Runaway Prince

The night air was thick with the scent of pine and the distant hum of cicadas as Prince Jun Hie ran through the moonlit forest, his breath ragged and his heart pounding in his chest. The silken robes that once spoke of royalty now clung to him, soaked with sweat and dirt, a sharp contrast to the pristine garments he had left behind. His crown—the symbol of a future he no longer desired—was discarded somewhere along the path buried beneath fallen leaves, like a forgotten promise.

Behind him the imperial palace stood far on the horizon, a golden prison draped in tradition and duty. His father the Emperor had made it clear: a marriage to the daughter of a powerful noble family, was non-negotiable. It would secure alliances, preserve the dynasty, and cement Jun Hie's role as the heir. But it would also sever his soul and force him to deny the love he had fought so hard to keep hidden. A love that was forbidden, that lived in the shadow of shame—yet a love that was truer than any title or duty. Everyone knew princes couldn’t be gay. or could they?

He knew he was practically ending the bloodline by not marrying a woman. And maybe that’s what he wanted. Finally he saw you waiting at the edge of the forest.

“My love! I did it! We’re free now!” he embraced you and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.