. He yawned and rubbed his eye, before raising both hands; a request to be held.

"Oh sweetie, why are you up so early?" Nandita smiled and fulfilled his demand. She lifted him, allowing him to place his sleepy head on her shoulder. He didn't reply to her; instead, a few light snores followed the silence. Nandita couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle, cautious not to wake him. I guess you knew how important today is.

She decided to continue drinking her coffee and watch the sunrise, with the two-year-old still in her arms. She made her way to the front window in her living room and sat in the red, wooden rocking chair that was placed nearby.

The sky was still dark. Hues of black and navy blue swirled above her. But what was astonishing was the fact that the stars were still out. Bright dots of lights sprinkled themselves throughout the darkness. Before it had all sunken in, the navy and black began to get lighter and become a rich purple. It soon faded into a gentle lilac, which was then met by a soft orange. It danced with the other colours, making them perform into lighter shades of themselves. Eventually, Nandita was met with a pale blue sky and the Sun had finally driven the night away. She sighed at the sight in front of her. It had been a while since she had seen the sunrise. The last time she saw it, Nandita was at home, back in India, with her sister.

Oh, how much she missed home. The city of Seoul was nice, but it wasn't like her home village. She missed the endless fields, where she had to walk through to reach her grandmother's house, carrying mithai with her to distribute among everyone she encountered. She missed the farm animals and how the farmers would allow her to ride along on the wagons that were driven by the cows. But she especially missed the people. She missed the welcoming nature everyone had when they spoke to her. Or how when festive seasons came, everyone was willing to help each other set up. Oh, the whole village parties they had too! They were so much fun! All the men would put in their best kurtas and the women would put on their best salwar kameez or saris and adorn themselves with beautifully designed jewellery; their outfits would colour the streets, with every shade known to man, particularly when they danced. The atmosphere is one of the most wonderful things Nandita had ever experienced. It's funny how much things could change over the course of a few years. Although she longed for home, she could never return. She made her choice years ago.

Finally getting up, she went and gently placed the young boy back into his bed. He wriggled under the new environment but still managed to stay asleep. She smiled at him, before kissing him on the cheek. Once she left the room, she made her way back to the kitchen, put the cup back and began making Prashad to offer to God.

But in all honesty, Nandita had stopped praying for a while. She wasn't sure if she had completely lost faith or it was because her prayers were never answered. She was only doing this out of habit and because she desperately needed her wish to come true. Either way, once she had finished, she left some for Eunhyuk, her brother-in-law. He would always want to try some, to see if it was 'suitable for God'.  She then made her way to her bedroom and gave it to the small idol that was elegantly decorated, in the corner of her room.

After that, she hesitantly got dressed, unsure if she could handle the day. Neither less, she needed to go to work and make a living. Ideally, she wanted to take the day off, so she could mentally prepare herself; coming up with a solution to every scenario she could think of. But that would've increased her anxiety so much more. Going to work could help distract her. Anyway, it wasn't like she had much of a choice. The person who was in charge of the studio where Nandita worked, had gone on a holiday and had asked her to maintain the studio in his absence.

She wasn't particularly happy with the request but wasn't surprised either. The studio was used for both dance and martial arts; a strange combo. But it was set up by two close friends, who both specialise in those areas. Luckily, Nandita was able to learn the basics in a matter of a year, thus making a total of 3 teachers working in the studio. Although she was still an amateur at best. However, Nandita had proven herself, when one of the teachers had gone on maternity leave. In turn, making Nandita in charge for the next couple of weeks.

She sighed at the thought of the huge workload given to her. But she couldn't dare complain, in fear that she could lose her job. Her bosses were nice, but she couldn't risk anything as she really needed the money. Especially since she was raising a kid and saving up for university, which reminded her...

Nandita shook her head, snapping out of her thought bubble. She had done all she could and couldn't let herself think about it with such a busy day ahead. She had to teach a couple of dance classes and one martial arts lesson. So she began to leave the house and make her way towards the studio.

When she arrived, she went straight to the office. A little, cluttered room, near the back of the studio. The room itself was dark, filled with piles of paper, books and trash. She sighed as she realised that she was also meant to clean the office up in the absence of her bosses. Nandita wondered if they purposely left it in that state for her to clean up.

She placed her belongings down, and she began organising the chaos around her. However, she was called away as her first class was about to begin. Her first group were the elderly folks from the neighbourhood, who wanted to stay active, despite their age. In all honesty, it was adorable to partake, as they would all support each other during the routine. It was funny to see them chat about their grandkids as well, stating whose grandchild was better at something than the other. Other than that, they were the nicest folks Nandita had ever met. Always asking how her family were and how she was settling in, as moving to a new country was daunting.

It was actually one of the members, Mr Wang Taeho, that got Nandita her job. He recommended her to the people who became her bosses. Nandita passed him a bottle of water; one of the many ways she could say thank you and repay him. She was so grateful for such a small act of kindness. But a part of her was uncomfortable. The idea of depending on someone would only lead to being in more pain. Nandita knew from experience. She didn’t want to be a burden. She didn't want other people worrying unnecessarily about her. Maybe that's what drove her to continue living, despite everything.

As the class finished, Nandita rushed to fetch the rest of the elders some water. They all thanked her and asked about her family, she would reply before asking about theirs; the usual chit-chat. The morning flew by as Nandita caught up with their lives. As the elders waved goodbyes, she couldn't help but feel a little sad as their backs became smaller in the distance. But she had work to do. There was still time before her next class, so it was probably a good idea to get the office completely sorted.

As she turned to return to the building, a voice called behind her. Nandita couldn't help but grin. She turned around and was met with a smile too big for its face. Her best friend’s face, Bang Jaewook.

“Yo! Nandu!” he exclaimed, before hugging the small girl. “You know, I was looking for you everywhere. Figures that you were here. You’re always working.” He let her go before his face turned sombre. “So, did you find out yet? Did you get your scholarship?”

Nandita’s expression quivered for a second; a dark thought brushed her mind. She shook her head to snap out of it, before smiling at her friend. “No, not yet. I have been busy.” Her pronunciation had gotten better recently, but it was still heavily accented.

“Ya, you’re always so busy. I mean, we never hang out anymore!” he pouted, before playfully hitting her shoulder. “Ay, when you do find out we should go and celebrate—”

“—Celebrate?” It took her a few attempts to repeat the word, her expression full of confusion.

“Ah, celebrate…” his brows furrowed, “Ahhhh, it means...you know...party,” the words were unfamiliar in his mouth as he tried to pronounce everything in English. Nandita found his attempt cute nonetheless. "Uhhh...celebrate! Yes, celebrate!” He snapped his fingers once he found the right word and it brought a smile to her face.

“Ah ok—” she said.

“—Yah, what is this? Are we doing a grammar lesson? Come on now, we’ve finished school!” he said jokingly and a chuckle escaped Nandita’s lips. “You’re still coming, right? It’ll be so much fun! Think about it, we’ve worked so hard lately, it’s only fair we celebrate.” Nandita scrunched up her nose as she listened to Jaewook’s pleas. Even if she wanted to go, it would have to be after her brother-in-law came back from work so someone would be there to take care of Junseo, her two-year-old nephew.

“I am not sure. Someone needs to be home to take care of Junnie,” she answered quietly and Jaewook nodded his head as he heard her case.

“Well, call me and tell me if you can make it. I don’t want to celebrate on my own...” he grumbled.

Nandita giggled before her eyes caught sight of a bunch of kids making their way to the studio. “Hai Rabba! I’m going to be late!” she exclaimed. “I have to go, I have another class. I will talk to you later,” she explained and she swiftly left.

“Wait!” 

Nandita spun around. Without warning, Jaewook grabbed her hand, placing something inside her palm. “Just in case I can’t see you tonight,” he said, a soft blush danced across his cheeks.

Startled, Nandita opened her fist and saw a small silver sphere. A key chain. As she brought it closer to inspect, she saw it had an engraving of two birds, cuddling each other, surrounded by a field of flowers. Directly opposite the chain, laid a beautiful jade gem at the bottom of the sphere. Awe welled up inside Nandita’s chest, making her heart flutter, as she was taken aback by the gesture. She tore her gaze away from the gorgeous object to meet Jaewook’s eyes.

“This is beautiful,” she finally let out. Jaewook beamed at her reaction, his face becoming redder. Her eyes drifted back to the key ring. “Why are you giving this to me?”

“Well, I was gonna give it later today, but if you can’t make it...” he trailed off, shuffling his feet. “They're supposed to be cranes—”

—Choirs of voices became louder as Nandita’s class approached closer. Nandita glanced behind. She wanted to continue this conversation but she had work to do. She let out a sigh in frustration. “Go,” Jaewook said. Nandita gave him a confused look, before sharing a soft smile as a 'thank you.' She turned and started to head towards her class. “But Nandu,” he said, “let me know if you’re coming!”

“I will!” Nandita replied, now jogging away.

“Also, let me know what your results were!” Jaewook called back but Nandita was already too far away to hear him. The chorus of children surrounded the air, despite Jaewook being left all on his own. But he didn't mind. His face was still pink from his interaction. His heart was pounding. A smile appeared on his face. “That girl,” he chuckled to himself, “will be the death of me.”

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Nandita collapsed on the chair, exhausted from teaching all day. Her stomach grumbled loudly, reminding her that she was so busy, she didn’t have time to eat.  But in all honesty, Nandita didn’t care. The busy day allowed her not to think about her future. But she couldn’t run away forever. She needed to find out if she had done enough to grant her a scholarship for her university course, which would pay for all her tuition.

The test she undertook was different from her peers, due to complications with her VISA. The university was kind enough to let her apply as long as she took the TOPIK test under advanced level, which tests proficiency in Korean from non-native speakers. All Nandita had to do was get a score of 5 or above. Nandita’s heart accelerated the more she thought about it. She had to find out now.

The sun had decided to hide behind some clouds, afraid of the possible outcome, as she turned the crusty, old computer on in the now de-cluttered office. Her stomach began to do somersaults, which was accompanied by her dry mouth. She began to type in her login details, her heart racing as her fingers grazed each key on the keyboard. She clicked enter. Then followed the instructions to where her exam results would be. The page went blank, followed by the humming of the computer, making the waiting unbearable. But eventually, the screen began to load, slowly descending as it showed Nandita her fate. As it did, Nandita held her breath and closed her eyes, reciting quick prayers as the screen was loading.

The whole world fell silent as the screen had finally loaded. Nandita’s eyes traced the words on the screen, her heart warmed for the first time in so long. Tears welled in Nandita’s eyes, her expression in utter disbelief. She did it. She finally did it. She got the grade she needed. She passed her exams. She changed her fate and finally broke the curse.

Dee, are you seeing this? Things are finally turning out for the better.” Nandita looked to the ceiling, as she thought about her older sister, Jeevita. “I hope you can rest in peace a little easier now. I’m going to be ok now.”

Tears gently rolling down her cheeks. Both from her hard work paying off and the fact that she missed her sister, who should have been here celebrating this achievement with Nandita. But you can’t change the past, no matter how hard you tried. However, that does not mean you can’t change the future. Nandita was proof of that. And for the first time, hope began to spring into Nandita’s existence.

She sprung up from her seat. She had to run home and tell Eunhyuk. Nandita could imagine his face; the sheer joy and relief plastered all over him was a sight to see! Before she could move, her phone began to ring, snapping Nandita out of her thoughts.

Nandita’s expression lit up with the screen, as the caller ID read “Jaewookie." A smile began to widen across her face. Jaewook had always been the one teasing her but this time Nandita would have the last laugh. She cleared her throat and took on a more stoic presence before hitting the answer button.

“Hello?” 

“Hello.” Nandita tried her best to hide the joy in her voice. A moment or two passed, before Jaewook screamed, “Ahhhh, stop being awkward and tell me! Did you make it or not?” Nandita tried to contain her giggles.

“Well…” She sighed, knowing that prolonging everything would drive Jaewook insane. “I guess, I need to find a babysitter.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean if we are going to celebrate…” She pronounced the word celebrate carefully, like the way she heard Jaewook say it earlier today. “Ya, stop talking so weirdly...wait, did you say celebrate? As in, we are both celebrating?” and just like that, the penny dropped. Followed by incoherent screaming.

Nandita couldn’t help but laugh at Jaewook’s reaction. “We’re both going to university!” he squealed.

“Yes, we are!” Nandita sniffled. She hadn’t realised she had been crying.

“Ya, are you crying?” concerned laced his voice.

“Well, of course. My dream just came true. You’d be crying too if something similar happened to you,” she said, wiping away her tears.

“Ah ok,” he chuckled, “How about I pick you up in an hour?”

“Sounds great, I’ll see you then.” Nandita hung up the phone.

With a spring in her step, Nandita began to close up the studio and skipped her way through the streets. Joy bubbled up inside her as she couldn’t wait to tell Eunhyuk. Oh, how relieved he would be! Nandita couldn’t help but hum a tune as she made her way to the nursery, where Junseo would be. As she made her way to the front door, which was open already. Nandita heard a voice call out from beyond the doorway. “Maasi!” a slight lisp accented the words as Junseo ran up and greeted her with his usual hug. Nandita reciprocated the hug, letting out a chuckle in the process. 

She thanked the people at the facility as they both made their way home. Junseo picked up on Nandita’s good mood and began to skip alongside her. He began to sing some nursery songs that he had been taught at the nursery and Nandita hummed along with him. In no time, they reached home.

The house was dark and their footsteps echoed throughout the hallway. They both began to settle down; Junseo rushed over to the TV and Nandita to the kitchen to make a snack. As Nandita began to set up, she glimpsed at the pile of envelopes on the kitchen counter. A sigh escaped her lips. Great. More bills… She thought as she sieved through them. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw an envelope with an emblem of a particular university. This was it. Time for Nandita to officially break this curse. She held her breath as she began to open the letter. It read:

Dear Miss Patel,

We are sorry to inform you that your application for our Scholarship Scheme has been rejected by our Scholarship Selection Committee. After assessing the application and the merit certificates, the Committee has decided that it would not qualify to be awarded the scholarship.

Our Committee strongly believes you will still be able to continue your undergraduate course and wishes you the utmost success in all future endeavours. Thank you for taking interest in our Scholarship Scheme.

Sincerely,

Wang Yo Han

Scholarship Coordinator.

Her mouth traced the words on the paper, leaving a horrid, stale taste in her mouth. She couldn’t breathe as her heart sank before shattering in the quiet room. Her eyes began to fill with tears as hope was torn away from her very existence. She got the grades she needed. She passed her exams. But it wasn’t enough. She couldn’t change her fate.

Sobs slowly began to fill the air. Nandita clutched her chest and the realisation of what had occurred had finally hit her. She had failed. How naive I must be! To think I could change the future! To think I’m allowed good things! To think I could break this stupid curse! She wanted to scream but her heart was aching too much. She had enough. She had suffered too much. She couldn’t go back and face Eunhyuk. Everything was riding on this scholarship. His disappointment would be devastating.

There was one way to control her fate. One way she could end her curse. Something she should have done a long time ago. Nandita quickly wiped away her tears and went over to Junseo who was dancing in the living room. A sad smile surfaced on her expression. Junseo noticed Nandita’s demeanour and stopped. Nandita crouched down to his level, before forcing a genuine smile across her lips. “Put your shoes on, we need to go out.”

Junseo’s gaze never left Nandita, carefully analysing her every move. Nandita slowly rose, before realising that Junseo hadn’t budged. She extended her hand, encouraging him to follow her. Junseo reluctantly grabbed her hand and they began to leave the house.

They arrived at their neighbour's apartment, Kim Jiwon, who was a dear friend to Eunhyuk. Nandita pressed the doorbell and could hear shuffling from across the door, before hearing a voice chime. “Coming! Give me a sec!”

The door slammed open. Nandita was greeted with a smile, which she strenuously reciprocated. “Nandita! Oh, and Junnie too!” the older man exclaimed, ruffling Junseo’s hair. He carried his hands with a heaviness to them. Tired from working so hard, which Nandita could relate to. He had a gentle presence to him and was someone wise beyond his years. His tired eyes were hidden behind his glasses and his old, grey sweater made him look older than he actually was.

“Come on in,” He began to head back inside when Nandita stopped him.

“Ah, actually could you mind Junnie for a while? Something has come up and...” Nandita trailed off, feeling the weight of what she was doing. Jiwon slowly turned around and took in Nandita’s presence. She looked depleted compared to her usual self.

“Of course,” he said, sympathising with the poor girl. His attention shifts to Junseo, who was hiding behind Nandita, refusing to let her go.

Nandita slowly turned to him and gave him a quick hug. “I’ll be alright,” she whispered in Hindi, “I’ll be as fast as I can,” she placed a kiss on his cheek. With his lip quivering, tears began to well up within Junseo’s eyes, accompanied by a returning ache within Nandita’s chest. Nandita took a deep breath, trying her best to keep her composure. She let out the biggest smile she could muster. Before her hand reached into her pocket and she bought out the key ring Jaewook had given her. “Keep this safe for me, “ she said. Junseo took the item into his small hands, the coolness of the metal sending a shiver down his spine.

Nandita rose and guided Junseo into the house, before planting a kiss on his head as he walked away. She waved goodbye. As soon as the door shut, a sinking feeling settled within Nandita’s stomach. It was accompanied by guilt getting caught up in her throat. She didn’t want to burden Jiwon, but she had no choice. She needed to do this.

She began to leave the building, the heaviness of reality catching up with her. Nandita’s phone began to ring. ‘Jaewookie ’ flashed as the caller ID. Her lovely friend. Her only friend. Tears began to well in her eyes as she pressed decline on her phone.

I’m sorry, Jaewookie.

A stillness washed over Nandita. When she finally made it outside, the sun had not yet fully set. As if it was waiting for Nandita to come to her senses. Her tear-stained face got a few looks, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter anymore. The whole world can judge her. But as long as Nandita was free, their opinions would be meaningless. 

She dragged her feet as she made her way, stumbling past a few drunkards. Her phone constantly buzzing. She looked at the screen. 7 missed calls. Her broken heart ached a little more as she put away the phone. It began to buzz again. But Nandita was too numb by this point. She had to go through with this. There was no turning back. There was no future to turn to anyway.

Nandita finally made it to the Dongjak Bridge, recognising it from some of the dramas her sister used to watch. She walked up to the bridge’s centre and took in the view. Cars horns and engine sputters could not mask the thoughts in her head. This world was cruel and Nandita did not want to be a part of it any longer. Her soul ached as she saw she was the only pedestrian on the bridge. She somehow always ended up alone. I guess this is fitting. I entered this world unwanted and alone. It’s only fair I leave it the same way.

With that, she took her shoes off. The sun had finally set as if it had abandoned hope and was refusing to watch this. She brought out her phone and gazed at her lock screen. It was a picture of Junseo, taken only a few days ago. Her breath hitched at the sight of him. He was the bundle of joy that deserved better than what Nandita could give him. She gave him a kiss on the screen, before tearing herself away from the image. She opened the phone to her saved pictures, navigating to a certain photograph she knew so well. It was a picture of a heavily pregnant, but sickly Jeevita, Eunhyuk, Jaewook and Nandita. They were all smiling. Nandita only wished to go back to that time. Everyone was so happy and hopeful. But the Gods could never allow such a thing to exist in Nandita’s life. They were sadistic beings; constantly giving her false hope and things to look forward to. There was nothing crueller than showing someone happiness and taking it all away from them.

Anguish settles in Nandita’s core, tears overspilling her cheeks. She quickly wrote out a text. Her breathing hitched with every tap of the letters. After that, she wiped her tears and placed the phone next to her shoes. And then she jumped.

The blunt force trauma from hitting the water at that velocity was still not enough to take her life. Nandita wanted to scream from the pain but forced herself to keep her mouth shut. The cool waters did little to numb the agony of the injuries she had sustained. Nandita thrashed around as she sank to the bottom; her flight or fight responses kicking in. Her head burned as she tried to hold her breath for as long as possible.

But then she made the mistake of opening her eyes. Instead of pitch blackness from the murky waters, a blood red moon was shining through. The sight of it made her gasp and not before long she began to choke on the water. It incinerated through her nostrils and scorched her throat. Water began to fill her lungs, burning her chest. She tried to kick herself back to the surface. She had made a mistake. She didn’t want to die. Help!

But it was too late. Her body was too damaged and exhausted to swim. The lack of oxygen in her lungs would not be enough for her to reach the surface. She couldn't keep moving. Her limbs began to get heavier and heavier; her surroundings pulling her down to the river bed. As the last of the air bubbles escaped her, a sense of calmness washed over Nandita. It was ok. No one was going to save her. No one could save her. But that was fine. She was finally going to be free. The icy water began to make Nandita sleepy. Her vision began to blur. She could only see red, illuminated by the moon, before everything faded to black.

Nandita had finally fulfilled her dream.

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End of chapter 1.

Notes:

mithai: traditional Indian sweets
kurta: a loose collarless shirt/tunic worn by people in South Asia
salwar kameez: a traditional outfit worn by women, and sometimes men, in South Asia. Salwars are trousers that are wide around the waist before they taper off at the ankles and a kameez is a long tunic.
sari: a long piece of cloth that is draped around the body, traditionally worn by South Asian women.
Prashad: an offering to God, usually an edible food. Is also distributed by followers under one of the God's name to signify a good omen/sign.
Hai Rabba: lit. 'Oh God!/Oh my God!'
Dee: lit. 'Sister' and is a personalised honorific to call someone who is an older sister figure to you.
Maasi: lit. 'Auntie' and directly translates as 'my mother's younger sister.'

Chapter 2

Notes:

Thank you to the ever so wonderful Sonya who beta read this chapter. Follow her @captainelectroniccollectiondonut on Tumblr because she is a freaking badass.
And feel free to leave comments down below! I would love to know your thoughts and opinions!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Songak, Goryeo, Year 941.

Sounds of cheering and splashing could be heard beyond the steam from an outdoor spring. The two younger princes of the Goryeo dynasty, 10th Prince Wang Eun and 14th Prince Wang Jung, made their way to the outdoor spring and began their usual playful advances outside the wooden framed bathhouse. The door to the spring was left wide open, letting all their excitement echo throughout the building. 

The ruckus caught the attention of the 3rd Prince Wang Yo, who returned his intense glare to watch his younger siblings make fools out of themselves. He sat on the edge of the indoor spring, enjoying the steam and heat from his surroundings as they washed away his stresses for the day. He had hoped to enjoy his tea in peace. But he was not surprised at the lighthearted interactions of his younger brothers. The 9th Prince Wang Won, who was attempting to exercise at the edge of the indoor spring, rushed to the 3rd Prince’s side, asking for his opinion on his muscles. Yo could not help but let out a chuckle at his innocent gesture. 

The commotion also brought the attention of the 13th Prince Baek Ah, who had a smile dance across his lips, as he couldn't help but watch their gleeful actions. Making his way to where Yo and Won resided in the main bathing area, the 10th and 14th Prince followed his suit and met the others at the inside spring, where the 8th Prince Wang Wook had just arrived. 

Soundlessly, two bathhouse maids enter the room, their yellow uniform a contrast to the wooden fixtures of the building. They had their eyes fixed to the floor, to respect the Princes’ privacy. They began to refill Yo’s cup, who still had a grasp on it. It was difficult to tell if the maids were sweating due to the heat of the baths or due to the sheer pressure of being under the presence of royalty.

One of the maids, tasked with pouring the teapot, could not control her nerves as her hands began to shake. She tried to compose her breathing, but the damage was already done. She had accidentally spilt some tea onto Yo’s hand. 

He glared at them. How dare they! Enraged by their carelessness, Yo raised his hand to strike sense into the young girl. 

Hyungnim ,”  the 8th Prince called out, stepping in before he could harm the girls. “Is our 4th brother not here yet?” He asked innocently, knowing that it would nudge his attention away from the maids. “I mean, he should come and bathe if he is to attend the spiritual ritual

Has he ever done things our way?” ridiculed Yo, “Don’t bother with him. It’s too much of a pain.” Wook gestured the bathhouse maids to leave, which they did gratefully.

“Ay, don’t you know what Wook is like? He is always worrying about others,” chimed the 9th Prince. 

Wook let out a silent scoff at Won’s comment, before biting his tongue back. The 9th Prince always had a way with words but Wook would not let it get to him. “4th Prince Wang So was born in the same year as me, I should at least take care of him,” Wook said, as he made his way to the warm body of water and slowly descended within it.  

“This is the first time So will be attending the spiritual ritual, right?” asked Baek Ah, as he made his way into the spring with his siblings. “I wonder if His Majesty has a specific reason for telling him to come…” he trailed off, his thoughts consuming him. 

“Baek Ah,” Eun said, “Didn’t you hear that our fourth brother massacred his family in Shinju?” Yo raised his brows at Eun's comment. “They say it was very brutal, like a wolf killing people,” he added before letting out a howl, poorly imitating a canine. Although he wasn’t the youngest, Eun was definitely the most childish out of all the Princes. His playful demeanour was his greatest charm in Wook’s eyes. 

“You can’t believe all rumours like that,” hushed Baek Ah, “All the criminals in the nation don’t even talk about things like that,” he said. “Ay, all our visitors from Shinju say so. It must be true,” retorted Eun. Wook felt a shudder. The idea of his brother murdering people was difficult to apprehend. 

“It is merely a rumour,” said the 14th Prince, “How can he take down a local government on his own?” Jung asked. “What about the local army? Even good martial art skills would not suffice. Also, So has never had a master who taught him to fight,“ dismissed Jung, obviously unhappy with the way he was talking about his older brother. 

“You and So have the same mother,” Eun replied, “You never know when you’ll turn into a wolf too,” he deadpanned before repeating his awful wolf howl. Jung retaliated with a deeper and slightly more accurate howl and began to chase Eun around the spring.

“Shut your mouths,” Yo exclaimed. Silence befell the whole bathhouse. “Then, I am born from the same womb as our fourth brother,” Yo said, “Am I not a person, as well?” Yo leered towards Eun,  who felt his throat dry up. He had not intended to anger the short-tempered Prince. The rest of the Princes shuffled uncomfortably, unsure how to soothe the situation. However, Wook was able to speak out for his younger sibling.  

“His jokes were too harsh,” Wook said, trying to diffuse Yo’s anger. “I will speak to him later on, so please don’t take it to heart

4th Prince So will be returning to Shinju once the spiritual ritual is over,”  stated Yo, “If the King hears about any nonsense, I will not stand idly by. Do you understand?” All the younger brothers shifted awkwardly in their places, refusing eye contact. Their silence, their answer. 

Eun shook his head and took initiative. He resumed playing games once more. He rushes outside and jumps straight into the outdoor spring. Wook called out for him but to no avail. The brothers let out a breath as the situation began to dissolve; enjoying the humidity of the bathhouse once more. 

Laughter filled the air again before an object flung by, missing Wook by margins. The Princes’ gaze followed to where the object lodged itself in the wooden panels of the wall. An arrow. Another arrow swings by. This time it hits a vase near Yo, which shatters completely. The Princes rush to their feet. 

“Guards!” Yo called out. 

Another projectile darts by, this time aimed at the 10th Prince. Eun couldn’t help but let out a scream. He ran back inside, just in time before another arrow shoots and misses him. A moment passed. Then another. All eyes began to focus on where the attacker could be, but the steam in the bathhouse was too thick to give a clear view. But out of the corner of Baek Ah’s eye, he saw something shift on top of the wall that encased the outdoor spring. 

“There!” he said, but it was too late. The archer had already released another arrow. It was aimed straight for Wook. 

Before anyone could react, something arose from the outdoor pool. It could have easily been a person. It wore a chipped and dented breastplate and was completely covered in black clothing. However, the way the clothes were soaked, made it cling onto its form, presenting itself as a secondary, leathery skin. But the main cause of its grotesque appearance was its face. It was not human. Its snarl was carved into its expression; its blood-red mouth showcasing its large fangs, contrasted with its umber skin. Its lifeless eyes left an intense nauseating ache in the pit of your stomach. It looked monstrous.

The creature was standing perfectly between the assassin and its target. As the arrow flew closer, the beast quickly deflected it, with its sword. And then another. It turned around and started running towards the Princes. The clanging of metal and the splashing of water was accompanied by screaming; a mixture of orders from Yo and the fear from the younger Princes.

“It’s a demon!” Eun shrieked. 

Another arrow shot through the air and pierced the beast’s back. A roar left its lips. It stumbles before spinning around to take another defensive stance. Its shoulders and chest, rising and falling. Another arrow shot by and the beast deflects once more, faltering in the process. The Princes couldn’t help but stare in disbelief. The creature weakly regains its stance. 

Without missing a beat, it raises its blade and throws it like a javelin towards the direction of the attacker. The Princes hear a wail, before somethingno someone falling from the rooftops. Clashes of metal follow suit, as the guards finally arrived. Yo and Won direct them towards the archer who had fallen.

The beast crashes as it falls to its knees. Blood pooled around it and mixed in with the hot spring. It took a final deep breath before falling headfirst into the water; finally succumbing to its injuries. 

Wook rushed over to the beast. “Help him!” he exclaimed as he and Baek Ah made their way to their saviour. They both drag his body from the water, surprisingly lighter than he thought he would be. As they lay him down, Baek Ah requested for Jung to call for a medic. Jung turned to Eun; the poor boy was completely shaken from the encounter. He gave a reassuring pat before heading out, but Eun barely noticed. His eyes focused on the demon’s body in front of him.

Upon closer inspection of the body, Wook noticed that its distorted face was heavily chipped. A mask! A sigh of relief escaped his lips. It would be too difficult to explain if it was a true demon that helped the Princes. “Take his mask off,” Wook commanded and Baek Ah followed. Their eyes widened as they slowly took off the mask. Her petite and pointed nose had a piercing through one of its nostrils, although the stud was long gone. Despite the angular features that made a person seem harsh, she seemed to have this gentle presence. She looked peaceful. 

Until she opened her eyes. 

The girl gasped for air, sputtering out water. Wook wrapped his arms around her, cradling the injured girl. Her blood gushed all over him. “Help!” He screamed. He looked back at her, who was slowly losing consciousness once more. “Hey,” he said, tapping the girl’s cheek, “Hey, stay with me...”

But his voice began to muffle as the girl slipped away once more.

~~~ 

Two Weeks Later.

When Nandita finally remained conscious, her body was aching. Pain engulfed her body every time she took a breath. She wasn’t exactly sure where it was all coming from. But there was a deep throbbing on the back of her right shoulder, sharp pains around her chest and a dull ache everywhere else. It didn’t help that her muscles were stiff either. 

She opened her eyes, her vision unfocused and disorientated as she drank in the room. White and dull green silk sheets enveloped her body; its smooth surface reflected the sunlight vividly. Nandita couldn’t help but wince at its gleam met her eyes; a headache creeping at her temples. Her nostrils flared at the overpowering scent of lavender. The bile crept up at the back of her throat. 

She raised her hand for shade, slowly coming to her senses. Her eyesight finally adjusted. She moved her gaze to the room around her. Her eyes met with faint green and brown walls. Dark wooden cabinets adorned the room, complementing the earthy-toned aesthetic. With sluggish ache, Nandita carefully rose from her bed.  

Huh? A bed? 

This wasn’t her bedroom, nor was this a hospital room. Her heart rate began to accelerate; her palms started to sweat. She tried to process her surroundings, but her mind was too stunned to dissect anything.

Nandita’s attention shifted to the corner of the room, where a lady was standing, her back towards the girl. She held a handkerchief across her mouth, letting out quiet coughs. She wore a beautiful sky blue hanbok, which had gold weaved into the fabric. Her hair was elegantly braided into a large low bun and was gracefully decorated with ornaments. Nandita couldn’t help but stare in awe at her presence. She was quietly talking to another girl, with two pigtails. This girl was wearing browns and neutral-coloured clothes; a much plainer attire compared to her companion. 

A whimper escaped her lips as she adjusted herself to sit upright. The Lady in Blue rushed to aid the poor girl but stumbled as soon as she got up. Her associate instead guided her towards Nandita, giving her a chance to take a good look at their faces. The Lady in Blue, although very beautiful, had a sickly grey tint to her complexion. However, she had this gentle and kind demeanour that resonated with Nandita. The other girl was much younger, but taller than her companion. But it was difficult to truly assess their characters, as both their faces were laced with concern. They began speaking to Nandita but she couldn’t understand exactly what they were saying. 

“Ma’am!” said the younger girl, “ You’re finally awake!” 

The girl had a bubbly expression when she spoke, but her words were alien to Nandita. She couldn’t help but slightly frown as she tried to comprehend what she was saying. Nandita tried her best to get out of bed but hot, white pain forced her back down. She couldn’t help but let out a yelp. Her hand automatically reaches towards her ribcage, her breathing becoming shallower.

You must still be in a lot of pain,” said the Lady in Blue. “ Go and fetch the doctor,” she ordered the young girl, who simply nodded and swiftly left the room. Nandita’s eyes followed the girl leaving. Her mouth was dry. 

Why is she leaving? 

An uncomfortable sensation settled in her stomach. Desperation began to sink into Nandita; adrenaline pumping through her veins. Her heartbeat pounded inside her chest. Her ribs became heavier and tighter. Nandita closed her eyes. Drew in a few deep breaths. The fog in her mind dissolved ever so slightly. But that was enough to compose herself.

Who were these people?

Still breathing heavily, Nandita tried to recount her last steps. But her memory refused to surface. Nandita furrowed her brows. No, no, she had to get out of there. She had to figure out how she ended up here and find a way back home. Her lungs felt like they could not get enough air in them. She was running out of time. 

In complete agony, Nandita forced herself to get up and sprinted outside. But she was only met with more unfamiliarity. The wooden pillars that constructed the building were painted a vivid red. The doors and panels of the building were a pale green. She dragged her way through what she assumed was the courtyard. Her eyes frantically took in her surroundings. Nandita’s bottom lip quivered. Her breathing got shakier by the second. She clutched her aching head. Nothing resembled anything familiar. 

There were other people here in the courtyard, but all were wearing uniformed Hanboks. They hadn’t noticed her presence until a voice called behind her. But Nandita took off before they were able to respond. She had no idea where she was going. A lot of the buildings looked very similar to each other. Nandita had no idea how she would leave this place. 

Multiple voices called out behind her. Staggering her way around, Nandita knew she couldn’t outrun them. Not in this state. By the luck of the Gods, she saw a door ajar. She rushed towards it as fast as she could, almost tumbling as she went inside the room. It was dark and cluttered. Dust particles fluttered due to her presence disturbing them. Glancing around the room, Nandita saw it only had one door. She quickly locked it, as if instinct took control. 

Sobs began to fill the air as Nandita collapsed toward the floor. Her body on fire, her heartache unbearable. She curled up into a ball, weaving her hands through her hair. None of this made sense. She began to gently rock herself, hoping a moment of clarity would return to her. But instead was met with despair. Her hand reached up and grabbed her chest. Her clothes, already soaked from her tears.

It wasn’t long until people found her. Knocking. Banging. People were hitting the door. Nandita couldn’t help but flinch with every hit. Voices called out, but no words could be deciphered. She clutched her ears, muffling their cries. Please stop...just leave me alone…

~~~

“Please come outside,” said Lady Hae, pounding at the locked door.

“Ma’am!” called out Chae Ryung, “Please open the door.” Lady Hae continued to strike the door, but the task was too strenuous for her condition. Her chest tightened and soon a coughing spell seized her body. Chae Ryung immediately rushed to her side and consoled her. “I’m fine,” she heaved, before returning to coerce the girl out of the room.

“What is the meaning of this?” called out a male voice. 

Both ladies turned around. Their worried faces met a familiar character. The 8th Prince’s expression was laced with concern. His wife, Lady Hae, looked exhausted. Whatever that had transpired was proving to take a toll on her fragile body. “My Lady,” said Wook, “You should be resting.” He raised his hand and gently caressed her cheek, before holding her in his arms.

“I know,” panted Lady Hae, “But I couldn’t help but worry for the girl.” Wook shared a confused glance. He turned to Chae Ryung, “What is going on?”

“The girl that saved you!” Chae Ryung said, “She’s locked herself in the storeroom.” She pointed at the room. “She’s awake?” Wook asked and the girl nodded. 

“The doctors said her wounds were too fatal,” Lady Hae added, “They doubted she would make it, but she pulled through. I’m worried her injuries won’t heal without proper care.” The tone of his wife’s voice was enough to spring him into action. 

~~~

The banging continued. The door shook with every hit. She wanted everything to stop. Just for a second, so she could compose herself, and figure out what to do. 

Eventually, the panic attack subsided. Nandita collided with a blast of exhaustion. She gently placed her head on the boxes nearby. Tears softly continued down her cheeks. The haze her mind was under began to slowly diffuse. She took a second to assess what had transpired. 

She heard of panic attacks, but luckily never truly experienced them before. She heard people compare it to drowning, but she never understood what they meant. Until now that is. Nandita seemed very familiar with the term.  

And just like that, waves of memories flooded back to her. She was back in the river. Its icy waters engulfed her body, slowly dragging it to its riverbed. Nandita shook herself from the vision. That’s right. Nandita had died. Like the fool she was, she took her own life. 

No no no, she can’t have died. This all felt so real and alive! This had to be a dream. Scratching her head, debating on what to do, Nandita quickly pinched herself. The pain was stinging. No, no, this was very much real. 

If I’m not dead...Where am I? 

Nandita rattled her brain. This had to be the afterlife. Although, it was a very different image from what she had expected. She focused hard on recalling her surroundings. Everything here looked like the images she saw from her history books. But that also doesn’t make any sense. 

Why would the afterlife resemble the past?

Wait...the afterlife?

Nandita’s heart sank. Suicide is considered a sin that can be harmful to karma and the soul. This means it could also affect reincarnation. If Nandita was reincarnated into the past, it must mean she is being punished by the Gods. 

She bit her lip, trying to grasp the situation. Of course, she would be punished. Her curse made sure that nothing but misery happened all around her. Nandita fiercely wiped away her tears; resentment fuelling her body. 

This wasn’t fair. She didn’t ask for any of this. But the weight of what could have happened sank in. She was in complete control of her actions. This all could have been avoided. Despair took over her body, as a flood of grief overwhelmed her. Sobs slowly crept up at the back of her throat.

There was more banging at the door. More voices. But Nandita didn’t care anymore. She wanted to go home. She wanted to hold Junseo again. Her heart shattered at the thought of never seeing her nephew again. 

No. I can’t just give up. 

The Gods wanted to punish her, Nandita had no say in that. But she could control her reactions to whatever they threw at her. Nandita looked at the door. Out there was another chance at life. All she had to do was go for it. 

Before Nandita could decide if she was ready, a smoke of dust exploded in the room. The door finally gave way.  Crashing violently, Nandita held her eyes shut, sputtering as the room became obscured with dust. When she finally braced herself to open her eyes, her muscles locked in place. 

A man panted heavily as he entered the room, beads of sweat on his brow. His hair in a top knot, that was encased with a broad silver band and a pin piercing through. He wore a blue gown, with a golden crest in its centre. Her eyes couldn’t help but widen as she observed his face. His high cheekbones, his full lips. 

“Jae...wook?”

~~~

End of Chapter 2

Notes:

Hyungnim: a formal version of an honorific when one male speaks to an older male.
Hanbok: a traditional Korean dress

Chapter 3

Notes:

This chapter contain violence, especially against animals. Please read with discretion.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Songak, Goryeo, Year 941. 

“It’s the Wolf!” 

People's screams could be heard as they dove out of the way. A team of horses fleeted by. A masked figure in black slowed down to a trot. A glimmer of silver and pink caught his eye. He stopped just outside a vendor’s cart. His eyes, hidden under his long hair. The merchant crumbles to his knees as the man approaches him.

“How much is this?” His voice, surprisingly soft and gentle. The masked man picks up a silver butterfly hairpin. Its body possesses a pale pink bead. It’s weighted in his hand. His fingers delicately traced its pattern.

“Just take it!” the merchant screamed. He began rubbing his hands together; a gesture of forgiveness. “Just please spare my life,” he sobbed.

The man sighed and walked away. The merchant could not help but let out a sigh of relief. Fate must have been kind that day. Until he heard metal clanging; hitting the tabletop of his stall. He flinched at the sound, closing his eyes. When he braved enough to open his eyes, he saw a black pouch. The masked man was nowhere to be seen. 

At a gradual pace, the merchant rose and inspected the content of the pouch. He let out a gasp. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.  Fate must have been feeling very generous that day. Inside the pouch were coins. More than what was priced for the hairpin. He glanced around, but the masked figure was long gone. The merchant just stared, unable to move from his place. 

Was that the so-called Wolf?

~~~

Horses neighing could be heard at the gates of the Goryeo Palace. They soon haltered, waiting for the gate to open and rid them of their burden. One of the party members turned towards his younger, masked family member.

“I don’t think I have to remind you, Prince,” he said, “Once the ritual is over, do not delay and return to Shinju.” He smirked, clearly scheming something upon the Prince’s arrival. “Don’t forget, you are the adopted member of the Kang household. You will be representing that in front of His Majesty

Huh? An adopted member?” chided the 4th Prince Wang So, “And here I thought I was your hostage this entire time.” 

The man grimaced at his remark. So left him in his stupor and entered the Palace grounds. All the man could do was stare as So disappeared as the gates closed behind him. In a sharp turn, he faced his men and left; fulfilling their duty as escorts and clearly angered by the Prince. He would have to deal with the consequences when the Prince returned. 

The Palace guards couldn’t help but shake as the Prince drew nearer and nearer. When he finally arrived, they were helpless but to stare. He was a man all in black. His long hair was in a half updo; his long fringe covering his disfigured face. Or so they thought. 

Upon closer inspection they see a metal mask covering half his face. Their gaze burned the Prince. He glared back; vicious intent behind his actions. Fearing for their lives, they all shot down their eyes. 

Once he finally got off his horse, he drew his sword. Before the guards could react, the 4th Prince Wang So, slit the horse's throat. Blood marking his entrance. 

“Y-you can’t use weapons inside these walls,” one of the guards spoke, his voice clearly shaking as the shock slowly wore off. 

Aggressively, So handed him the sword. The poor guard trembled as he held the bloodied weapon. The Prince turned to leave. “Shall I prepare another horse for you?” the guard gulped. 

Without looking back, the Prince replied, “That won’t be necessary. I’m not going back.” 

The 4th Prince knew exactly where he was headed. It had been a couple of years since he had been on the Palace grounds, but luckily nothing had changed too much. His heart raced; both from the adrenaline from killing the horse and the excitement to his destination. 

He clutched the hairpin as he made his way, barely concealing the joy he felt in his core. The seconds felt excruciating. He wanted to run but knew that would be frowned upon. And the last thing he needed was more ridicule. But all that dissipated once he arrived. He couldn’t help but smile. 

Mother, I’m finally home.

The palace women, who served Queen Yoo, the woman who was So’s mother, all bowed as the Prince approached. He nodded at their gesture. Before he could open his mouth, the doors of the Queen’s home opened. 

His eyes turned, his heartbeat was faster. He couldn’t help but hold his breath. A smile tugged at his lip. In a slow grace, Queen Yoo descended the steps of her home. Her eyebrow rose as she sighted her son. So bowed in respect. 

“Mother, I have returned,” he said.

“So I see,” the woman’s gaze is cold. 

“Oh, look... a family reunion,” called a voice behind. So rose from his position to see the 3rd Prince Yo standing next to his mother. “Maybe I should call Jung,” a smirk played across his lips as he made his way past his brother, “I'm sure he would love to pet the dog.” His voice was quiet enough for only So to hear.

“I’m sure this wolf has a nasty bite,” remarked So, his glare pierced through his brother. Yo’s smug face faltered. He couldn’t help but gulp as a reaction, as the anger steamed off the 4th brother. 

“It has been a while since you’ve been here in the capital, so enjoy your visit,” said Queen Yoo, “You no longer need to visit me while you are here. You may leave,” without batting an eye, she grazed past him.

“It’s been 2 years already and you would like me to leave?” So’s heart sank, her words leaving a sour taste in his mouth. The once pleasant, late autumn sky, left a dark cast as clouds began to descend. 

“As a Queen of this nation, I have many duties to fulfil. There will not be enough time to converse. I suggest you return to Shinju after the ritual has been completed,” she said. 

So’s smile faltered, his jaw clenched. He couldn’t go back. They would probably throw him to the wolves again or find other ways to torture him. He shook his head. This time will be different.

“I’m sure we will find time as I plan to stay a while longer,” he said as he regained his composure. 

“That is impossible!” her voice pierced the air, as she turned. The palace women couldn’t help but flinch. “You are a Kang of Shinju. Have you forgotten that the moment of your return would incite  the longstanding grudge between the two households?” Her eyes flared. 

So’s gaze fell to the floor, his lips quivered. His eyes stung as he tried to keep his tears at bay. “You say I am a Kang, but I am nothing but a hostage,” his voice, a low whisper. 

Muffled chuckling could be heard. So’s eyes traced back to Yo, who couldn’t contain it any longer. He let out a full belly laugh, tears almost forming in his eyes. “What a strange thing to say?” he began to wipe away his tears, his voice becoming more serious as he spoke. “Why would Mother send you as a hostage? She is worried that your return to the Palace would anger the Kangs.” 

Before So could interject, Yoo spoke out. “Yo is correct. Why would I send you as a hostage?” she challenged. So could feel his heartache subside. Of course, his mother would never send him in harm's way. She must not have known about the Kangs true nature. 

“Since you are saying that, I’ll trust you,” a soft smile on his lips. 

“Now if you don’t mind, I have matters to attend to.” Unamused, the Queen continued to walk on. Yo quickly followed. Before So could respond, the Queen was long gone. A sense of emptiness encompassed So, who clutched the hairpin tightly in his hand.

Once out of earshot, the Queen turned to Yo. “Once the ritual is over, make sure to send him back. If he insists on staying, send the Royal Army.” Yo nodded at her request. “Now find me that girl!”

~~~

“Your Majesty,” a servant called out, “The 4th Prince has arrived.” 

A wrinkled hand rose, as he acknowledged what had been said, but his eyes hadn’t left his desk. The servant quietly left the Royal Study. The King could not help but think if his son would truly help them. His mind wandered back to the events that transpired a few days ago.

“This is the bird that had eaten the Crown Prince’s breakfast,” The King of Goryeo, Wang Taejo, threw a birdcage at the officials of his government. The dead feathered creature rattled helplessly in the cage. The officers couldn't help but look at it in disgust. Eun held his nose as the cage rolled towards him. His hands were quickly swatted away by his brother, Won. 

“An attack had also befallen on the Princes.” The King’s eyes scanned the room. No one was daring to make eye contact. “Why is there no response?” he seethed, ”Find me the assailant!”

The King shook his head. The reports within his hands. They had found both men who meant to do harm. Unfortunately, they were both found dead in the early hours of the morning. He held the bridge of his nose. He had to rid the evil spirits that were surrounding the palace. As well as find ways to keep his family safe. 

I hope that calling for his aid is not a mistake.

~~~

End of chapter 3

Notes:

I'm sorry for not updating!! I got so caught up with work and life that I had to put this to the side, but now I'm back and itching to write haha!
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Chapter 4

Notes:

Thank you Sonya (@captainelectroniccollectiondonut) for gracing me with your elegance and for beta reading this chapter! And thank you for clicking on this story! Leave some comments down below, I love to know what you think!

Chapter Text

The Next Day.

Wook placed his cup of tea down and let out a sigh. His wife sitting across from him hadn’t touched her cup of tea. Her gaze was lost, as thoughts consumed her. Poor child. She must have been terrified. Lady Hae closed her eyes. She thought back to the previous day. How, after Wook had forced down the door, the girl was huddled in the corner; eyes wide, like a rabbit who had heard a howl of a wolf. 

“You realise if we do this, people will talk,” said Wook. 

“I am aware.” 

“All right, I’ll sort the rest out.” He rose from his seat. Lady Hae could not help but feel a weight off her chest, although it was still difficult to breathe. A smile tugged at her lips. “Thank you,” she said. 

She turned to him, her eyes gleaming for the first time in a while. Wook could not help but smile. “It’s the right thing to do,” he said. And just like that, he left. 

Lady Hae turned to one of her maids. “Is the girl awake?” she said. They nodded. In a hurry, Lady Hae rose from her seat. The blood rushed to her head and the world began to spin. 

“My Lady,” the maids called out, but Lady Hae caught herself in the nick of time. “I’m alright.” She waved her hand, calming the ladies. “Just help me reach the girl’s chamber. And bring me the items I requested.”

~~~

Nandita was pacing in her room. This is all wrong. This is all horribly wrong. Nandita scratched her head. She thought back to the day prior. How her best friend had appeared. How her best friend spoke to her in a language she could not understand. How her best friend’s eyes were clouded with uncertainty when she tried to talk to him. He did not recognise her. The Gods must have truly wanted Nandita to suffer by wanting to play such a cruel joke on her.

She plumped herself on her bed. She wanted to rationalise that Jaewook was pranking her. That all this was an elaborate scheme to get back at her. But the more she thought about it, the more the evidence piled against her. From the toilets to the clothes she wore, everything felt off. The treatments suggested by the doctors also seemed outdated. 

For example, they would want to wrap Nandita’s chest with bandages. But thankfully, Nandita knew that could worsen broken ribs. She was grateful that she helped Jeevita with her nursing exams and that some things stuck with her. But that was one of many instances that reminded Nandita that she was a long way from home. She shook her head. 

A knock echoed throughout the room. A voice called out. Nandita got up and opened the door. Poking her head up, she saw the Lady in Blue. However, the woman was adorning a lilac attire today. The woman sent a warm smile towards her. Nandita reciprocated and welcomed her to the chamber. 

The woman sat down at the small table at the corner of the room. She gestured for Nandita to follow suit. Once seated, the lady began to speak. “How are your injuries?”  

The blank stare was Nandita’s answer. “Ah yes,” she sighed, “You don’t understand.”  

She tapped her shoulder, hinting at Nandita to shift her gaze to her own shoulder. Registering at what she was suggesting, Nandita took a moment to think of a way to communicate back. Her shoulder was still throbbing, but the wound did not seem infected. Nandita gave a thumbs up but was met with a puzzled expression. Registering the dissonance, she racked her brain for an alternative. She instead opted for a wide smile, hoping that would comply as “it’s healing.” 

The woman seemed to accept the interpretation. She then clapped her hands and, from what Nandita could assume, one of the maids brought forth a book. A quizzical gaze appeared on Nandita’s expression. 

“I’m glad it is healing,” she said. She opened the book. Inked drawings filled its pages. “Hopefully, we can use this and figure out why you were in the bathhouse in the first place.”  

She pointed at the picture; a woman was wearing elaborate clothes, accessorized with ornaments in her hair. She then pointed at herself. “Lady Hae,” she said, “my name is Lady Hae.”

“Lady Hae?” Nandita repeated. The woman shared a smile. “Yes, Lady Hae,” she said. 

She then pointed at Nandita. She furrowed her brows, discerning what was going on. Nandita pointed at herself, “Nandita,” she said. The woman gave a perplexed look. Nandita repeated herself much more slowly. “Naan-Dee-Tah,” she said. 

The woman copied her. “Your name is Nandita?”

Nandita nodded, but in all honesty, she had no idea if that was what the lady was asking. She gave an awkward smile and the woman gently reciprocated. “Well that is a start,” she said. 

Sharing an awkward chuckle, the air around them was uncomfortable. Nandita's throat dried up. She tried to think of something else to say, but it would have been futile. The woman wouldn't have been able to understand her anyway. Thoughts slowly consumed Nandita. She needed to do something. Anything. The silence surrounding the two was becoming unbearable. But it too ended before Nandita was ready. As it was shattered by the sound of rumbling.

Nandita’s stomach rumbled. Her cheeks flushed and she quickly held her stomach. The woman’s, or Lady Hae’s, smile widened. “Are you hungry?” She flipped through the book until it landed on a page where there was a child next to a table filled with platters and platters of food. She pointed at it. 

In a sheepish smile, Nandita nodded her head. The woman let out a soft chuckle. She turned to one of her maids and spoke, her voice soft. The maid bowed before leaving the room 

The lady turned back to Nandita. A large parchment of paper was presented. It was a map. However, it looked nothing like the one Nandita had known. Scratchings could be made out to be words, but they did not resemble anything Nandita knew. Nandita took a long look at the map, but nothing registered a familiarity. She looked back at Lady Hae and shook her head. The woman sighed and rolled the parchment up. 

She switched back to the book and turned to a picture of the child. This time the child was with two adults; a mother and father. The woman positioned the image in front of Nandita, whose hands traced the image. Her heart sank. Thoughts about her family circled her mind. Nandita’s lip trembled, her eyes watering. She had gotten over the initial fact of abandoning them. But that hadn’t meant that her soul ached every time she thought about them. She looked back at Lady Hae and gently shook her head. The woman’s expression softened. She closed the book. “That’s enough for today,” she said.

They sat in silence. Nandita could not meet her gaze. A hollow throb sat at her belly and Nandita was sure it was not hunger. Her mind wandered back to her life in Seoul. She reminisced about her bedroom. You could tell she spent hours and hours of studying, as her tiny room was cluttered with textbooks. She thought about Eunhyuk and Junseo. She desperately tried to carve their faces into her memory. The idea of never seeing them again tormented Nandita. Maybe there was a way to get back to them? 

Nandita thought long and hard. Tears quietly falling down her cheeks. If there was a way to return, the Gods would make sure she couldn’t. The laws they wrote were the reason her soul was damned. Because of Nandita’s actions, her karma had been disrupted…

Her karma? That was it! That’s the answer!  

Nandita wiped her eyes. Her posture stiffened; determination permeated her body. All Nandita had to do was try and reconstruct her karma. If she did enough good deeds, maybe there was a way for her soul to be saved? 

The sound of a knock from the door brought Nandita out of her thoughts. The aroma of food flooded the room and Nandita’s stomach growled once more. The maids removed the book and map and began to set the table. Nandita’s mouth watered. She didn't know where to start. 

To her surprise, the meal was different from what she had expected. It contained a bowl of broth, a bowl of rice and many side dishes of vegetables. Those were common back in Seoul. However, that was all there was. No meats, no fish, nothing of those sorts. Nandita blinked; grateful as she didn’t eat meat either. 

They placed chopsticks in front of her and Lady Hae. Nandita racked her brain, trying to remember the correct etiquette, but she had no idea if it would apply right now. She waited for Lady Hae to start eating, before trying to hold the chopsticks. 

But Nandita struggled. Her hand could not coordinate at all. She kept fumbling around. Frustrated, and very hungry, she placed the chopsticks down on their rest and resorted to using her spoon. Lady Hae smiled and took note. “I can see you are not from around here, that is for sure.”  

Nandita’s cheeks heated up. She had no idea what the woman had said but it didn’t seem malicious. But that didn’t cover the fact she had failed to use chopsticks. She mentally cursed. 

She, quite proudly, had learnt to use chopsticks when she moved to Seoul. It took a few attempts, but she learnt much quicker than her sister. It was one of the few things Nandita could beat Jeevita in. It was a small win against the world in Nandita’s eyes. 

But apparently, this body had never learnt how to use the utensils, which made sense, as it probably never had. Nandita made a mental note that coordinating may take a while to learn. 

A dark thought brushes Nandita’s mind. The soul for this body had a life, well before Nandita took over. Her family must have been worried about what happened to this poor girl. She was covered with injuries when Nandita took over, so there was no certainty that she would have survived. 

Maybe her family was attacked too? If so, were any of them alive as well?  

Nandita shuddered. If the past for this body catches up to her, then Nandita will deal with it then. There was no point in stressing out and thinking of scenarios that may never occur. She pushed the idea away from her mind and concentrated on her meal. 

Lady Hae’s eyes glanced up to Nandita, her heart aching a little as she watched the girl. Her mannerisms were unique and would take time to adjust to. But Lady Hae didn’t mind. She was grateful to this girl. 

The idea of almost losing Wook, when only hours before she had lost someone else dear to her, was unbearable. She had to repay her debt. Otherwise, she would never find inner peace. A small thought expanded in her mind. Maybe this girl was a sign? A blessing in disguise, perhaps? If so, then we should not ignore it.  

A smile resurfaced on her face. We should keep her safe.

~~~

The King sat at his throne while awaiting the arrival of a visitor. A sigh escaped his lips. One of his Royal Advisors ridiculed the competence of the Crown Prince. His words boiled the King’s blood. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He tried to do everything to appease the aristocrats of this society, but it seemed to be failing him in the process. I need to think of a solution and think of it fast.

The doors opened. King Taejo’s attention shifts to the entrance of 8th Prince Wang Wook. He bowed as he reached the throne. 

“Thank you for agreeing to see me.”

“Why have you requested an audience, 8th Prince Wook?”

“Apologies, Your Majesty, I understand you have your duties to attend to, so I will not keep you long,” Wook said. “I would like to seek permission for you to release the foreigner into my care.” The King cocked a brow. “May I ask why?”

“I wish to repay her for saving my life.”

“An outsider entering the Royal Bathhouse is forbidden and should be punished. It is only because she saved you and the Princes, that she has not been executed yet.” 

Wook gulped. He did not want to anger his father, but he also wanted to appease his grieving wife. “Yes, I understand, Your Majesty,” he rose from his bow, “But are you not curious as to why she was there in the first place?”

“And you believe that you can find out?” the King scoffed. “I heard she only speaks in a foreign tongue.”

“I am sure I can uncover the reasoning behind her arrival.”

Taejo crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. The dissatisfaction with Wook’s request only added to his foul mood. But there were more things to worry about. But if he let Wook manage some of his concerns, he could commit more of his time to other problems. The King let out a sigh. He needed certainty. “Is there more to this reason?”

Wook hesitated. He thought back to his conversation with his wife. How frail she had become over the passing months. How full of life she seemed this morning when she proposed the idea. He could not let her down. Not again. 

He took a deep breath, the words on his lips felt heavy, but he knew it would get the work done. “I have reasons to believe that the girl may possess medical knowledge that may help Lady Hae.” 

Taejo’s expression softened. He had heard about the illness Lady Hae was suffering from and understood that Wook was trying to complete his duty as a husband. He let out another sigh. Age must have been wearing him thin these days. “And under what record is this shown?”

“She seems to be refusing the treatment from the doctors and conducting her own.”

A pause was left in the air, as the King deliberated on what to do. He let out another sigh. “Very well, I shall release the girl under your care.” Wook could feel a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. But in an instant, it left when the King uttered the next words; “On the conditions that she must serve Lady Hae, and that you must find out who she is, why she was at the Bathhouse and what her intention may be upon arriving in Songak.”

Wook bowed once more. “Thank you for gracing us with your kindness, Your Majesty.” 

Taejo acknowledged him, allowing Wook to leave the room. As the doors closed behind him, Wook placed his hand on his chest. His heart beating erratically as the weight of what had transpired finally settled on him. Wook gulped. He acknowledged the idea that asking for this may require a favour from the King. But it never occurred to him that those would be the only conditions. It seemed too simple. He thought long and hard as he made his way back. 

If I need to fulfil the King’s wishes, I need to find a way to communicate with this girl.

~~~

When night had taken hold, Lady Hae finally entered her chamber. After her meal with Nandita, she spent the rest of the day praying for the deceased. Although it was not a strenuous activity, her body was exhausted. She attributed it more to do with the sorrow inside her heart. A soft, sad frown displayed itself, as she thought more and more about it. 

Bringing this girl into her home would not take away the grief that filled its walls. But it would allow Lady Hae a chance to atone for her mistakes. She thought back to that day. She could barely remember the argument she had with her younger cousin. All she remembered was her storming out and, in a few hours, heard that she had died. Drowned, to be exact.

The room began to blur as tears fell down her face. The thought of her laughter never filling the walls of this home hit Lady Hae, like a punch to the gut. She crumpled over. The grief consumed her. Choked sobs left her mouth. She cradled herself, wanting to hold her cousin again. She had failed. Failed to keep her safe. But this time she will do things right. She clutched her chest as she composed herself. Her mind wandered back to the girl.

“Nandita.” The name felt heavier as it left her lips. But it was enough to ground her back. Wiping away her tears, Lady Hae sat on her bed. She steadied her heart rate. She couldn’t afford to be in this state. Not if she wanted to help Nandita. But she could not do anything without the King’s blessing. If he decided to execute her, there would be nothing Lady Hae could do but follow His Majesty’s order. A sigh escaped her lips. Her heart prayed that Wook would be successful with his endeavour.

Footsteps outside her room door brought her out of her thoughts and grief. She rose from her seat and made her way. Her face was greeted with her husband’s. “Ah, you have returned. Welcome back.”

“Apologies for returning late,” he made his way inside the room, taking a seat at the small table. “I did not expect you to be awake at this hour.”

“I know, I was thinking.” 

Wook shared a sympathetic gaze with his wife. Her eyes were red and puffy, which bared a more striking resemblance against her sickly, pale skin. The loss of her cousin had taken a toll on her already fragile body. Wook shook his head. He should’ve been here to comfort her. But a part of him felt it would be deceptive. He was not close to the deceased and he worried that his words to comfort his wife would only add salt to her wounds. She needed support and love to get her through this. One of which Wook could not deliver. He looked back at his wife. He hoped that following her request would help her heal. “You should rest, it’s not good for your health for you to stay up.”

“I know. But I could not help but wonder about His Majesty and if he accepted our request.” 

Wook shared a warm smile and ushered her to sit beside him. “Well, he has graced us with kindness once more and accepted the request.”

Lady Hae's eyes widened as the weight of Wook’s words finally settled. A smile danced on her lips. Her heart fluttered as the good news sunk in. “This is wonderful. I’m sure Nandita would love to stay with us.” 

“Na…Nandita?”

“Yes, Nandita. I believe that is her name. I went to see her today—”

“—Wait, you left to see her? My Lady, you should not strain yourself.”

“It is alright,” she waved away his concern, “I wanted to see if I could communicate with her. And I was successful. I don’t believe she is from around here at all and I don’t think she has a family either.” Wook shook his head, his mouth agape. “How did...how did you communicate with her?”

“Well mainly through gestures and the help of a children’s picture book.”

“Pictures?” he muttered to himself. 

And just like that, the pieces fell in place.

~~~

End of chapter 4

Chapter 5

Notes:

This chapter is dedicated to Sonya (@captainelectroniccollectiondonut) who has been beta reading this story so far. You are amazing and wonderful and thank you so much for your help. I wish you well in all your future endeavours.

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Chapter Text

Voices echoed in the late morning sky, as the Princes practised for the spiritual ritual. Clashes of black and red danced across; wooden swords swung around to the rhythmic beat of the drums. Wook’s brows furrowed. His eyes focused on the task at hand. His movement was as graceful as his brothers. Well most of them. 

Eun was struggling to find the rhythm. Always off-beat. His form was sluggish compared to the composure maintained by his brothers. As they reached the finale of the ritual, Jung quickly corrected Eun’s position; lowering the sword to match everyone else.

“I can’t do this anymore!!” Eun chucked his sword to the ground. “We’ve been practising this for over a hundred times and I don’t want to practice a hundred times more.” He fell into a slump, as his body finally abandoned hope on memorising the ritual. “Why do I have to be a part of this anyway?”

“Don’t think so highly of yourself. We aren’t doing this because of you,” Won quipped, frustrated with his younger brother.

“That’s what I mean. The 13th Prince and I are barely a part of the family. We should be excused from this. It’s just wrong to force the two of us.”

“Well, two wrongs can make a right,” Baek Ah teased, poking Eun with the tip of his sword.

“Hey!” Eun sprung up. He attempted to grab it but Baek Ah was quicker than him. Before long the two began a chase. Wook couldn’t help but chuckle as they zigzagged themselves between the rest of the brothers. Baek Ah tagged Jung to join the fray and not before long a game of Pickle in a Dish ensued. Eun’s cheeks were puffed and red as he tried to intercept his taller brothers from throwing the sword to each other. 

Wook took a moment to cherish the situation. It was nice to laugh again. Everyone had been tensed from the prior assassination attempts but it was finally nice to relax and enjoy each others company. The atmosphere was refreshing. However, Eun’s whines brought Wook out of his thoughts.

“Hyung! Help me!

“Ok enough teasing,” Wook grinned, “How about we take a break instead?” 

He led the way for his siblings as the palace maids began to set the table with snacks and began serving drinks to the Princes. As the Princes settled down, their glasses clinking, an object gently swooped down and landed on the table, right next to Eun. His eyes widened with wonder, as his hands picked up the object. Its delicate form resembled an arrowhead made of paper. He inspected it closer; noticing the folds that allowed it to take shape. His eyes lit up as he made mental notes on how to recreate it.

On the other hand, Wook’s eyes drifted to where the item had come from. His gaze was met with two familiar faces, the Crown Prince Mu and the Royal Astronomer, Choi Jimong. Their eyes focused on the 10th Prince and his interactions with the object.

“Is this another one of your inventions?” Wook asked. Jimong simply nods, grinning at Eun's expression. 

“What is it?” Eun asked.

“Something I thought might cheer you up,” Jimong said. Eun shared a quizzical glance to Jung.

“We saw you guys practising,” Mu answered, “Jimong thought this might raise your spirits, Eun.”

“How? What is it supposed to be?”

“Well, someday, when your children have children and those children have children, they will use this to travel across the sky to foreign lands,” Jimong answered. Foreign lands? Would Jimong know anything about the land Nandita is from?

“Ay, this is too small to carry someone,” Jung said, making Jimong bellow with laughter. “You're right. This is only a paper replication. The real thing will be bigger than a battleship!” The younger Princes all stared in awe, as Jimong took the craft and aimed it at the sky. It glided gracefully through the air. 

“You always say weird things,” Yo chided.

“I guess being the Royal astronomer means you have an affiliation with the sky,” Wook chuckled.

“You may be right. I read the stars for a living. My connection with the sky allows me to know the future and in turn serve you.” Jimong ended his sentence with a bow.

“Ay, the last time you read my fortune, you said I would win that game of strength against Jung and be the better man,” Eun jeered, “And now you're saying these things will exist in the future?” Eun pointed at the paper glider, before letting out a tut in disbelief. 

“Maybe you win in other ways?” Won cocked his brow, a smug look on his face. Eun’s cheeks grew pink as he realised what Won was suggesting. But a chorus of groans from the other Princes put a stop to his proposal. “Well, I guess there are more reasons as to why the Princes are considered men among men,” Jimong said, feigning thoughtfulness as he placed his hand to his chin. Wook’s ears flushed at Jimong’s proposition. His eyes quickly glanced to the palace women.

“What?” Won faking innocence, “I meant in terms of being more skilful, such as intellect. You're the ones whose minds went straight to the gutter,” he pouted. An ensemble of laughter filled the air. Despite laughing with them, Wook’s focus could not leave the people around them. “Ah, enough of this,” he said, “If someone hears, we will be in trouble.”

Baek Ah’s eyes follow Wook’s gaze. Understanding the situation, Baek Ah stood up and grabbed his sword, before turning back to Jimong. “We should continue practising. By the way, do you know when So will arrive? Practising without him feels incomplete…”

“He will arrive soon.”

“I guess your fortune-telling can’t predict his arrival,” Jung teased. Jimong couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. “He will arrive when he arrives and now eat up. You’ll need the energy.” 

The Princes settle down to munch on the fruit presented to them, Baek Ah and Mu following suit. Glancing around, Wook saw an opportunity. He opened his mouth; a question brimming on his lips, but Won had beaten him to it.

“Is it true that the King will abdicate and give the throne to you after the ritual? Is that why we are practising early?” Jung and Eun choke as Won turned to the Crown Prince, who seemed unphased with his question. Instead, Mu’s eyes drifted to the palace women. Wook followed his gaze. “Don’t be so careless with your words,” he said, before gesturing to the maids to leave. They all bowed and made their exit.

“He was only curious. Don’t be too harsh on him,” Yo said. The Princes watched as everyone left, the air becoming thicker after Won’s question. However, the maids stopped. Instead, with their backs to the Princes, they bowed again as another figure arrived. His long hair in a half updo, with his fringe covering his face. The 4th Prince swaggered towards his brothers. No one could utter a word, as his presence added to the uneasy atmosphere.

Wook shook his head slightly and snapped himself out of his stupor. Instead, greeted his sibling with a smile, before handing him a piece of fruit. “It’s been a while.”

So hesitated. He nodded at his greeting but declined his offering of food. Yo couldn’t help but let out a scoff, as So’s arrogance boiled his blood. Instead, the 4th Prince turned to Jimong, with a stern expression. “You requested to see me?”

“Ah yes,” he said, “We’ll go somewhere private.” He gave a quick bow before leaving the Princes with the 4th brother. A chorus of exhales followed suit, as Eun, Jung and Won regained their composure. However, Wook’s eyes never left them, as the two trailed off into the distance.

This is strange.

~~~

So’s heart raced as he left his siblings. He had not expected them to be with Jimong. But nonetheless, he had work to do. They walked a fair amount of distance from the Princes, as they both made their way through the palace gardens. Nothing but silence keeping them company. So’s eyes trained on Jimong. He had no idea what the Astronomer had planned. With each step taken, Jimong’s eyes would shift. So would drift his gaze to follow, but saw nothing. As they made their way to a tree, So stopped.

“I’m sure we are alone now.”

Jimong froze. A sigh leaving his lips. He raised his hand towards the tree; his fingers brushing against the leaves. A small ladybird perched itself on his fingertip. “I’m sure you heard about the attacks on the Princes?”

“The Crown Prince’s food was poisoned and there was an attack on the rest of the Princes,” he answered. Jimong nodded his head; impressed with his knowledge. But his eyes never left the bug, who made its way to the centre of his palm. “You also found the assailants,” So said.

“Yes, the servant who served the breakfast was found hanging from the noose. And the culprit for attacking the princes died while in captivity. Both assassination attempts were covered by suicide.” He made a fist around the insect. He finally met the Prince’s gaze. So couldn’t help but gulp at the intensity of his actions. His eyes widening as the truth sunk in. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you weren’t targeted and there are talks that suggest you were the one who orchestrated the attacks.”

“That’s insane! Why would I do such a thing?”

“Exactly. Why would you do such a thing?” Jimong’s voice was low and ruff. He watched So carefully. The Prince’s demeanour indicated he was hearing this for the first time. “It’s too obvious and easy to point fingers at you. Unless someone wants to do exactly that…” He spoke more to himself than to So. The 4th Prince’s brows furrowed, as he struggled to grasp what Jimong was implying.

“So you are not accusing me?”

A chuckle left Jimong’s lips. “No.” He opened his palm. The ladybird was completely unscathed and fluttered away from the two. So watched the insect fly away, as silence met the two once more. A thought briefly passed by; if I keep quiet maybe more answers will be revealed?

Another moment or two passed before Jimong opened his mouth once again. “Did you know the attacker from the bathhouse applied to the military but could not get in due to failing the archery test?” Jimong turned, paying all of his attention to the 4th Prince. “Why hire someone who cannot shoot? Simple. Because you don’t want to get hurt when the assailant aims.”

A small gasp left So’s lips. “Are you saying that one of the Princes orchestrated the attack?”

“We aren’t entirely sure.” Another voice called from behind. So instinctively turned, his mouth agape as the Crown Prince made his way towards him and Jimong. So quickly bowed at his presence.

“Why are you telling me this?” He rose from his bow.

“We need your help,” Mu answered.

“Ah, I see. You want me to sniff him out. Just because my nickname is the Wolf, doesn’t mean I’ll obey you like a dog.”

“Well did you enjoy killing that horse?” piqued Jimong. “I’m sure another can be arranged for you to slaughter when you go back to Shinju.” A frown settled on So’s brow, as a surge of anger coursed through his body. Jimong raised his brow, picking up the reason for his anger. “Ah, unless you don’t wish to go back, my Prince. I’m sure we can arrange that

Don’t use those tricks on me. I am well aware that my stay in Songak is brief.”

“But it doesn’t have to be,” Mu added, placing his hand on So’s shoulder. So turned to his older brother. Mu’s expression subsided the anger in his heart. He remembered what the Crown Prince had tried to do for him when he was first sentenced to Shinju. How much he tried to stop the ordeal but had failed. His lovely, older brother, who tried to protect him and didn’t treat him as an outcast like the rest of the world. “If you can help us, I’ll do anything you want.”

“You didn't have the power before, I doubt you have the power now to grant me my wish.”

A sad smile softly played on Mu’s lips, as guilt made his heart heavy. But he quickly shook it away and regained his composure. He puffed out his chest as confidence slowly filled him. “Well, considering it was my request to the King for you to come, I’m sure I can postpone your departure.”

So couldn't help but blink and stare. Mu had asked for him? Joy budded inside him as a small thought brushed past his mind. If Mu has enough power to summon me now, he must be able to keep me here. But the glee quickly diminished as So remembered the catch to this deal. “What do you want me to do?”

“Well, I received a tip that another attempt on the Crown Prince’s life will occur during the ritual,” Jimong said.

“And we want me to stop it?”

“We want you to pretend to be me for the ritual,” Mu said. So let out a scoff. Of course! Even if Mu could grant me my wish, I would probably end up dead anyway, so it didn’t matter! “It would help dispel the rumours against you and if you survive, we will approve your stay within the palace,” Jimong added. So furrowed his brows as he thought more about it. If he didn’t help and walked away, people would believe he was the one who arranged the attacks making him a dead man regardless. But if he helped and survived, not only would he clear his name, but he could return home.

“Ok. I’ll help you but in return, you must keep your side of the deal.” 

A look of relief displayed itself on both Jimong and Mu’s faces, but So’s attention was elsewhere. A smile played on his lips as hope began to grow within his core. 

I can finally return home.

~~~

End of chapter 5.

Notes:

Hyung: lit. 'Brother' is an honorific to address an older male by a younger male.

Btw the story will deviate from the main, once Nandita has more of an effect on the world, but yeah I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far and don't forget to comment!

Chapter 6

Notes:

I just want to take a quick note and say stay safe out there guys and I hope you are all doing well. Here's a chapter to cheer you guys up if you're struggling <3

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Chapter Text

Nandita kept chewing the inside of her cheek. Her hands would not stop fidgeting, as she was escorted out of her room. She had no idea where she was going. She hadn’t left her room after arriving here. Her eyes darted back and forth, as she drank in the new scenery. 

The lingering scent of summer was still heavy in the early morning, autumn air. Her eyes were surrounded by flashes of greens, as shrubs dominated the land. Buildings were dotted here and there. A stone wall guided them to their destination. The footpath was soft under her feet; the soil sculpting itself under the weight of Nandita’s foot. It was breathtaking. 

Nandita moved her focus towards her escorts. She only recognised one of the two. The Girl in Plain had her back towards Nandita, chatting away. She wasn’t exactly sure if she was talking to her or the other escort. But it didn’t matter anymore, as the wall broke away, revealing a set of stairs. Nandita’s eyes drifted towards the top. Two red pillars marked the gateway entrance to the home within. Her heart eased a little as she saw a familiar figure standing between the pillars. A warm smile greeted them.

“Lady Hae.”

“Nandita,” she said as she made her way down the steps. She turned, and from what Nandita could presume from their flushed cheeks, she thanked the escorts. In a graceful manner, she began to walk away. A couple of people trailing behind her. She raised her hand; gesturing Nandita to follow her. Prompted by the Girl in Plain, Nandita obliged.

The journey was no longer than a twenty-minute walk. The butterflies in Nandita’s stomach fluttered frantically. Her eyes tried to fixate on any landmarks to help guide her if she needed to make this journey on her own. But in all honesty, everything began to blur together. The only thing that Nandita could remember was a tree that was closer to the dirt road than the other trees. But even that didn’t have any defining features. A sigh escaped her lips. She definitely could not make her way back if she needed to. 

She trudged on, before halting along with everyone else. She saw a small wooden hut at the end of the road, encased with a similar stone wall. Lady Hae and the others made their way inside. But Nandita remained near the gate. Why are we here? 

Chicken and goats wandered around her feet. Outside the veranda, herbs and vegetation were being sundried. It was strange to Nandita. It was a fusion of Korean architecture but had remnants of her village back in India. 

“Nandita?”

She turned to see Lady Hae. She looked exhausted from the trek, but still forced a smile on her face. Nandita returned the expression and made her way towards her. Lady Hae guided her to a large room. Her eyes squinted, adjusting to the dim light. A wooden ladder that led to the upper floor, was to the left. A dark curtain hid the back wall. Dried herbs were suspended from the low hanging dark wooden beams. The scent was overwhelming. Trays and trays of spices were laid out; their aroma flooded the air. It was almost nauseating. 

Is this her then?” a female voice called out. A young girl, no older than Nandita, entered the room. Her hair was in two french braids. Her attire was similar to the Girl in Plain. She turned towards Lady Hae, who rested herself on a nearby stool; a bead of sweat forming on her brow. She nodded to the stranger. The Girl with Braids strolled towards Nandita. Her stare was scrutinizing. 

“Nandita,” Lady Hae called out. “You will be staying here

Not yet, My Lady.” The girl raised her hand, hushing Lady Hae. “She needs to prove herself first.” 

Stunned, Lady Hae shared a concerned glance with the Girl with Braids. Nandita furrowed her brows. She had no clue what they were discussing but the expression on Lady Hae’s face only added more to her anxiety. 

The Girl with Braids circled around Nandita. Instinctually, Nandita crossed her arms. A failed attempt to create a barrier from the newcomer’s surveillance. A smirk danced across the girl’s lips. Before Nandita could decipher what the situation was, the sound of coughs filled the air. Nandita traced it towards the curtains. She glanced at Lady Hae in hope for some answers but the noblewoman looked as confused as Nandita felt. 

The Girl with Braids walked and opened the curtains. Beyond them, a tiny room was carved into the wall. It could only fit a bed. Upon the bed was an elderly lady. Her face was covered with a rag while she coughed. Her other rugged hand to her chest. The young girl leaned against the wall and nodded her head towards the elder. 

“Treat her.”

Nandita glanced back to Lady Hae, hoping a translation would surface. Lady Hae nodded, acknowledging the silent pleas. “ She does not understand our language. If you wish to test her, you need to do so with inclusivity.”

The girl sighed. She looked back at the elderly lady on the bed, before whipping around towards Nandita. “ Treat her.”  

“ Seung Hee

My Lady, I need you to understand, you are the one called in the favour. If she is to live here, she will need to work here. To do that, we must know how much we need to train her. I hope you don’t see this as being disrespectful.” Lady Hae rose from her seat, a stern expression on her face before it softened once again.

“ You’re right.” She made her way to Nandita. “ We need your help. Can you treat her?”

“ Treat her? ” Nandita repeated. 

“Yes, treat her.”

Nandita shared a puzzled look. She looked at the elderly lady and then examined everyone else. The frown on the girl’s face and the apprehension on Lady Hae’s face began to get some cogs turning. She looked back at the room. The extensive variety of herbs and spices allowed the realization of what Nandita had to do. But the question was, would she be able to fulfil their request?

 “ I don’t think she understands. Maybe we should forget it.” 

“I’m sorry, but we can’t keep her here if she can’t help around. Not everyone can afford another mouth to feed, My Lady. Plus, people will talk and that will be bad for all of us.” 

A sigh escaped Lady Hae’s lips. She couldn’t just sit back and accept this. If she adopted Nandita into her household, as she had originally planned, people would find it too suspicious that the person who saved the Princes happened to be living under her roof. Many would think that the attack may have been orchestrated by them and she couldn’t risk the scrutiny. Not after finally getting in good graces with the other aristocrats. 

Allowing Nandita to be here would help comply with the King’s orders for her release, but also allow enough distance to avoid the negativity from the opinions of others. She began to chew the inside of her cheek. Could there be another way?

Her eyes followed Nandita, who had made her way to examine the medicinal plants. She watched as the girl picked up and sniffed them; her face contorting from their pungency. She placed it down, before picking up another, this time a tiny twig-like item, and bit into it. Her face revolted in disgust from the intense flavours. She picked up another and made her way to the Girl with Braids.

“Where is the water?” she said.

The young girl blinked. “ What did you say?”

“Water.” Nandita gestured drinking from a cup. The Girl with Braids pointed beyond the ladder, where another room was. Nandita examined space as she entered. There was a makeshift wooden countertop, with bowls and cooking utensils on top. It also had a device that Nandita had never seen before. It looked very similar to a clay flower pot, but with a large hole to one side at the bottom, However, to her right, she recognised instantaneously as she had one similar back in India. It was a large mud stove. So it’s a kitchen.  

The Girl with Braids guided Nandita towards two large ceramic jars that were placed nearby the countertop. She grabbed a cup before opening one and scooping out its contents. Nandita shared a smile of gratitude and took the cup, as well as a spoon, and went back into the medicinal room. 

Lady Hae watched as she began to walk through the spices once more. She began to collect the herbs into the cup. Cinnamon sticks, grounded aniseed and finally the liquorice root. Could this girl know how to prepare medicinal tonics? 

She looked back at the other girl, who shared the same expression as Lady Hae; eyes wide and mouth agape. However, a smile slowly presented itself, as she continued to watch the girl. 

Nandita examined the room once more. A sigh escaped her lips. Was that everything? Ah, crap, I don’t remember. I can’t remember if this is the right amount for each ingredient. She scratched her chin and shook her head. She needed to do this. The reason why they were asking her out of all people was not clear, but Nandita could not sit idly while someone, especially an elder, was suffering. She was raised better than that. It could also help restore her karma. She shook her head. No. Her priority should be helping, no matter what it did to her karma. 

All she needed to do now was warm the concoction up. She looked back at the stove, but it was too big for what she needed. She turned back to the stranger and gestured to the stove and then to the cup.

Do you want to heat it up?” she said. Nandita took a stab in the dark and nodded. The girl took the cup away from Nandita. However, instead of going to the large stove, she grabbed a teapot and poured the contents inside. Next, she went to the flower pot and placed the teapot on top. Then she began to light a fire where the hole was. Nandita’s eyes widened before a smile displayed itself. Whoa! It’s a portable stove!

Lady Hae finally made her way to the kitchen. “Nandita, what are you doshe couldn’t finish her sentence. For the first time since she had met this girl, Lady Hae watched in awe, as a genuine smile appeared on her face. 

She took a moment to finally assess her. The bruises on her cheek had disappeared, although the more severe injuries must’ve still persisted, even if she couldn’t see them. The lack of crow's feet around her eyes highlighted how young she was. But what fixated her attention were her eyes. The slight bags under them and the almost invisible, hollowness that they possessed was something very familiar to Lady Hae. An ache began to spread within her heart. So much tragedy, at such a young age. 

As they began to prep the tea, Nandita frowned. She was missing something. Honey. Or would sugar be more readily available in this time period? She sighed. Honey would be ideal for its antibacterial properties, but if they don't have it, at least sugar would make the drink bearable.   She raised her hand through her hair. She inspected the herbal room once more but to no avail. She turned to the Girl with Braids but paused. How am I gonna explain what exactly I’m looking for? She looked back at everyone then at the teapot. Maybe we won’t need it… She let out a groan. No, we do need it. She opened her mouth before closing it again. She turned to the woman, who was still coughing. No, this will have to make do. 

After the kettle had boiled, they brought cups to the ailing woman. Nandita began to chew the inside of her cheek, as she filtered and poured the drink. 

“Forgive me,” she said, “it won’t be as perfect, or as tasty, as my sister’s, but I hope it provided some relief at least.” 

The woman hesitated. She stared at the cup. Nandita could hear her heart pound; her ears turning red. Oh, please Gods, if any of You are listening, please make sure I am doing the right thing. 

And for once, the Gods listened to her prayers. The woman removed the rag from her face and took a sip from the medicinal drink. Nandita’s heart dropped, as her face contorted from the taste. Oh no, I didn't make it correctly! I knew I should have added sugar or something to make it sweeter! 

Despite showing her disgust for the tea, the woman began to silently chuckle. She nodded to the Girl with Braids and gave the cup back to her. Nandita and Lady Hae shared a perplexed look. 

Congratulations,” the girl said, as she turned to Nandita, “you’ve passed.” She took a sip of the brew; her face also making a similar expression to the woman. “ Although this is absolutely disgusting.

Lady Hae blinked. She stared at the woman's now visible face, long and hard. Despite the fact it had been years, the contours of her wrinkles were unforgettable. Although they were many more than what she remembered. She stared at the face that she was so familiar with. The face she had seen so often when the woman was treating her. She looked back at the young girl, who had begun cleaning the teacup and teapot away. The disbelief of what had transpired began to shrug away. She didn’t know if she should be enraged for the game they played, or baffled that they decided to pull something like this off. 

She could feel a headache creep up. Whatever the reason may be, would take too much energy to decipher. Energy Lady Hae didn’t have. All she knew was that this would be the best place for the girl. She looked back at Nandita, whose eyes were befuddled. Then at the room surrounding them. It was emptier than it should have been. But now, good karmic energy would also flood this place as well. Hopefully, it would be enough to absolve past mistakes. A sigh escaped her lips, as reality brushed her mind. 

So many sins to atone for. 

~~~

End of Chapter 6.

Notes:

Surprising was a hard chapter to write and publish because of these trying times, but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! I'll try and update more frequently, but life tends to ruin my plans so I can't make any promises haha. But anyway, thank you for reading my silly little story, it really means a lot <3

Chapter 7

Notes:

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Chapter Text

Nandita bit her lip, as Lady Hae said her goodbyes. She made her way to follow her, but another hand grabbed her wrist. She turned to see the old lady, who seemed perfectly fine. Doubt spread in Nandita’s mind that maybe she wasn’t sick to begin with. She shook the thoughts out of herself, as the woman sat her down. The younger girl also made her way towards them. She smiled at Nandita, who failed an attempt to reciprocate. 

Her eyes kept darting towards the doorway and the people around her. Her palms began to sweat. I guess I’m not supposed to leave? Nandita gulped. Her heart began accelerating at the thought.

Why would Lady Hae leave me here? Her eyebrows furrowed as more questions circled her head. Nandita had completed what she believed the task was. And from the expression that everyone in the room had, she had done reasonably well. I guess I did too well and now have to stay here? Nandita shook her head at the thought. That would be impossible. She was a failure; a lost cause of a human being. A cursed child who would only bring misery to those around her. If they knew, they would also cast her out, as they did back at home.

An arm linked up with Nandita's, as the younger girl sat next to her. A smile plastered on her face. Her focus was on the elder, who had turned her back to them, looking through the herbs and casting out the spoiled ones.

Grandma, isn’t she so cute? She’s like a newborn chick who has been separated from her mother,” she said. The older woman replied by throwing mouldy herbs at her. The Girl exclaimed in disgust. She began to protest. Nandita watched, completely puzzled by their interaction. What a peculiar couple. 

Before she could even fathom the reasons that led to her to be in this moment, a knock resonated within the room. All heads turned towards the entrance, as a girl stood there. Nandita recognised her escortthe Girl in Plain. Within her hands, she held a large sack. She presented it to the old woman.

This is all of her belongings.”

“That doesn’t look like much,” said the Girl in Braids, as the bag was handed to Nandita. It was heavier than she thought. Her fingertips felt something solid underneath the fabric. She opened it. Everyone’s eyes were on her, as Nandita almost jumped out of her seat. The sound of wood and metal echoed as the bag hit the floor. Nandita's eyes widened, as that object’s malformed face snarled at her.   

The older woman pushed it aside and picked it up. Her eyes inspected every nook and wrinkle, Nandita could see two holes where the eyes would be. A mask! She placed a hand to her chest, in the hope to calm her erratic heart. 

The woman frowned before showing it to Nandita once again. She took the mask. Her eyes filled with bewilderment, fear and intrigue. The mask was carved from wood and stained with a dark umber. Its face mimicked a regular human but had distorted portions. Its large mouth, showcasing its sharp fangs, took most of the area of the mask. The round eyes gave a glazed appearance as if the creature was in a trance of fury. Its brows, which emphasized its rage, led to the top of the skull and became horns, giving the mask its demonic look. Nandita watched in horror, as red flakes disintegrated off the mask and onto her hands. It was dried blood.

The woman watched Nandita and sighed. She picked up the bag and brought out one of its belongings. and handed it to Nandita. It was a tunic made of a hefty black material. As she inspected it closer, she saw a hole had pierced through the shoulder area of the top. More red flakes began to crumble at her touch. She began to connect the dots. She brought the shirt and placed it in front of her as if she was going to try it on. The hole lined with her shoulder wound. 

Nandita’s mouth felt dry. If this was suggesting what she believed, then the past of this body was more terrifying than she could ever imagine. She took the sack off the woman. Her face dropped as dread set in. Inside the bag rested a dented and chipped breastplate. She brought it out of the bag, her fingers turned cold upon touch. She shook her head. No, this can’t be. 

She faced the others in the room and pointed at the objects, before tapping her chest. Are these mine? The old lady raised an eyebrow, while the Girl in Braids shared a concerned look. With no answer, Nandita repeated the gestures, but with more intensity. The Girl in Braids and the Girl in Plain nodded their heads. 

Nandita’s legs felt weak. She collapsed back onto the stool. This body was someone who could fight. This body was in a fight. Which was why this body was covered in injuries when Nandita took over. Her heart felt heavy as the weight of reality hit her. This person had to die for me to take over. What happens if her past kills me now? 

Nandita almost scoffed. Of course, everything was too good to be true. Why would the Gods allow her a second chance at life? When they could punish her throughout her reincarnations. 

Instead of heartache reminding her of the truth, Nandita felt her blood boil. She had enough. Why should she accept a fate that isn’t even hers? Why should she spend the rest of her days living in fear? Why should she let this curse have so much power over her?  She didn’t ask for this. She didn’t ask for any of this. Nandita could feel the tears burning her eyes. But she refused to let them fall. She had shed too many tears already and enough was enough.

Before another reckless action could be thought of, the Girl in Braids crouched down, her eyes peering into Nandita’s. Her brows were furrowed as she assessed her. She turned and shook her head. “ I don’t think she remembers.”

“What do you mean?” said the Girl in Plain. The old woman’s eyes hadn’t left Nandita’s until she turned and began tinkering with something in the kitchen.

Well, it’s pretty obvious when you recognise the signs, ” she said, but the Girl in Plain kept a confused face. The Girl in Braids sighed. “ That was a face filled with fear. Considering she can’t speak Korean, I’m guessing none of you told her that she was shot by some arrows. Taking note of that, it shows she doesn’t remember being shot. I dunno about you, but I’m pretty sure I would remember the bastard that did this to me.” She sat down next to Nandita. “ I’m just worried that she might not remember anything else.

She knows her name. She told Lady Hae.”

The Girl in Braids shook her head. “ We don't speak her language. For all we know, she could be saying ‘I have no memories!’ or just straight up be cursing at us.” 

“She responds to it though,” the Girl in Braids pouted.

Well, if someone started to randomly curse at me, I would react as well.” the girl furrowed her brows as she thought about it more. “What did you say you think her name might be”

Nandita.”

Nandita’s ears picked that up. So they were talking about her. Her cheeks began to turn pink. The frustration of not understanding what was going on was grinding her nerves. Maybe her lack of composure was already fractured due to the revelation she just had. Or maybe it was inevitable. Nandita made a quick note to try and pick up as much as she can from observing those around her.

“Nandita,” the other girl said this time, becoming the target of Nandita’s gaze. She repeated the name once again, then pointed at herself. “Seung Hee. Ghim Seung Hee.” 

Nandita’s brows relaxed as some sort of familiarity became prevalent. She recognised that name as one of her students. The girl then pointed at the other and said, “Chae Ryung.” She repeated the name a few times as well. Nandita nodded as she understood what was going on. Nandita pointed at herself and repeated her name, but this time more with a smile.

See? I told you she knew her name,” Chae Ryung sneered. Before she could try and argue her case further, the older woman came back into the room, carrying a tray, with a tea set on it. All the girls rush up and pry the tray from her hands. She smiled at Chae Ryung and Nandita before scowling at Seung Hee as she took the tray from her. Seung Hee pouted at her scrutiny.

The woman then made her way outside. The rest of the girls stumbled as they began to follow the elder. The woman grabbed a nearby low woven wicker table, that would have been used to dry the herbs, and sat on it. She gestured to the girls to sit next to her, which they all obeyed. Seung Hee placed the tray within the middle of the group. The elder began to pour tea for everyone. They all waited for her to begin drinking before sipping theirs. It was green tea. Nandita tried to conceal her disgust, with a smile towards the older woman. But instead began choking on the beverage. 

Chae Ryung began to pat her back before she was stopped by Nandita, who motioned at her injuries. As Nandita recovered, the older woman gestured something. Nandita watched intently as she signed. Seung Hee began laughing before leaving everyone to return to the house. When she came back, she returned with a small ceramic jar and a spoon. She handed it to the old woman, who removed the fine cloth that covered the lid of the jar. She dipped the spoon inside and scooped out a golden syrup. She plopped some into Nandita’s tea and stirred it in. Nandita’s eyes widened, as she took a sip from her tea once more. 

“Honey!” she exclaimed. She pointed at the jar and repeated. The Elder smiled and nodded. “ Honey,” Seung Hee said as she took the jar once more. She repeated the gesture and the words. “ Honey?” Nandita muttered to herself, taking note of the new word she had learnt. She turned and smiled at Seung Hee. She repeated the word once more, before turning and pointing to her teacup. “Green tea,” she said.

Green tea,” Chae Ryung added. Nandita smiled once again at the new word. Her smile ignited something inside the old lady’s mind. She clapped her hands, before turning to Seung Hee to gesture once again. Nandita watched carefully. Seung Hee’s eyes widened with admiration and she nodded her head in quick succession. Seung Hee ran back into the house and brought out a crate, filled with herbs. Nandita inspected it and recognised most of them immediately. One by one, Seung Hee picked up a herb and announced its name to Nandita. Chae Ryung eventually joined in as well. 

Giggles and laughter filled the air as the girls bonded over learning names. They hadn’t noticed the old woman left them to their own devices until she came back. She plopped a small brown sack onto the bench. It clanged heavily, startling Nandita. She looked around and noticed the sun was over their heads, marking the beginning of the late afternoon. Time had flown by.

Seung Hee inspected the bag and gasped. “ Huh? You had this much lying around here?” The woman lightly smacked her head, before pointing at the gates. Nandita peeked inside the bag and saw a handful of coins. She watched the woman signal towards the gate and had an understanding of what was being suggested. The girls all rose in unison, as they understood they had to run an errand. The Elder then gestured to her own clothes, then motioned to Nandita. “ You want us to buy clothes for Nandita?” Chae Ryung asked. The woman smiled and nodded. 

Nandita stared at the others while they conversed. Before she could decipher anything, Seung Hee and Chae Ryung linked their arms with her and made their way to the gate. Nandita turned to look back at the woman, however, she had already begun to return to the house. 

The soft dirt road was still empty as it was before. The two girls guided Nandita to a bigger road. As they made their distance from the hut, people began to emerge on the streets. Some stared at them, while others greeted them. It wasn’t long until the streets became busier and busier. The soft dirt had hardened with the increase of people. Buildings became more frequent, and soon the trio was met with the bustling life of the city.

Nandita’s eyes soaked up the new scenery. Traditional roofs marked the densely populated areas. The sound of chatter flooded the air, as street vendors marked up their prices and competed with each other, while their customers were haggling for a better deal. The girls directed Nandita towards one of the vendors. Passing multiple carts, they made their way towards a small shack. Outside the entrance, laid out fabrics of all sorts of colour; pale pinks, blues and yellows. Her fingertips traced over the materials as they made their way inside. Nandita saw a middle-aged female merchant, who greeted the trio with a smile. Seung Hee began talking to the shopkeeper, while Chae Ryung picked out clothes. She gravitated towards a blanched pink jeogori and held it towards Nandita. She shook her head, as the blouse was too big for the small girl.

The older woman chuckled at the sight, before handing a faded yellow chima and a white jeogori, one that seemed to reflect Nandita’s size. One by one, a pile of clothes for Nandita became sizeable, with colours from faint green and yellow, to browns and whites.

The owner began to place another outfit onto the pile before Seung Hee stopped her. “ Sorry, but we should only get the essentials ,” she said, before gesturing towards Nandita, “ She can share my clothes for now and then build up from there.

The older woman smiled before continuing to place the item on the stack of clothes. “ Well, this one's on me then.

“ Wait, we can’t take this, it’s too expensive

"—You and your grandmother saved my life, it’s only fair I help you in some way. Plus we got the spiritual ritual coming up, so she would probably need a nice outfit for the occasion, ” the woman chuckled. Seung Hee gulped. Before she could protest further, the clothes had been packed. Seung Hee sighed before sharing a small thank you as Nandita and Chae Ryung made their way over after exploring the rest of the shop. 

Just as before with the herbs, Nandita turned to Chae Ryung and began naming colours of the clothes, in Hindi. She replied with the appropriate correspondent in Korean. Giggles filled the air and soon Chae Ryung began to challenge Nandita; pointing at fabrics of all sorts to ensure that she was learning. It almost became a game to them. 

As they made their way to leave the shop, the linking of arms didn’t seem as awkward to Nandita as it did before. They continued playing the game as they made their way through the city. Laughter helped ease the transition of being in an unfamiliar place. It almost reminded Nandita of when she first arrived in Korea, with her sister and her brother-in-law and had to study the language. It was through learning Modern Korean she met Jaewook and became quick friends with him. He would also try and make games and such to help Nandita. A soft smile played on her lips before a frown took its place. There was no point in reminiscing about days that hadn’t been yet. 

As Nandita snapped out of her thoughts, the trio soon made their way through the city, picking up bits and pieces for the new girl. Nandita began mapping the city. Or at least the marketplace became much more familiar. The landmarks were much more memorable. From the street food vendors and grocers to the blacksmiths and seamstresses. Nandita sighed in relief. This was much easier to navigate her way through, especially with the aid of others. 

Soon Nandita and they were carrying bags brimmed with clothes, some extra bedding as well as some toiletries. It wasn’t before long the merchants began to pack up for the evening, as dusk manifested itself to the city. Nandita’s body was sore; her legs were aching from walking around all day. The girls began to make their way home before the sound of growling circled them. Seung Hee and Chae Ryung turned to see a blushing Nandita, who clutched her stomach sheepishly. A rupture of laughter ensued as the girls guided her towards the last food vendor that was opened. 

The scent of warm bread was mouth-watering. Nandita watched as Seung Hee ordered two fish-shaped steamed buns. She licked her lips as she was handed one.

Bungeo-ppang ,” Sueng Hee said, as she gave the bread to her. Nandita raised her eyebrows; shocked that the word for the bun had not changed over the years. She smiled and mimicked her pronunciation; her lips not fumbling around due to its familiarity. Seung Hee shared a look with Chae Ryung, while Nandita mentally kicked herself. Of course, her suddenly getting a word right would seem strange. Nandita’s heart raced, as she tried to think of an explanation. If she told the truth, they probably wouldn’t believe it and that was only if she could convey it to them. A sigh in frustration crept up to her lips. Before she could expel it, Seung Hee stepped forward and clasped Nandita’s cheeks with both her hands.

Ahh, she’s learning so quickly! How cute! ” Chae Ryung began to wipe away a fake tear as the two rejoiced. Nandita scratched her head, as she watched the theatrical. She let out a half-laugh as the girls linked up their arms once more. They began sharing the bread between them. They had finally passed the last merchant, who began to cover his cart when something caught Nandita’s eye. She walked up to him, completely entranced by the object.

Hey lady, we’re closed. Come back tomorrow if you want to buy something.”

Not understanding what he was saying, Nandita continued towards the object; a small notebook enthralled in black leather. She picked it up and flicked through the pages, which were all blank. Perfect. She turned to Seung Hee and gestured towards the book.

You want to get that?” Chae Ryung asked. Nandita clutched the book to her chest, while a timid expression played on her face. Seung Hee laughed before marching up to the cart. “ How much?”

“It’s not for sale,” the man grumbled.

What do you mean? ” Seung Hee took the book and also flipped through. “ It’s blank, so you’re not using it.

We’re closed.

Well technically you’re closing, so why not make a little buck while you still can?

The man sighed before crossing his arms. “ Fine, because it’s after hours, it’ll cost you double the price. ” 

What!? That’s extortion! ” Chae Ryung retorted. The man shrugged his shoulders and continued closing up. Seung Hee shared a look with Chae Ryung, before looking inside her coin purse. She began to chew her lip. She could barely afford the notebook at its average price, especially after buying the bungeo-ppang. Her eyes traced back to Nandita, whose head lowered as she put the book back. Seung Hee forced a smile as an apology to the girl, but Nandita shook her head. She touched the Girl with Braids’ shoulder: it’s ok , she hoped it would translate as. Seung Hee placed her hand on top, still sharing a grimace on her face. The girls began to walk away when another voice spoke. 

I’ll buy it for them.”

They all turn. Seung Hee and Chae Ryung’s eyes widened in horror as the 13th Prince Baek Ah stood behind them. But instead of his royal garbs, he wore plainer clothes of burgundy and blue, his hair in a loose bun rather than his regular half updo. They began to bow, but the man quickly stopped them.

“ But my Prince Chae Ryung stopped herself, as the noble raised his finger to his lips and shook his head, causing the young girl to silence herself. Nandita watched in awe as the man paid the merchant and handed her the book. But she did not take it. She stared at the stranger, who offered her a smile. He was surprisingly good looking, although there was a bright spark in his eyes that emphasized how young he was. Almost mischievous.

“ It’s ok.” He waved the book in her direction, “ It’s the least I can do for someone who saved my life.” 

Nandita shared a look with Seung Hee, who nodded in return. She took the book wearingly and bowed her thanks. His smile became a beam, with her response. The two girls stared in awe as the weight of what had transpired finally hit them. 

O Royal Highness! We are forever in your debt! ” the two began to fall to their knees, as they exclaimed their gratefulness. The young Prince's cheeks began to flush at their action; glancing around to ensure no one was watching. “ Please get up, this is completely unnecessary! ” he begged. The two shared a concerned glance, as they promptly rose before apologizing for their actions. 

The 13th Prince cleared his throat, his hand placed behind his back as he spoke. “It is alright. It was not your intention.” 

Nandita scratched her chin at the shift of his demeanour. At this point, she wasn’t sure if she should give up trying to understand the situation, but something didn’t sit right. She began to chew the inside of her cheek, as she thought about it more. 

This man paid for her book but seemed uncomfortable with the acts of gratitude displayed by Chae Ryung and Seung Hee. What could that mean? Does he want something else in return? Nandita watched the interactions between him and the girls, in the hope she could decipher more. They refused to make direct eye contact with him as they spoke to him. But he seemed unphased by this. Interesting.

The young man turned towards Nandita, almost leering over her, as he focused the conversation on her. “ And may I ask why our masked hero is here in the city of Songak and not in her chambers, where she should be resting her injuries?”

We needed to obtain some supplies and personal items for her, Your Highness.”

“Personal items?”

“Yes. She doesn’t have much, and we were tasked to aid her.” Seung Hee’s heart was racing as she gave an explanation. This situation of a Prince paying for something other than his own was already bizarre. But now seeing a Prince in common clothing seemed sacrilegious. She had to tread carefully. Everything could go horribly wrong in a matter of seconds, which could lead to her, and Chae Ryung, getting into trouble. She glanced at Nandita, who was staring intently at the Prince. Damn that girl! She must be utterly clueless or really ballsy. Nonetheless, the thought made her smile a little.

“Why? Is she not being sent back home?” he cocked a brow.

“Starting tomorrow, the girl will be working at the West Apothecary and will be attending to Lady Hae,” Chae Ryung answered. A stern expression fell on Baek Ah’s face. This didn’t make sense. He understood that the girl was pardoned for saving the Princes, but she did somehow break into the Royal Bathhouse, which was still a heavy crime. It seemed odd that she is being rewarded for such a thing. He examined the girl’s expression. She kept direct eye contact with him. Interesting. 

The Prince turned to face Nandita, “ You’ll be working for Lady Hae?” His heart jumped as he mentioned her name, a smirk danced across his lips. Nandita glanced at Seung Hee for a prompt on how to answer. The girl nodded slowly, which Nandita mimicked.  His smile enlarged. “ Well, I guess I will be seeing you more often. ” 

He turned on his heel and began to walk away. “ The book is a loan. You can pay me back when the time is right!” he called out. Nandita watched as the back of him became smaller and smaller. All she could do was wonder about the identity of the man. She bit her lip. She glanced down at the object in her hand. Was it the right call to accept the book?

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End of Chapter 7

Notes:

chima: type of skirt that is tied around the breasts and is worn with traditional Korean clothing
jeogori: a short jacket that is worn as part of the traditional hanbok
bungeo-ppang: a steamed bun filled with red bean paste and shaped like a fish

Chapter 8

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Three Weeks Later. 

Nandita grumbled. Her eyelids were heavy. Her body was aching. Even though she was not allowed to do anything strenuous until she fully healed, she still needed to pull her weight around.  She was not used to starting her day hours before the sun had risen. From helping Seung Hee feed the animals to setting up the store, Nandita had already worked up a sweat. She patted her brow down, as customers began to occupy the shop space, before swiftly moving to aid with preparing some concoctions. 

Her eyebrows furrowed, as she concentrated on the movement of the Old Lady, or Halmeoni as she liked to be called. Her eyes fixed as she watched her and Seung Hee measure and brew the tonics, before scribbling down everything in her little black book. If she had a few moments to spare, she would try to jot down any Old Korean words that she had learnt. But the moment she lifted her pen, more customers flooded in. A sigh escaped her lips.

Despite all of this hard work, a smile doted itself across her face. There was no denying the fact that the job was rewarding. She watched as the last set of customers left the room, before slumping down onto a nearby chair. Seung Hee passed her a cup of water before she too hunched down onto a stool. Nandita gulped down the drink; the coolness provided some form of invigoration for her tired bones. She exhaled as she finished her cup; savouring the quiet moment. She fought the urge to yawn and began to stretch her sore back and shoulders, still being mindful of her injuries. But this was no time to rest. She rose from her seat and dragged her feet towards the exit. Seung Hee chuckled at the sight, before she too followed suit, carrying a case of supplies with them. 

A clear blue encompassed the world above, highlighting the fact the sun laid low in the sky, marking the beginning of the early mid-morning. Nandita groaned as she realised how little of the day had already passed. But she could not complain, as her favourite part of the week was about to begin. 

The two made their trek to Lady Hae’s residence. Upon their arrival, a familiar smile greeted them, as Chae Ryung guided them towards the lady of the house. She escorted them to one of the many rooms in the estate. Weaving through the building, they were met with two heavy wooden doors. A voice called out and Nandita could only assume it was to announce their arrival. She held her breath as she braced herself for the doors to open. Her eyes welcomed the familiar scene, as light colours flooded the surprisingly simple room. It only adored a small red table, which had a black ceramic portable stove and a matching teapot and teacup set placed on top. The table was surrounded by a long red cushion to sit upon. Decorating the far side wall was a panel room divider, where each section had part of a bamboo forest inked delicately on. 

To their left, a friendly face was seated. She smiled warmly at the three, who bowed as they approached. Nandita reciprocated the smile. By now, she was able to discern the schedule for treating Lady Hae. She was grateful that it was much laxer than treating those within the Apothecary. Being in the vicinity of the noblewoman was enough to ease her anxiety. She forced herself to take a quick glance at her. She had no idea why, but Lady Hae softened the harshness of the world. Despite making so many mistakes, which was evident with Seung Hee’s groans and pleading on her behalf, she never got angry at Nandita. Instead, she would smile and attempt to explain to her what went wrong. It was very different compared to how some of the other customers would respond to her mistakes when they were treated by her.  

Lady Hae raised her hand, signalling them to sit across from her. A soft floral scent grazed by as they settled on the opposite side of the table. The noblewoman turned towards the other servants within the room and quickly dismissed them. Soon Seung Hee and Nandita were alone with her.  

With a pop and a click, Seung Hee opened the case and slowly brought out the medicinal ingredients, while Nandita began to set up the portable stove and teapot. The strike of the match lit a warm glow around the room. Step by step, they began to examine the ailing woman. Nandita would jot down any symptoms, which would be translated when the two had time to go over everything. Little by little, they would construct the tonics needed for the noblewoman.

Lady Hae focused on Nandita, whose eyes were furrowed as she continued to scribble in her book. It never ceased to amaze her that the girl could write. She placed her hand above Nandita’s book; a signal to stop writing. Her muscles tensed and froze at her actions. Did I do something wrong? We haven’t had a problem before… She braced herself as she made eye contact with the noblewoman. But her anxiety melted as soon as she met her signature warm smile. 

Lady Hae pointed to her eyes, before gesturing to the book. Do you want to read what I’ve written? Nandita glanced up to Seung Hee who’s expression provided no answer, or comfort. Taking initiative, she slid the book across the table. Lady Hae stifled a smirk as her eyes traced down the page. From scribbles in a scripture she did not recognise, to little pictures that were scrawled and etched into the paper. She squinted her eyes as she tried to decipher the drawings. She pointed at one image. Nandita let out a sheepish laugh; scratching her cheek in embarrassment. 

Lemongrass.

Her eyebrows raised at the shock of understanding the word. She pointed at another. “ Garlic ...ah no…um... ginger. ” Nandita’s cheeks flushed red as she corrected herself. She glanced up to see Lady Hae’s smile widen. The noblewoman let out a chuckle, as she continued to flick through the pages before landing on one without pictures, but two columns with what she assumed were words. She pointed at them. 

Pain .”

And another.

Cough .”

And another one. 

Blood .”

Lady Hae blinked, her mouth agape. This was not the reaction Nandita was expecting. She quickly glanced at Seung Hee, in the hope she could help, but the young girl was too busy with her tonics to pay attention. Nandita gulped. 

Amazing,” Lady Hae said, “I’m glad you are taking your job seriously.” She handed the book back, with a look of utter shock, and a hint of a smile. Was she proud of her?

Nandita bowed as she received it, unsure how to comprehend what had transpired. Seung Hee turned her attention onto the two. “ She is nothing but hard-working,” she said, “Managing the  Apothecary has never been easier now there are three of us,” she grinned at her friend, “Thank you for gracing us with her presence.”

“I’m sure her boon towards the Apothecary is due to having a great teacher.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand, My Lady...” 

Well, you told me yourself, she would not be able to work within the Apothecary if she lacked the specific training. However, if I recall correctly, she did not pass your test with flying colours. Yet, here she is.” 

The noblewoman gestured towards Nandita, who began to chew her bottom lip. Lady Hae couldn’t help but beam at her. Her heart welled at the thought of Nandita settling down and making an effort to acquaint herself with this unfamiliar world. She made the right choice to leave her in the Apothecary’s care. And Seung Hee knew it.

She squeezed Nandita’s arm; an attempt to ease her nerves, before continuing the creation of the concoction. In no time, the medicine had been made and administered.  

Saying their goodbyes, the two began preparing their leave before a symphony of coughs flooded the air. They both turn to see Lady Hae’s pale face covered with a bloody handkerchief. Beads of sweat had already formed on her brow. They rushed to her side.

Help! ” Seung Hee called out.

A swarm of maids scrambled in. Seung Hee's voice echoed as she began instructing them. But Nandita wasn’t paying any attention. Her eyes widened in horror. The blood coated thickly around Lady Hae’s mouth. Her chest wheezed, as she fought to breathe. Voices began to drown out. Nandita’s stomach began to twist. She wasn’t in the room anymore. 

The beeping of the heart monitor was erratic. Bile crept up as the scent of anaesthetic flooded Nandita’s nose. Nurses and doctors surged into the room. On the hospital bed, a sickly Jeevita was spewing blood. Tears flooded Nandita’s eyes. She clasped her hand over her mouth; an attempt to muffle her sobs. The retching sounds emerging from Jeevita’s mouth, permeated the room. Sweat clung to her grey-tinted skin. Mimicking her sister, tears trickled down Jeevita’s cheeks, as she began to drown in her own blood. 

Oh, Gods. No. Please no...

A voice called out. Nandita blinked. She was back. Facing a concerned gaze from Seung Hee. “Nandita?” She said, “ Are you alright ?”

Her throat was too dry to answer. She stared at her friend before blinking her tears away. She shook her head as she began to compose herself and rushed to Seung Hee’s side. This was not the time to revisit old wounds. 

Seung Hee let out a curse, as the two began to rifle through the briefcase. Nothing they packed would treat this. Seung Hee chewed her bottom lip. Her eyes focused on Nandita, who continued to look through the bag. Her heart sank, as she watched her friend desperately try to find something, anything, that could help Lady Hae. Even if they had something, she doubted she could treat this. She placed her hands on top of her friends. Stop.

Nandita shared a puzzling look, as Seung Hee rose. She pointed at the bag, before shaking her head. A lump began to form in Nandita's throat, as she understood what Seung Hee was conveying. Her bottom lip quivered. This can’t be it. There has to be something we can do.

“Halmeoni,” Seung Hee grasped Nandita by the shoulders, “ Get Halmeoni .” Before Nandita could respond, Seung Hee began to bark orders to the chambermaids. As much as she would have gone to fetch her grandmother, she could do more work here. And Nandita knew it. She grabbed her little black book and forced herself up. Halmeoni would know what to do . Bracing herself, she bolted to the door. 

Weaving her way through, she rushed past the entrance to the residence. Leaping over the steps marking the gate, she felt a pull at her side. Ignoring it, she continued to push on. But the tug began to hitch her breathing. Nandita let out a hiss, as the pain began to build up. But she couldn’t stop now. She gritted her teeth, as she endured the agony. Sweat began to form on her brow, as her breathing became more and more difficult. Tears stung her eyes and the world began to sway. She wasn’t going to make it. 

She choked back a scream, as her broken ribs tormented her body. Heaving, she stopped and leaned over a wooden post. Bile scorched her throat, as Nandita vomited from the pain. Tears stung her eyes. A whimper escaped her lips. She wasn’t going to make it. 

Her stomach dropped, as dread settled in. A curse escaped her lips. Who knows how long Lady Hae has? With all the updated medicine during Jeevita’s time, it still wasn’t enough to save her sister. Nandita’s lip quivered. She hunched over as the agony of her injuries refused to subside. Her heart aching at the thought of another person dying because she was inept. No. She had to do this. I can’t let that happen. Not again. 

Bracing herself, she wiped away her tears. Her vision cleared as she measured how far she had to go. Instead, she heard the Gods' laughter drift with the wind. 

She blinked. It wasn’t possible. It can’t be… Is this another sick joke of the Gods? Another way to torment me? Tears trickled down her cheeks, as the hut had materialized in front of her. Nandita choked back her disdain. Of course, they would want her to relive that moment. Where no matter how hard you try, people still die. What better way to remind someone that they are being punished. But Nandita refused to give them their satisfaction.  

Panting, she pushed herself off the post and dragged her body towards the entrance to what she had called home for the last three weeks.   

Halmeoni,” her voice betrayed her. She gulped before shouting, “ Halmeoni!”

The old woman scurried to the sound of Nandita’s voice. Her eyes laced with concern, as the sweat-drenched girl stumbled towards her. Hunched over, Nandita collected her thoughts. “Lady Hae,” she muttered. The old lady rushed to her side, to catch her before she could fall.  “Lady Hae,” she said again. 

Seung Hee’s grandmother shook her head and sat Nandita down. She fetched some water for the girl, while Nandita fought the urge to faint. Gulping it down, Nandita winced as she felt the water trickle down her chest cavity. She clutched her throbbing side. The old woman began to shuffle between the shelves of herbs. 

No ,” she said, shuffling through her notebook, “Lady Hae ...cough...blood.”

The old lady froze. She turned to face Nandita, who fought hard to catch her breath. Waiting for her to elaborate, Nandita bit her bottom lip. Even if it wasn’t grammatically correct, Halmeoni would probably still understand. Attempting a deep breath, Nandita glanced at her page of notes. “ Blood vomit.

The old woman furrowed her brows. She began to mimic heaving, as if someone was vomiting. Nandita nodded. “ Blood ,” she said, “ Many blood. ” The old lady shared a perturbed stare. Step by step, they acted out the symptoms. The old woman grunted, as she began to pack herbs and other ingredients in a rucksack; a collection of small yellow flowers, a large piece that mimicked bark, as well as different types of roots that Nandita hadn’t learned the name of. 

Her wrinkled old hand, stretched across one of the high shelves, seeking something Nandita couldn’t quite see. Until she heard a click from the old lady’s mouth as she held a little wooden box that was painted red. Nandita’s eyes widened, as she had never seen such an item before. As she drew closer to it, she could see that it was carved with, what she presumed were, decorations, or at least an emblem of some kind. With a pop, the box opened to reveal a small black velvet pouch. Both items looked too affluent to be owned by someone with a shop like this. But Nandita had no time to question this. 

She grabbed the pestle and mortar and placed them with the rest of the items. It wasn’t long until the shop had closed and the two made their way to the house once again. Seung Hee’s grandmother tried to get Nandita to stay and rest, but the girl refused. She couldn’t stand idle at a time like this. The language barrier provided no help to convince her as well. 

At the entrance, a maid had been waiting. She bowed as they approached, before guiding them towards Lady Hae. The woman gestured ahead; asking for an update from the young girl. But the girl just lowered her head. Seung Hee’s grandmother nodded and patted her on her shoulder. I will sort this out.   

Once again, they weaved through the rooms before arriving at a set of doors. Announcing their arrival, the sense of deja vu was immense within Nandita. The only difference was she dreaded what was on the other side of the room. 

The doors opened, and Nandita held her breath. The scent of rose was prevalent within. Incense smoke swirled softly around the room, which was decorated with soft purple accents. From the embroidery on the bedsheets to a small painting on the wall, the detailing emphasized it was the room of a royal family member. But what caught Nandita’s attention was the low hanging ornaments dangling from the ceiling. Squinting her eyes, she saw several of these hanging in the room, with intricate knots marking the beginning of the tassels, which brushed against her forehead.

Her eyes drifted to the man, who had his back towards them. He slowly turned around to face them. Nandita began to chew the inside of her cheek, as Jaewookno Prince Wook made his way to them. His face was etched with worry, instead of tears as she would have presumed. She snapped herself out of her thoughts. This man was not her soft-hearted Jaewook. This was a prince who could not show weakness in the form of feelings, especially in the presence of his people. This was someone she did not know.

As she entered the bedroom, she bowed as much as her body would let her, which had still not forgiven her run from earlier. Although she could breathe now, it was still very shallow and painful. Rising alongside the old lady, she clutched her side, as Seung Hee greeted them, before conversing with her grandmother. 

But Nandita’s eyes were trained elsewhere. She shifted her focus to the person laying on the bed. A sleeping Lady Hae had her brows furrowed as she struggled against the disease. Her chest barely rising and falling. Her face was drenched in sweat. Nandita’s chest became heavier as she watched her. 

She glanced at Seung Hee’s grandmother and began to help her unpack. Seung Hee soon followed. Without missing a beat, Seung Hee and her grandmother began to cypher through the ingredients, before grinding them into a paste. So many of these ingredients, Nandita did not recognise. Instead, she was directed to set up bowls of steam around the room. Something Halmeoni and Seung Hee would do when Nandita would also struggle to breathe. So engrossed with her work, she hadn’t noticed the Prince’s laser focus gaze.

Setting up the last bowl, Nandita moved towards Lady Hae and began to pat down the sweat accumulating on her forehead, with a nearby cloth. As soon as her fingertips grazed her forehead, Nandita yelped.

Hot, ” she said. She turned to the old lady, whose brows furrowed. Seung Hee called out for a basin of cool water to also be brought into the room. With a gesture from the Prince, it was placed close to Nandita, in no time. She began to do her best to cool down the fever. But to no avail. Nandita chewed the inside of her cheek. This may not be enough. 

Her heart began to race, as she tried to think back to her time with Jeevita. But nothing came to mind. She had no idea how to treat this. She wasn’t a doctor. She was just a kid who watched her sister slowly die. And now history was repeating. 

Consumed by her guilt, she barely noticed Halmeoni unfurling her velvet bag. Pulling the drawstrings at the top, led to the reveal of long red needles exposed to the now humid air. With the snap of her fingers, the chambermaids scurried to her side. Nandita watched in dismay, as they began to undress Lady Hae. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Other than the three treating Lady Hae, there were at least another six servants in the room, including Chae Ryung, plus the Prince. Biting the bottom of her lip, Nandita shook her head. This was not right.

Stop!” she said, rushing over to the maids. She turned to Halmeoni. The old woman quizzingly raised an eyebrow. Nandita gaped her mouth. She had no idea how to convey what she wanted to say. Seung Hee, noticing her friend’s apprehension, came to her aid. “ What’s wrong?

Nandita pointed at her eyes, before gesturing to the room and then at Lady Hae. Seung Hee’s eyebrows raised in disbelief. She stifled a smirk, while Nandita’s cheeks flushed. Damn, this girl is unbelievable! Clapping her hands, she turned to the rest of the chamber. “ We request for everyone to leave, for the sake of privacy for our patient.

She turned to Prince Wook, whose furrowed brows highlighted his anxiety and mistrust of the situation. “ We prioritise and value our patient’s trust in us, which we maintain by respecting them. I hope you understand, Your Highness, ” she bowed at the mention of his title. Glimpsing at Nandita, he nodded and gestured for the maids to leave. 

“ I will stay,” he said.

"But of course, Your Highness. ”

"And she has to leave. ” 

Seung Hee turned to follow his gaze towards Nandita. Faltering at the notion of not having her here, Seung Hee glanced at her grandmother for a sign. The elder woman shook her head: ‘ we need her here.’ Understanding that this was not wise, Seung Hee put on her best smile. “ I’m afraid we still require her assistance, Your Highness.

The Prince raised an eyebrow. Her assistance? She stopped the procedure from continuing. If everyone leaves, who knows what she would do behind closed doors? She could feed her poison and call it medicine

Wook shook his head. His rationality was wavering. This girl saved his life and his brothers. She has been treating Lady Hae ever since. If she wanted to harm Lady Hae, she had plenty of opportunities to do so. Yet, she had not shown any malicious intentions to his wife. Wook let out a sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t thinking straight. He stared at his wife, before looking at the girl. She had put so much faith in her, and he could never understand why. But he made a promise and would respect his wife’s wishes. 

Very well.

A smile lit Seung Hee’s face. Twirling around, they began treating Lady Hae. Seung Hee concentrated on the herbal remedy, while Nandita aided Halmeoni. Instead of fully undressing Lady Hae, as the maids had almost done, they only exposed the necessary areas of her skin. Such as, her shoulders, her forearms and then her hands. 

The glint of the red needle glistened in Nandita’s vision, as the old woman raised it from its pile. Acupuncture! An idea sparked within Nandita. She may not be a doctor, but she did know something that could be useful. She quickly hopped towards Seung Hee’s side. 

What is it? ” She did not break her gaze from the ingredients. Nandita tapped her shoulder, before gesturing drinking from a cup. “ Water? Yah, you know that word already,” she tutted. But Nandita shook her head. She gestured drinking once more, before swaying and staggering, occasionally hiccuping now and then. Seung Hee’s eyes widened. “ Alcohol?

Bingo! The girl snapped her fingers. “Alcohol. Strong. Many strong.”

Seung Hee took a step back. She had no idea how to process this. She dreaded the Prince’s reaction. He already showed his displeasure with Nandita treating Lady Hae. With this, he would probably classify it as unreasonable. She carefully eyed the Prince. However, he seemed to share the same curious glow that she had. “ Why?” she asked, refraining herself from hissing. Losing her composure would not benefit the situation. 

Nandita grabbed her book and flicked through the pages. “Uh... wash... ah no... clean?” she fumbled over the word, as her mouth had yet to become accustomed to the language. Her bright raven eyes shone through and Seung Hee almost laughed aloud. She thought back to when they first met during the test. Those same eyes glistened then as they did now. Even if she didn’t understand what the girl was planning, she looked like she knew what she was doing. And that was enough. 

She turned to the Prince, “ Your Highness, is it possible to have some strong alcohol sent here please?” Nandita tugged on her sleeve, before quietly whispering in her ear. “As well as a bowl... and a clean cloth…”

Not removing his gaze from Nandita, he nodded. His wife trusted this girl, so in some way, he should too. But he couldn’t understand why, until this very moment. For the first time, he examined her properly. The aggression on her face was gone. The demon he had met that day was a distant dream. This girl was not the same one he had met previously. She was not the scared young woman who locked herself within the storeroom either. Although reminiscence of her was still prevalent, as her face couldn’t hide her emotions. 

Her lips were parted, as she also fought to breathe. But that setback would not stop her. Her brows were furrowed; her raven eyes gleamed with determination. Wook almost could scoff. This girl must have known that she could be perceived as mad for such a request. Yet, she still continued forward. 

He clenched his jaw as realisation dawned on him. He too wished he could have possessed such a trait. To hold oneself with such confidence, without the worry of what others may think. He shook his head. That was not why his wife had taken a liking to this girl. It was because she held no malice with her actions. And in the eyes of his wife, good intentions begets benevolent consequences. 

This will test that.

A knock on the door marked the beginning of the trial. Chae Ryung bowed as she brought forth the bottle, as well as handing over a small bowl and clean cloth to Seung Hee. Her eyes glanced up in hopes that the latter would offer some clarification. But Seung Hee just smiled at her. She passed the items to Nandita, who also bowed slightly as she received them.

She hurried back to Halmeoni ’s side, who had not continued with the procedure. A soft smile played on her face, as she watched this girl’s pursuit. She almost chuckled. This girl is strange, but I’ll credit her devotion to the cause. She watched as Nandita opened the bottle for the first time. The stench of alcohol flared up her nose, almost causing her to choke. This was definitely strong. Nandita bit her lip. She wasn’t sure if it was strong enough, but she had no choice. It’ll have to do.    

Where?” Nandita asked.

The old woman shook her head, her smile disappearing as she set out to work. She gestured at the acupuncture spots. Using the cloth provided, Nandita began to sterilize the exposed area of Lady Hae’s skin. It wasn’t long until the needles protruded her flesh. Nandita watched as Lady Hae’s face relaxed a little. Halmeoni raised her hands, flashing all ten fingers twice. 20 minutes. Nandita nodded. She began to replenish the basin of hot water around the room, increasing the humidity once more. 

By the time Seung Hee had finished her tonic, the needles were being removed. Nandita once again disinfected the areas where they once were, while Seung Hee gently poured the mixture into Lady Hae’s mouth. The noblewoman winces at its administration, before relaxing. She seemed to be breathing easier than before. A sigh escaped Nandita’s lips. They had done all they could. But she knew they weren’t out of the dark just yet.

Seung Hee began conversing with the Prince, probably giving instructions on what to do next and what to look out for during the next few days, while Nandita began to help Halmeoni with clearing things up, before making their way to the exit. 

As they closed the bedroom door, Seung Hee prodded for their departure, but Nandita’s feet were bolted. It was wrong to just leave now. Seung Hee turned to see the petite girl, whose gaze fixated on the closed doors. “ She will recover, ” she said. Nandita faced her friend. Seung Hee raised her two fingers to the corners of her mouth, pushing a smile onto her face. Everything will be alright, she hoped the gesture would convey. Nandita nodded in acknowledgement, dragging her feet back to the Apothecary.

As they left the residence, Nandita turned around once more to face the house. She took in the scenery; from the shrubs growing on the outskirts of the stairs, to the great red gate, her mind felt heavy.

I hope we did enough.

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End of Chapter 8.

Notes:

Sorry for disappearing! I didn't mean to take such a long break between uploading chapters, but life works in mysterious ways haha. I hope you can forgive me and that you liked the chapter!

Chapter Text

Days dragged on by. Halmeoni had been visiting the residence every single day since Lady Hae had collapsed. Due to the circumstances, the two young girls were tasked with minding the Apothecary in her absence. But only one of them was able to follow the request. A sigh escaped her lips as the customer in front of her, began to tap their feet impatiently. The petite girl sent to retrieve their medication was taking far longer than she should have.

“Nandita,” Seung Hee called out a second time.

A moment of silence passed, before the sound of shuffling came rushing to her side. With a little pant, Nandita handed over the medicine. The man frowned at her, before grunting his thanks and leaving. 

A headache crept at Seung Hee’s temples. That was the third customer Nandita had failed to serve properly today. She too shared the forlorn expression Nandita was displaying, but she couldn’t let it hinder their work. They had other lives to save. 

She reached out to Nandita’s shoulder, hoping it would ground her enough to continue her work. But she could already see her eyes glazed over with worry. She shook her head at the plight of her friend. “Hey,” she said, snapping her out of her trance, “Take a break .

Blinking back into reality, Nandita stared at Seung Hee, who left her to attend another clientele. How could she be so calm? She continued to watch her, as a frail old woman perched herself on one of the stools. Her chest struggled to rise, as she spoke with Seung Hee. As the conversation continued, tears began to form at the corners of her wrinkled eyes. Sharing a disheartened look, Seung Hee held the old woman’s hand, who quietly wept in their shop. 

Nandita had seen that expression before. The woman wasn’t going to make it past winter. Her mind wandered back to the hospital. Her brother-in-law, Eunhyuk, crumbled to the floor, as the doctor gave the diagnosis on Jeevita’s condition. She couldn’t help but think about how composed the doctor was, as he told them that her sister was dying. Just like Seung Hee was with the old woman. How many times had she had to tell someone that they weren’t going to make it? That despite their best efforts, they were going to die. How did she numb herself to such a task? 

Will I have to do this for Lady Hae?

Her heart weighed heavily in her chest, as she trudged around the shop. Her thoughts were entirely preoccupied with the notion of mortality. It wasn’t until a loud crash and a throbbing sensation, that she returned to the shop space. Rubbing her leg, her eyes traced down to the tray that had fallen under her carelessness. Muttering a curse under her breath, she began to pick up and replace the herbs she had scattered along the floor. But her breathing hitched and her vision blurred. Her hands were frozen in place, as she held the medicine.

Hearing the commotion, Seung Hee rushed to Nandita's side. Kneeling beside her, she too began to help with restocking the tray. It wasn’t until she had noticed the girl hadn’t moved, that the scowl that had formed from Nandita’s actions (or lack thereof), had begun to melt away. Her eyes followed the item held tightly in her grasp; a cluster of small yellow flowers. The same type that was used to treat Lady Hae.

The same flowers that Nandita begged Seung Hee to teach her the name of. They called it agrimony. It was a slender plant, with small flowers, which mimicked yellow cherry blossoms all along its stem. If it wasn’t associated with such a grim memory, Nandita would have thought of it as something pretty.  

Seung Hee reached out to Nandita, holding her hands as her friend stared at the herb; tears streaming down her cheeks. “Hey , ” she said, “ I know this is tough , but everything will be alright.” 

As soon as the words left her mouth, they tasted bitter. Seung Hee knew that with the events that had transpired over the last several days, that she could only offer a hollow form of comfort. Lady Hae had not woken after collapsing. And despite her lack of experience with medicine, Nandita knew that this was not a good sign. 

Nandita closed her eyes tightly; a silent prayer leaving her lips. If only she could control fate. If only she could do something about the future—have a presence that brought joy, rather than be the epicentre of suffering. If only I was never cursed…

Arms wrapped themselves around Nandita’s torso, snapping her out of her thoughts. Her eyes widened, as her body stiffened in her friend’s embrace. 

“Seung...Hee?” 

The girl did not release Nandita. Instead, she tightened her hug, burying her face into her shoulder. But that was all that was needed to ground Nandita. Her body relaxed, as a gentle warmth flooded her being. Something, which Nandita had not realised she was missing. She slowly raised her arms to reciprocate the hug. The scent of flowers and spices, mixed with the musk of earth comforted her. 

How could she have forgotten she wasn’t alone with this? She had Seung Hee and Halmeoni by her side, who were both working tiresomely to treat their patients. Both, who were regularly worried about the declining health of the people left in their care, but could not allow it to affect their work. 

A pang of guilt rang through Nandita’s chest. She was so consumed with losing Lady Hae, she had been neglecting her duty towards the community that relied on the medication provided by the Apothecary. How foolish she was. Maybe she was not fit to work within this profession...

Almost as if she was reading her mind, Seung Hee spoke. “ It’s not your fault,” she said, “ We did everything we could.” 

Seung Hee loosened her grip, before breaking the embrace. A thought crossed her mind, as her eyes examined Nandita’s tear-stained face. Had she been like this when she first lost a patient? She almost shook her head. She can’t assume the worst just yet. Lady Hae may have not woken up, but there was no sign of it never happening. If there was no hope, Halmeoni would have confirmed her case as a lost cause days ago. But that was yet to be established.

Using her sleeve, Seung Hee began to wipe Nandita’s cheeks. She couldn’t help but think about how sincere and young Nandita was. Working with her these past few weeks, she had noticed the petite girl’s work ethic and the high level of maturity she possessed. But despite that, she still was lacking in some ways. A smile surfaced on Seung Hee’s face. It was nice to see her act her age for once. Although, her exact age remained a mystery. 

Stature-wise, Nandita could only reach Seung Hee’s nose, if they were standing side by side. Despite this, the way she acted most of the time highlighted the fact that she may be older than Seung Hee. She made a mental note to ask her directly. Although age plays a part when dealing with formalities, Nandita was still a new apprentice at the Apothecary, making Seung Hee her senior regardless. However, the relationship could change as time moved on. Seung Hee almost scoffed at the notion. Now, that would be interesting

With her cheeks ablaze from being treated as a child, Nandita quickly rose from her position and tidied the mess she had made; a newfound determination fuelling her every step. Returning to the past had given her another chance at life. Not only that, but her living situation was also ideal. She could help people and ease some of their problems, and in turn, counter her curse. Yes, that’s right. With this, Nandita will do her best to go beyond and treat all her patients, just like Seung Hee and Halmeoni . She shouldn’t let her fears risk the well-being of others. 

As the realisation set in, Nandita clenched her fist. I should not make any more mistakes. She puffed her chest and rolled her shoulders back. Her eyes, scanning like a hawk for their prey, as she searched for another customer. 

Seung Hee almost laughed aloud, as she witnessed her friend’s change in demeanour. The woman was on a mission. A pursuit that Seung Hee would always help her with. A chuckle escaped her lips. Even if her words didn't reach Nandita, she was grateful that a simple act of compassion was able to break through. 

With that, the both of them began to complete their task; treating several patients as the day continued. It didn’t take long for the labour to tire their bones. But they couldn’t stop now. They have a responsibility to the townsfolk nearby. Fighting the fatigue, the sun began setting and the shop began to quieten down. The last few stragglers finally made their way out. Seung Hee almost collapsed onto a chair, before a voice at the door brought her attention. 

A wide smile greeted them, as a familiar girl with her classic pigtails stood by the doorframe. Clasping her arm was Halmeoni , who looked exhausted, but also shared a happy demeanour. Chae Ryung guided the elder woman towards a nearby chair, before turning and grabbing the other two into a hug.

She woke up! Lady Hae has awoken! ” Chae Ryung said, as she released the two of them. 

Relief flooded Seung Hee. She quickly turned to Nandita, hoping somehow the words reached her. But the small girl stood there; a blank expression on her face. Chae Ryung’s excitement made her words travel too fast for Nandita to decipher. Seung Hee and Chae Ryung’s smiles faltered, as realisation dawned between the two of them. “ She doesn’t understand,” Chae Ryung said. 

Seung Hee furrowed her brows. How can we translate for Nandita? She began to tap her chin, making her way across the shop space. Her eyes drifted over the herbs and medicine that decorated the walls and shelves of her home. Her answer was right before her. She hurried towards the tray that had fallen earlier and grabbed the small yellow flowers. Turning, she showed the cluster to Nandita, who shared a puzzled expression, alongside Chae Ryung. She placed the agrimony into Nandita's hands, sharing her biggest grin. 

“Everything is ok,” she spoke slowly to ensure the message came across this time.

The words rang an echo of recognition within Nandita. As she glanced down to the makeshift bouquet, she knew what Seung Hee was implying. Her eyes shifted to Chae Ryung, who shared an anticipative gleam in her eyes, before finally facing Halmeoni. The older woman just smiled and nodded. 

The floor swayed softly beneath her feet, as her knees began to buckle. But Nandita did her best to stand her ground. A smile fought its way, as her heart welled within her chest. Lady Hae is alright. A shaky laugh escaped her lips, as Nandita repeated those words over and over again. 

“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much.” 

She swiftly made her way to Halmeoni’s side, embracing her tightly. The elder chuckled before reciprocating. Soon, the other two girls began to join in. A weight finally leaving their shoulders.

We need to celebrate!” Seung Hee exclaimed.

Absolutely!” Chae Ryung chimed.

With that, Halmeoni stood up, breaking the group hug. The old woman scurried towards the kitchen, clashing utensils, before returning and setting down a tray between the girls. Chae Ryung and Seung Hee's eyes lit up as they noticed the plate of sweets displayed in front of them. Picking up one of the small balls of syrup-covered seeds, Seung Hee presented it to Nandita. 

Yeot—”

“—Gangjeong.”  

The three Korean ladies stared in awe, as Nandita spoke. The same thought crossed their minds. She already knows? Nandita shared a sheepish smile as she popped the snack into her mouth, the sound of its crunching, filling the awkward space around her. 

“Nandita,” Chae Ryung blinked, pointing at the tray, “You knew?”

The smaller girl nodded, mumbling as she continued to chew on the confection. It tasted a little different from what she remembered, but it was probably due to the different types of seeds that were used. Swallowing, she pointed at her ears. “Market,” she simply said and the other three groaned in recognition. Chae Ryung clapped her hands together, “Ah, you heard about it from the market?”

Seung Hee ruffled Nandita’s hair, bringing forth a frown onto her face. “ You’re learning so quickly!” she said, before shoving another piece of sugared seeds into Nandita’s mouth. She yelped at her gesture, making the other two laugh. Nandita shared a small smile at them. 

Watching the two converse, she made a small promise. They didn’t need to know it was a complete and utter lie. That the reason why she already knew about yeot-gangjeong , was due to her time in Modern Korea. But there was no need for them to know her true past. It was not like they would believe her anyway. Her knowledge of the future could be deemed as dangerous and the last thing she wanted was to endanger the people who gave her a home. 

Clenching her fist, Nandita’s vow resonated with her whole body. Her mind travelled back to the day she met Lady Hae. How she swore she will do her best to counter this curse. Now she will ensure that her actions will not cause people around her to suffer. She may not be able to cease all pain and misery, but she could do her damn best to fight whatever the Gods’ plan for her and the people around her. That was the true beauty of free will. Shaking off the broken resolve from this morning, laughter filled the evening air, as the trio celebrated with candy-filled stomachs. Tomorrow’s problems, seeming so distant to worry about. 

But Nandita knew that this small victory would not last.

~~~

End of Chapter 9.

Chapter 10

Notes:

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Chapter Text

The Next Day.

The sound of birds singing was mocking Nandita’s tired bones. She and Seung Hee had already begun prepping for the new day before the sun had risen, shuffling through some herbs to dry in the early morning sun. Nandita yawned as she stretched. Luckily her injuries had mostly recovered, but her ribs were still tender and her shoulder tired too easily. But Nandita smiled. How could she complain? It was a miracle that she was still alive. Well, Halmeoni is a miracle worker. Without her help, I probably wouldn’t have healed this well.  

The two of them trudged back to the hut; a glass of cool water was the only motivation for their labour. However, they were interrupted by the greetings of a duo of strange men within their shop. One of them smiled courteously at the girls. The other was not so impressed.

Well, now that everyone is here, I would like to begin,” the one who smiled said.

The girls made their way towards Halmeoni , as the man cleared his throat. In a swift motion, he flung open a scroll and began to read: “ By the decree of the 8th Prince, His Highness, Wang Wook, we are here to announce his gratitude to Ghim Eun Byeol, Ghim Seung Hee and…” he squinted his eyes, fumbling over the next word, “Nandita, of the West Apothecary, who has worked gratuitously for Lady Hae, wife of the 8th Prince. We are here to reward such efforts to commemorate her recovery.”

With the snap of his fingers, the other man presented three pouches and handed them to Halmeoni. “I hope this will suffice.”

Halmeoni stared at the pouches in front of her. An unamused expression on her face. Sighing, she shook her head, before signing to Seung Hee her response to the gesture. Seung Hee’s mouth opened to protest, but it was already too late. Halmeoni walked over to the two men. She reached out and only took two of the bags. 

The two messengers’ eyes widened, unable to interpret her actions. They glanced at Seung Hee, who flashed them her smile, trying her best to hide her disdain for what her grandmother was implying.

We will accept the rest of the payment once Lady Hae has fully recovered.” Seung Hee did her best not to grit her teeth.

The two couriers returned the smile, although their demeanour suggested that they were also uncomfortable with this. They shifted their focus to the elder, who had already placed the two pouches down and now had begun to scribble on a piece of parchment. She quickly handed it to the two men. Their eyes scanned the paper, before nodding. Their uneasiness had seemed to disperse with the note. 

We will send word to the Prince.”

With that, the two bowed, before leaving the trio behind. Silence befell the shop until it was absolutely certain they were gone, before Seung Hee whipped her head to her grandmother. “Halmeoni, why did you refuse the full payment?” she whispered harshly.

The older woman tutted at her granddaughter, turning her back to the two young girls. Inspecting her walls and shelves of medicine, she began to carefully fill a bag. Nandita could only steal quick glances at its contents, but the older woman’s frame obscured it from her view. Although, from what little she could see, Nandita raised an eyebrow at the recognition of some of the ingredients. Apricot kernels, liquorice and a mineral she believed was called gypsum. 

Everything that was used to treat Lady Hae. Everything that Lady Hae will still need to take.

A stern expression found its way onto Nandita’s face. She knew that they weren’t out of the dark yet. But part of her hoped that this would be the only hiccup they would face. How naive. Seung Hee tapped Nandita’s shoulder, dissipating the scowl that was forming. “What’s wrong?”

Nandita opened her mouth to answer, but Halmeoni had already presented the bag to the girls. She began to sign once again, almost too fast for Seung Hee to comprehend, before shooing them out of the hut. Before a protest could escape Seung Hee’s lips, the door slammed in their faces. Followed by a string of curses flooding the air.

Ya! You can’t just send us away like this!

~~~

Lady Hae’s Residence.

The red gate greeted the two once again. Nandita hadn’t realised how much she had missed visiting. The shrubbery nearby had begun to prepare for the colder climate, as their green leaves began to shift towards beautiful oranges and reds. Sadly, their beauty was not enough to distract Nandita from the pounding in her chest. But she had made a promise and will not let this shake her resolve. Bracing herself, she made her way through the familiar path within the mansion. 

Seung Hee glanced at her friend. She was surprised at how well Nandita was handling her guilt now. It wasn’t uncommon for practitioners like her to completely fall apart when a patient’s health suddenly deteriorates. But that only highlights their good nature. Hopefully, now that will be of some use. Especially as whispers began to surround the two.

It wasn’t long before the two arrived at the familiar wooden doors and had their presence reluctantly announced. Nandita couldn’t help but notice the demeanour of everyone had changed. Hushed voices followed them around. But Nandita couldn’t tell what they were saying. Before she could hear anymore, silence befell around them as the doors opened. 

A wave of warmth hit the two of them, as they made their way to the room. The fireplace on the right wall had been lit, attended by Chae Ryung herself. The girl with pigtails flashed a strained smile at the girls before excusing herself from the room. That’s strange. But neither of the two had the chance to figure out the cause for the expression of their friend, as their patient was waiting for them. As well as her husband, who had a familiar hand-written note next to him. 

Lady Hae’s complexion caught Nandita off-guard. Even though Seung Hee had warned her before entering the premises, nothing could prepare her for what she saw. The frail noblewoman had a sickly ashy-grey tone coating her skin. Her body was shivering, despite the heat of the fireplace illuminating the room. Thick, heavily blankets wrapped her gaunt frame. 

Yet, she still shared a smile at the girls. Her hair was ornated, as per usual. Glimpses of her pale pink clothes from underneath the blankets, would still be considered luxurious, even with Nandita’s untrained eye. Her presence was not of someone who had been weakened by disease. It was of someone who would hold her head high, regardless of what the Gods had planned for her. Ah, this is the presence of a true noble.

Nandita couldn’t help share her delight and return the smile. She barely noticed the man by her side until he spoke.

I’ve received word that you will not accept the full payment,” he said.

Yes, Your Highness. We believe it would be unprincipled to accept such kindness, when we’ve yet to complete our job,” Seung Hee responded. 

Prince Wook raised an eyebrow. “ Complete your job?”

Coughing to get Nandita’s attention, the two quickly began to unpack their bags revealing to the married couple the extensive amount of medicine Lady Hae would need to take. Wook could barely hold back his grimace at the sight of it. He was well aware that his wife’s health could suddenly deteriorate if they weren't careful, but the idea of her being in more pain just to recover, did not sit well with him. Ah, am I allowed to have such caring thoughts about her?

Before he could answer his own question, the two physicians-in-training began to describe the medicine in detail; what it was supposed to treat, when to take it and how often it must be taken to achieve its full effects. Seung Hee even handed them a note with the information, so they could reference it when needed. But that didn’t change the fact that Lady Hae would still need to be monitored. Wook’s eyes glanced down at the message Seung Hee’s grandmother had sent earlier.

To the benevolent Prince of this Province,

While we are eternally grateful for your recognition of our efforts, I am afraid we are unable to accept full payment until Her Ladyship has recovered.

To ensure this, I have sent my granddaughter and apprentice to deliver the medication that will be needed to warrant her improvement. Additionally, we will implement a physician from our apothecary to regularly supervise Her Ladyship’s recuperation. I hope this will be sufficient and if you were to request any changes, we will happily oblige.

For any further details, please do not hesitate to contact us.

From Ghim Eun Byeol of the West Apothecary.

Wook began to tap the table, as he reread the letter over and over again. It was reassuring that these people were doing their absolute best, but he couldn’t help but question it; would it really be enough? Before he could dissuade himself from his thoughts, a hand placed itself on his shoulder. His eyes were met with a reassuring smile from his wife. Of course, she would reach out to him and comfort him first, when it should be the other way around. A pang of guilt rang through his chest. 

Taking initiative, he squeezed her hand. We will get through this, he hoped his gesture would convey. Lady’s Hae smile widened. 

The two turned their attention to the young medics who continued discussing how the couple should proceed, as well as how frequent the visits from the Apothecary would follow through. Nandita tried her best to contain her glee. It was strange to see the man who had the face of her best friend be such a caring husband, but she wasn’t surprised. Jaewook was always sweet and considerate, so it was comforting to know that even in his past life he still shared those traits. 

Wait...Is this his past life?

Nandita blinked. How could she never have connected the dots? She could almost giggle at the idea of her friend being a prince in his previous life. Jaewook never carried himself with an air of prestige, unlike the royal family member in front of her. He was also indecisive and clumsy when it came to making important decisions. Something Nandita knew was not the case with the 8th Prince, as she saw him direct servants of his palace whilst his wife was in critical condition. She almost shook her head. She couldn’t imagine Jaewook ordering people around. It would be something that would go against the very nature of his being. Another thing that would set the two apart. 

The smile she had adorned when she entered the room wavered. While it was comforting to see a familiar face in such a foreign place, it still tugged her heartstrings as she was reminded of her home and the people she had abandoned. Nandita took a moment to take in the appearance of the Prince. His brows were furrowed as he listened intently to Seung Hee. She could see the frown marks on his face were much more prominent than they were on Jaewook, who always lit the entire room with his smile. I guess this version of you hasn’t had a chance to smile as much...the life of a Royal must be tough. 

Nandita shook her thoughts out of her head. Even though they had shared similarities, it would be hypocritical to lament their differences. Heck, she wasn’t even the same person she once was. Barely a month ago, she was consumed by the pressures and tragedies of her life, but now she was working to help and alleviate some of that for others. She could chuckle at the irony.

I wonder, if I ever get to meet other incarnations, how different will they be?

Before she could consider an idea, Seung Hee requested their departure as they had completed their job for the day. The two bowed their heads at the nobles before quietly leaving the room. But the silence only lasted until they were out of earshot. Muffled conversations circled the two as they made their way to the exit. Their guide was awfully tense. A glare began to form onto Seung Hee’s face. She did not like the feeling of this. 

She quickly glanced at Nandita, who had also noticed the shift in the atmosphere. But the two remained close-mouthed. They knew that there was a time and place to investigate these matters. Unfortunately, this was not it.

As they passed the red gate once again, the two were left alone. Seung Hee turned to face Nandita, but the smaller girl beat her to it. 

“It’s strange,” she said.

“You’re right.”

“Why...why were they...uh….acting like that?”

“I'm not sure,” Seung Hee began to tap her chin. Why were they acting like that?

The two stared at the red gate. What was at first a welcoming sign, now had an ominous cloud settled around it. The only person they knew that had answers, ran away when she saw them. But they waited patiently for her. They had to give her a chance. There must have been a reason for everything. 

But their friend never came. 

Chae Ryung, what is going on?

~~~

A Few Days Later.

You would think by now that waking up as early as Nandita had been doing for the last month, she would be used to it. She wasn't. 

She cursed as the sun had refused to rise before she had. But today she couldn’t let her tiredness slow her down. Especially as she was on duty to take care of Lady Hae. The last few days, Seung Hee was tasked with tending to the noblewoman, which had made the Apothecary seem empty, despite its abundance of patrons. But now it was Nandita’s turn. 

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Nandita carefully reread her notes from the night before. Halmeoni and Seung Hee explained in great detail what tending to the noblewoman would encompass. But neither could provide any information about the strange interactions the two young girls faced when they arrived at the residence a few days prior. All Seung Hee could report was that servants avoided her and their whispers would cease in her presence. It was almost as if it never happened. 

Usually, gossip hardly phased Nandita. She had faced worse during her time in her village. But from what little she knew about the world around her, these could lead to disastrous consequences. The stereotypes from the media she consumed in the Modern World highlighted how much nobles care about how they are perceived. If these whispers were negative about the Apothecary, it could lead to losing a valuable client, such as the Royal family. Which, in turn, could hinder further business, especially if they decided to retaliate. 

On the other hand, if they were about the Royal family, it would be an entirely different case. These potential rumours could be considered treason and who knows who would be punished for something like that. They could sweep up the Apothecary and drag them to the ground as well. But there was no definite answer. Therefore, no definite solution.

Nandita groaned. 

If Seung Hee couldn’t figure it out, there was no way Nandita could. If she didn’t tread carefully, she could cause further harm. It didn’t help that her language skills were barely passable and her knowledge was limited. Hm, maybe I could use that to my advantage?

She shook her head. It was too early to think. And it wasn’t as if she had the time to truly consider her situation either. If she didn't leave soon, she would be late, which would just add to her list of problems to deal with. She sighed.

Why am I working on such a high profile case?

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, Nandita rearranged the bag Halmeoni had prepared, thoroughly inspecting its contents and memorising as much as she could. But she couldn’t delay the inevitable. Bracing herself, Nandita exited the hut she had now called home.

Her stomach swayed uneasily as she made her trek. She barely tolerated the idea of eating breakfast, but the regret of not having the strength of a full belly was quickly approaching. She turned her attention to her surroundings, but that did little to ease her pounding heartbeat. 

The dark morning air only heightened Nandita’s anxiety. The world was painted in silence as it awaited its transition to daytime. What was once a quiet moment she enjoyed in Seoul, now had filled her with dread. 

Nandita took a shaky breath. A part of her still wanted to run away. Avoid all of this if possible. But she stood her ground. Clenching her fist, she refused to let her fears get the better of her. She had to. This would be the first time she would treat a patient on her own. It was also the perfect chance to help redeem herself. Not only for her past life, but the neglect she had shown at the Apothecary.

Steadying herself, Nandita had already made it up the stairs to the red gate. Her hand hovered as she hesitated to knock. A dark thought brushed against her mind. Do I really have the capabilities for this job?

Well, there’s only one way to find out!  

The words of her sister rang clearly in the air. Almost causing Nandita to spin around. But she knew there was no cause for this voice. The one person in the world who would help Nandita overcome her doubts had yet to exist.

A soft smile appeared as Nandita’s mind wandered back to her time at her village. The bullies that had often tormented her had now stolen Nandita’s favourite book. Eyes puffy from crying, five-year-old Nandita ran to her older sister, who would know what to do. She always knew what to do. Without exception, Jeevita would be on Nandita’s side and fight back those who were mean to her. 

Running as fast as her little chubby legs could carry her, the small child dashed through the village before rushing into Jeevita’s arms. The thirteen-year-old, held her younger sister, consoling and calming her down. Through hiccups and sniffles, Nandita was able to explain what had happened. The bullies not only stole her book, but also pushed and kicked her to the ground. 

Wiping away her tears, Jeevita’s eyes darkened. That was not the reason Nandita was crying so much. She knew her little sister better than anyone. She would have simply run away if things got too tough for her. But at that moment, Nandita couldn’t. And Jeevita knew why.

Her suspicions rang true as the girls faced the bullies once again. They were simply passing by before Jeevita had noticed Nandita had frozen in place. The little girl was trembling at the sight of them. It wasn’t until they were gone, that all the emotions that flooded her little body, spilt onto her cheeks, as she silently cried. Gritting her teeth and clenching her fist, it was obvious to Jeevita that she was frustrated. And she couldn’t blame her.

“Nandu, please don’t cry. It doesn’t mean you’re weak because you’re scared,” She held her hand tighter. “Being scared means you’re human.”

The younger sister replied with her sniffles. “But I wanna be brave...just like you.”

Gently placing her hand on her cheek, Jeevita smiled. “Being brave doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to be scared. Being brave is doing something despite being scared. We call that courage.”

“Courage?”

“Mmh, it means when you are strong enough to not let fear stop you.”

The younger girl tilted her head, her tears still falling from her face. “But, how do I get strong?”

Jeevita chuckled. “Don’t worry, you are strong, you just need to be reminded every now and then.”

Frowning, Nandita didn’t believe Jeevita at all. The bullying never really stopped. But Nandita’s patience did. It wasn’t until she endured her heart pounding in her chest, her blood rushing to her brain, and her ears going red, as she spoke back and stood her ground for the first time did she grasp what Jeevita had meant. The bullies quickly left and all Nandita could hear was someone softly chuckling behind her. 

“See, the best way to see if something works is to test it out.”

The words echoed, as a pang of homesickness resonated loudly at her core. Nandita had to clutch her chest. But she was grateful to be reminded. 

Biting her lip, she knocked on the door. There was no turning back now. She had already made a promise to herself and to the people around her. She would fix her karma. She would help those who needed it. She will not be defined by her curse ever again. If she has to face people talking behind her back once more, she knows she can survive it. She had already done so. 

This new problem will have a solution. And Nandita will find it. The only way to get answers and results was to see this through. Taking a deep breath, she was ready to face the opposite side of the door which slowly creaked open. 

~~~

End of Chapter 10.

Notes:

Surprised I'm not dead! Sorry for the late chapter, I just lost motivation to write anything until recently. But I saw that we've reached 700 hits! Thank you so much for reading this while I was away. It means a lot and I can't express how much it means to have someone to read my silly story.
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The days that followed were a blur. From travelling to Lady Hae’s residence before dawn, to preparing her medication and conducting routine check-ups…to fighting the exhaustion her body was facing…Nandita began to suspect Seung Hee purposefully withheld information about how much the work would drain her.

She fought to keep her eyelids open, as Lady Hae drank her afternoon tea under the pavilion. The colour was slowly, but surely, returning to her cheeks. But she still carried an ashy undertone. Luckily, the soft green hanbok was coordinated to not heavily contrast her skin. Nandita could barely conceal her joy and relief every time she reunited with the noblewoman. And this moment was no different. Her eyes glanced up at the aristocrat. Halmeoni’s medicinal skills are unbeatable! That’s probably why we have such a high profile case. Ah, I should report this to her later tonight.

After administering the next course of tonics, Nandita left Lady Hae to join the ranks of the servants nearby. Most ignored her in the company of Lady Hae. But their glares were ever so harsh, she swore their eyes alone would rip her to shreds.

Nandita wanted to let out a sigh.

With Chae Ryung preoccupied with being temporarily sent to another household, she couldn’t figure out the reason for their behaviour. Nandita was hoping to use the ‘air-headed foreigner’ card and that someone would lower their guard and keep gossiping. She may not have fully understood their words, but if she could repeat them to Seung Hee, there was a chance to decipher what was going on. But they all ceased to speak whenever she appeared. But it was obvious the servants didn’t like her. Most refused to help her, even when she had given up her facade and was sure she had used the correct grammar when asking them.

Being different seemed to be a disadvantage. It made everyone much more cautious around her. Nandita mentally groaned. Whatever it was, hopefully it would not be a perpetual problem. I mean, this arrangement isn’t permanent, so maybe things will change over time…right?

So caught up in her thoughts, she barely heard a voice call out to her. It wasn’t until one of the servants nudged her forward, that Nandita noticed the curious smile of Lady Hae.

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

“Ah, m-my apologies, La-lady Hae!” Nandita bowed. She spoke slowly, making sure to put Seung Hee’s lessons on formal speech to good use. But there was only so much the tutoring sessions could prepare her when the crippling anxiety of having royalty in front of you, tended to overwhelm everything else.

But the noblewoman chuckled. She gestured to the new apprentice to rise and enter the pavilion. Nandita’s muscles tensed, as she obeyed her orders; gritting her teeth, she mentally cursed at herself while she walked up the small steps. More mistakes could lead to accumulating more problems. Something she had ingrained into her bones when she first arrived a few days ago. And yet, as if mocking her, fate made sure to keep adding to her list of things to worry about.

The urge to sigh was becoming too prominent.

As she made her way over, Lady Hae waved for the other servants to leave. Nandita gulped. If she wasn’t stiff from fear before, she was definitely turning into stone by now. She had never interacted with the noblewoman on her own before. Even when providing her with medicine, there was always someone nearby. Her hands began to sweat. Why was that changing now?

“Nandita,” once again, Lady Hae brought her out of her thoughts. “You’re not in trouble, so please relax.”

Nandita tilted her head, blinking her doe-like eyes at the sound of new words. Lady Hae pressed her lips together, stifling her laughter. There was no doubt that the reactions of the young girl were endearing. But she still had her status to uphold.

Shaking the thought out of her, she began to tap the seat next to her: a sign to sit down. Nandita held her breath, as she forced her body to comply. Her face contorted into a make-shift smile; the best she could muster to mask her uneasiness. Is it normal to sit with royalty like this?

But Nandita couldn’t finish her speculation. She couldn’t do anything, as her body locked in place. Her eyes trailed down to her lap, where her hands were resting. The same clammy palms that were warmly clasped into Lady Hae’s.

“Uh…My Lady…” Nandita stuttered, internally groaning. Why did they have to be so sweaty now?

“Pardon my abruptness, but I request your aid.”

If expressions could ask a hundred questions, Nandita’s was asking a thousand.

“Uh, how can I say it simply…” Lady Hae placed a finger on her chin, before slowly speaking the next sentence. “I need your help.”

Nandita jumped out of her seat. Her hands slipped from Lady Hae’s and slammed the table. “Are you hurt? Is there pain in your chest? Are you finding it hard to breathe—”

“—Wait, no, that’s not it.”

The words glossed over Nandita’s ears, as she sprung to her medicine bag. Halmeoni and Seung Hee had told her exactly what to do if she were to ever face something like this. First, treat the symptoms. They specified exactly what to look out for during these coming days; pairing certain tonics to particular problems. If her medical supplies were not enough and anything persisted, Nandita would have to run and get help…

She quickly threw the idea away. Now was not the time to think such things. Dang it! Is that why she sent everyone away? Because she wanted some privacy? And here I was only thinking about myself…  

Shuffling through, Nandita’s heart was about to explode. Her brows furrowed, as she tested her memory. She began to pull out vials of medicine, reciting their use as she set them on the table.

“This one’s for sharp chest pain…this one’s for breathing difficulties…this one is for—”

“—Nandita, stop.”

The young apprentice froze in her tracks, with two vials between her hands. The noble lady let out a breath between a sigh and a laugh. “ I’m afraid there has been a misunderstanding between us — Nandita, please sit down.” Lady Hae tapped the chain once again.

Nandita slowly placed the medicine down, hesitating before returning to her seat. As the two settled, Lady Hae began to pour two cups of tea. Nandita almost protested, before the aristocrat gestured for her to accept; which was an order Nandita couldn’t refuse due to her status. Well if sitting with a royal family member is unusual, having to drink tea with them must be absolutely absurd.

“My apologies Nandita, but while I am grateful for your concern, my health has been improving in your care,” she placed a hand on her chest, “I am fine.” Her words caused Nandita to share a half-smile. “Ah…I am not sure I understand,” Nandita softly muttered, glancing between her bag and Lady Hae.

The noblewoman cleared her throat, straightening her posture. “It is true, I need help,” she maintained eye contact, reassuring that they both understood each other. “But not for this,” she pointed at the medicine.

Nandita frowned. “Are you not in pain, My Lady?”

“It is nothing I cannot manage.”

Nandita mouthed what she heard. It sounded familiar to something Seung Hee said, but there was something else added to it that distorted her understanding. Was it the formal speech that made the difference? Or was she recognising sentence structure and unable to place meaning in the words? As she opened her mouth to inquire further, Lady Hae beat her to it. “I am alright,” she said.

Nandita nodded a few times, taking in what the noblewoman was saying. But her frown had not dissipated with the clarification. In fact, it only deepened as Nandita thought about it more. If she didn’t need medicine, why else would she call me?

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish. Oh God, how do I ask? If I don’t do a good job, it could lead to further complications…But I barely know how to speak normally, nevermind in formal language. Dang it! I should have studied harder. She glanced up and made eye contact. The back of her head ached, but Nandita knew it was the reminiscence of Seung Hee’s warning about staring at nobles. Something she scolded her about after interacting with the 13th Prince. Please forgive me, Seung Hee, but I’m trying my best here! But she couldn’t dwell on the predicament, as the noble lady spoke.

“I hope this is not too out of the blue, as it was a while ago that we last spoke about this. Do you remember recommending that tea? The one from your home?”

“I recommended tea?” Nandita blinked.

“Ah yes, it was when I requested something for the upcoming winter, when you were here with Seung Hee.”

Nandita hummed in contemplation. Her mind wandered back to before Lady Hae’s health deteriorated, when she would arrive at the residence with Seung Hee. Honestly, the conversation at the time was never at the forefront of Nandita’s mind. There were other pressing matters that took priority. But if she remembered correctly, Lady Hae requested a prescription to strengthen the body for the up and coming winter. But unlike Seung Hee and her wealth of medical knowledge, Nandita couldn’t help much. So she instead offered some tea, alongside whatever Seung Hee had concocted, in hopes to fulfil her request. The only problem was that some of the ingredients were not available so she couldn’t make it.

“Are you…asking—no, do wish for some tea right now?”

“Well, I remembered to purchase the ingredients you had spoken about last time. I was wondering if you could make it for both myself and the 8th Prince?” A sheepish look framed Lady Hae’s face. The sight caused Nandita to smile. It was not unheard of for the Prince to be by his wife’s side while she was recovering. Nandita noticed the only time he would leave would be to carry out his royal duties. And now the caring husband would be returning soon, so it would be natural to request some tea for him. Nandita couldn’t help but widen her grin. 

“Of course, it would be my pleasure.”

~~~

Underneath the pavilion, a cold wind blew by, reminding the pair of ladies that winter would be nearing. The poor noblewoman shivered with pain as it brushed by. But reaction prompted a blanket to wrap around her slender shoulders. Lady Hae looked up to see the warm gaze of her husband.

“My Lady, you should remain attentive to your health, especially as the weather changes ,” Wook said with a concerned frown. Despite Lady Hae’s pale complexion, her make up could only hide so much of the subtle flush that dotted her cheeks. But her red ears gave her away immediately. 

The scene caused the novice practitioner to smile, before she immediately lowered her gaze in respect. She rose from her seat and bowed in the presence of the 8th Prince. The nobleman raised his hand in acknowledgement, allowing the young apprentice to rise, before he too took the opposite seat by his partner’s side.

“If you do not mind, I shall fulfil your request.” the young girl spoke with care, making sure to enunciate properly. 

“Ah yes,” Lady Hae blinked, returning her composure. “The Head Maid will guide you. I believe she is in the kitchen currently.” 

The girl nodded, before bowing once again. She excused herself to follow the quest for the Head Maid. The couple watched in silence as the rookie practitioner left them. But Wook’s eyes trailed back to his wife, who remained smiling as she watched the girl leave. Contentment warmed him from within at the sight. Although she was still frail, the colour had slowly been returning to her cheeks. And who knows? Maybe she’d even learn to laugh again as well…

As Wook mused it over, the corners of his mouth curved up. If this stranger who had wandered into their lives was able to help the grief that filled his wife’s bones, then she should be rewarded. But the King’s words rang through his head, faltering his smile.

“You must find out who she is, why she was at the Bathhouse and what her intention may be upon arriving in Songak.”

Wook clenched his jaw. He needed to complete his request and he needed to do it quickly. The King was being patient as he heard about Lady Hae’s predicament, but that patience was wavering. And it was wavering fast.

Wook fought the urge to sigh. He would find a way to deal with that at some other time. But for now, he should concentrate on Lady Hae. If he thought about it too much, she would pick it up and it would only add to her worries. Wook shook his head. A guilty feeling tugged at his chest. That was something he could never let happen.

“Is there something plaguing your mind?” 

“Ah, of course not, my lady. I was just thinking that you seem to have taken a strong liking to her.” Wook blurted out, hoping to evade her perceptiveness. 

“You are right. The girl is peculiar, but she has been instrumental in these passing days.” Lady Hae turned to face her husband, her smile widening as the words left her lips. “Thank you for heeding my request to bring her here.”

“I’m just grateful that the medicine is working,” Wook glanced at the vials of medicine left on the table. “But do tell me this — do you often interact like that?”

“Hm? Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean, it’s surprising to hear her use such formal language while it has only been a few weeks since her arrival,” Wook said.

“Ah yes, I guess it can seem quite strange,” Lady Hae replied. “I was shocked to learn she can read and write.”

Wook’s eyes widened. “She can already read and write?”

“I believe she already knew before she arrived here. I mean, from what I saw, the scripture was unlike anything I had ever studied before.” Lady Hae recounted the small memory before her health had deteriorated. Wook sat aghast as his wife told him about the little black book. He could not believe his ears. Those were skills that were taught to aristocrats. And yet, this girl had learnt them, albeit in another language. And now she was able to apply those skills to her current predicament. Wook left out a breath in disbelief. Just who on earth was this girl?

“Although she has shown great skill, I assure you, there is still room for improvement,” Lady Hae continues.

Wook raised an eyebrow. “Whatever do you mean?” 

“I mean, just before you arrived, there had been a misunderstanding between us,” Lady Hae continued. “I had simply wished to request for some tea, but poor Nandita thought I was in pain.” She softly chuckled at the fact, but it was no laughing matter for Wook. 

He lowered his gaze. The situation was more unfavourable than he first thought. And what was even worse was that he hated how he couldn’t enjoy seeing his wife laugh at this. “Did anyone witness this?” Wook spoke in hushed tones.

“No.” Lady Hae’s smile faltered as she realised what Wook was implying. “I had sent everyone away just in case.”

She was well aware of how it could have been perceived, especially if Nandita had spoken informally by accident. The apprentice would be considered disrespecting the royal family and there would be no hope of saving her. Lady Hae grimaced at the thought. 

“So you know that this can’t continue,” Wook shared a reassuring smile. He cursed himself silently. She had just laughed for the first time in a while and here he was reminding her of her miseries.

Lady Hae nodded. She assumed that with time, Nandita would learn enough to reduce the headache that would come with prying eyes. But as the seasons shift and change, Lady Hae knew that time may not always be by their side. “You are right. Although her language skills are improving, a simple mistake would add to our troubles. What do you think we should do?”

Wook furrowed his brows, rubbing his chin as he thought about it. But the King’s words persisted in his mind. Maybe he could find a way to deal with both at the same time? 

An idea flashed in his mind. The 8th Prince turned to face his wife. “Well, considering she has shown some promise, why don’t we tutor her?”

“You want to hire a tutor?”

“Well,” Wook gulped, understanding the weight of what he was about to say. “I was considering tutoring her myself.”

Lady Hae stared at him in disbelief. “My Prince, there is no need to burden yourself,” she reached for her husband’s hand. “I’m sure we could find someone who would be able to complete the job.”

“I know, I know,” Wook began to rub circles on the back of her hand. “But we could frame this as sponsoring the person who saved the lives of my brothers and I, which could alleviate our social standing.” As Wook’s thoughts unfurled, he clasped Lady Hae’s hands in his own, causing the noblewoman’s cheeks to heat up. “And by tutoring her directly, it would provide us an opportunity to obey His Majesty’s request, without involving more people, showing we are more than capable in His Majesty’s eyes, which would also help win his favour.”

Lady Hae sighed at the proposition. She had almost forgotten what His Majesty had requisitioned. But to have a Prince of a nation tutor someone seemed excessive. But Nandita wasn’t a commoner. Or at least not a regular commoner. She could already read and write, despite it being in another language. If people found out, it could be spun that Goryeo was looking to expand its connection to foreign lands. Although she hated how her mind thought of this — but if her household could helm those discussions, it would elevate their status in society. 

But there was a problem

There was no evidence that Nandita could even have those connections. She could have simply learnt to read and write through other means. Lady Hae pressed her lips together. There was only one way to find out. They needed to communicate. “Alright,” she answered, “but only if you don’t overwork yourself.” 

Wook shared a smile with his wife, who also reciprocated. The weight of their troubles being answered began to lift from their shoulders. But their moment was cut short, as the young apprentice returned; rattling with an assortment of ingredients on a tray.

~~~

End of Chapter 11.