I want you to feel warm.

Yun Ki's mid was riddled. 

His insides were clenching. 

His nerves were getting the best of himself as he stood behind the podium, hands clutching around the wooden stand, nails creating subtle indents. 

He was stood in the Royal Court, before his People.

The ones he had to address and inform about what had happened in his Kingdom, so abruptly. 

He needed to express his grief, lay down his aching heart. 

He looks ahead of himself, watching all of their eyes on him. 

His Ministers were stood before him, bowing before the masses that had huddled up close to each other in the tightly packed hall. 

Chief Hong stood behind Yun Ki, hands folded and ready to take over incase Yun Ki got far too overwhelmed. 

Beside him stood his Wife, Soojin, dressed in a mourning hanbok, red ribbons weaved into her hair, as she stares down, hands clasped. 

Yun Ki hadn't noticed her presence.