I obey, Your Highness
She was the last court lady of the Goryeo dynasty, skilled at needlework, but transmigrated into the body of a down-and-out trainee.
He was an arrogant vocal prodigy with flamboyant red hair, but was forced to wear the stage outfit she had sewn.
At their first meeting, she followed palace protocol and bowed deeply to him. “From this day on, I shall take care of everything for Your Highness.”
With a lollipop between his teeth, Kwon Ji-yong watched the girl bowing to him in an old Korean court ritual and fell into deep thought.
Later, at a BIGBANG concert, he lifted his shirt in front of tens of thousands of fans, revealing a tiny gold-thread hibiscus embroidered on the lining.
“Who made this?”
He grinned into the microphone, looking utterly pleased with himself. “That little antique at home who insists on treating me like a king.”
