Park Seonghwa

Ghost/prince. The castle had long since fallen silent. Ivy clawed its way up the crumbling towers, and the wind whispered through shattered stained glass like a forgotten lullaby. But within the cold stone walls, someone still lingered. Prince Seonghwa had once been beloved — gentle-eyed, soft-spoken, more fond of poetry than politics. He died young, on the eve of his coronation, his crown never placed, his name never sung in triumph. Some say it was betrayal. Others say heartbreak. But no one returned to the castle after that night.