Falling in love with you was the easiest thing Yeosang had ever done.

Those nights the two of you had stolen were his heaven. Tucked away from time and the rest of the world, safely held in your arms. Under the moon, on the rooftops of the city, you weren't a princess and he wasn't a killer. Just two lost souls running away from destiny finding solace within each other.

With you he felt like he was actually wanted. Not a tool to be used and thrown away, not a bastard child with no political use, not "number seventeen".

With you he was simply himself.

he was at peace

but peace never lasted long for him