[Y/N's POV]

As the sun emerged from its slumber, it painted the sky with strokes of fiery gold and rose, casting a spellbinding glow upon the cobblestone streets. The world awakened to the soft whispers of dawn, as if nature itself whispered secrets of the day to come.

With a graceful stretch, I slide open the elegant paper doors of my lavishly adorned room, revealing a breathtaking view of the picturesque countryside.

The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine trees that line the winding paths, while the distant hum of bustling markets fills the air with a sense of excitement.

The gentle breeze whispers through the majestic bamboo groves, creating a melodic symphony that accompanies my morning rituals.

As the daughter of a revered Field Marshal, our home stands as a testament to our family's esteemed position in society. Its grandeur and opulence, adorned with intricate details and exquisite craftsmanship, reflect the honor and prestige associated with my father's military rank.

The gentle touch of the morning breeze caresses my skin, invigorating my senses and preparing me for the day that lies ahead.

I cleanse my face with the purest waters and delicate herbal concoctions and then decked in the regal attire of my scholarly garments "gyobok".
I emerge from the sanctum of my chamber, adorned with grace and poise.

The tantalizing aroma of steaming rice and delectable side dishes dances through the air, enchanting my senses and invigorating my spirit for the day ahead. Breakfast is a regal affair, filled with the comforting embrace of exquisite homemade delicacies.

Our household spares no expense in ensuring that every meal is a feast fit for royalty. The finest ingredients are carefully selected, prepared with meticulous attention to detail, and served with utmost elegance.

As I step into the dining realm, a tidal wave of disappointment crashes upon my shores.
"Once more, has Father departed in haste?" I lament, my heart descending into depths of melancholy. Though this routine has become all too familiar, its sting remains potent, piercing the very core of my being.

The seasoned maid graces me with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling with understanding. With a tender caress, she welcomes me like a symphony of serenity.

"A group of new soldiers has joined the military, thus Master had to set forth early." she reveals, presenting a tantalizing array of homemade culinary treasures before me.

A heavy exhale escapes my lips as I embark on a culinary excavation, delving into the realm of the freshly prepared feast before me.

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The fragrance of lotus flowers fills the air as I tread upon the cobblestone path. The clattering of horse-drawn carriages and the chatter of people filled the air, creating an atmosphere brimming with life.

The bustling streets come alive with a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. Men and women adorned in elegant hanboks stroll gracefully, their garments flowing like poetry in motion.

As I immersed myself in the serenity of the surroundings, a faint, distant voice called out my name, echoing through the air like a gentle breeze.

I halted my steps, my curiosity piqued, and swiftly turned on my heels, scanning the bustling streets for the source of the beckoning call.

"Hey there, girl! I've been calling your name for a good ten minutes now!" Jisoo huffed, her words punctuated by labored breaths. The strain of running had left her voice slightly ragged but her determination shone through.

As she dashed towards me, her high bun teetered on the brink of unraveling, a testament to her unwavering pursuits.

Bathed in the resplendent glow of the sun's golden embrace, her radiant visage shimmered with the beads of perspiration.
The 'gyobok', her faithful companion in the realm of education, now bore the delightful disarray of her spirited endeavor.

A mischievous chuckle danced upon my lips. "Late again! I thought you were concocting an excuse to evade school," I teased, my brows playfully furrowed as I observed her disheveled appearance.

"I reckon I'm not one for following the strictest of manners like yourself, who'd retire early in the evening to catch up on missed school," Jisoo quipped, her puffed-up countenance evoking a mix of charm and irritation that had me bursting into laughter.

"No matter how hard you try to put on an angry face, you always end up looking like a complete jester!" I playfully stuck out my tongue at her, readying myself for a breathless pursuit through the bustling cobblestone streets. With her unwavering determination, I knew she wouldn't let me slip away so easily.

"You there! Park y/n! Today shall be the day I sever your head!" she exclaimed, her fury transforming her into a comical bunny-like figure, eliciting even more laughter.
"Then come and catch me, Miss Bunny Lady, if you dare!" With those words, I dashed away through the cobblestone path.

she bounded after me, her playful laughter echoing through the vibrant streets of Seoul. Our laughter mingled with the melodies of street vendors and the chatter of passersby, creating a vivid and joyous scene.

The cobblestone path transformed into our playground as we dashed through the bustling city, our destination being none other than our cherished school...........