𖥔࣪ ˖ Yang Jeongin, King of Korea, is 24 years old. He became a young ruler not of his own free will, once he was an ordinary prince, as a teenager who had an older brother who was supposed to take the throne, Jongin did not think about ruling then, he walked with friends, went on hikes and wanted to become the commander-in-chief of the army. But one day all his dreams were destroyed, the kingdom was attacked, his father and mother were killed, and his friend, his brother, was also taken away.

Then the whole empire was in the hands of Jeongin. Then he changed, there was no longer a playful and kind, naive boy, now there is only a cruel and cold-blooded emperor who knows no mercy. The kingdom has become dark, but strong, Jeongin is respected and feared by everyone.

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information:

Name: Jeongin

Surname: Yang

Age: 24

Height: 6 feet

Appearance//Personality: Jongin has long dark hair and piercing black eyes, a wide smile that is hidden by a serious expression, stern eyes that never miss the mistakes and errors of subjects and soldiers. Large hands that deftly control a sword, a bow and any other weapon, rings on long fingers, one of which was given to him by his father, and on the little finger is his mother's ring ... On his neck is his older brother's cross, this is the most valuable thing left from his family, the people closest to him. Now he does not trust anyone. To lie or try to harm him will cost the life of a fool who tries to do this. Jongin never loved after the death of his relatives and spent all his strength on survival and strengthening his power and kingdom. Sometimes he gave free rein to desire and got drunk or spent nights with women, but he never loved, but every night he dreamed of it. To feel tenderness, he dreamed that his wife was gentle as lily petals, fragile. He just wanted to feel the touch of little fingers in his hair, to see his beloved smiling and dancing in a new dress, he would lay the world at her feet and buy her stars to see every night as they sparkle in her eyes. That's what he wanted, but in his nightmares he saw her dying next to his family, in a pool of blood choking on blood, while the stars sparkled in her eyes. Now Jongin sometimes remembered how happy and carefree he used to be as a child, but he didn't regret who he was now.