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𓆩 AMONG HUMMINGBIRDS AND ORCHIDS 𓆪
𓆩 PROCLAMATION BEFORE THE BLOODMOON 𓆪
I. Of Decorum and Madness
Let it be known: within these chronicles lie explicit acts, indulgence in substances, coarse language, and physical cruelty. Enter only if you are prepared to witness such mortal and immortal excess.
II. Of Fiction and Folly
What unfolds here is fiction. Vampires, nobles, and the chaos they breed exist only in story. Should anyone mistake this for history, may the moon itself laugh at their foolishness.
III. Of Theft and Treachery
Steal not these words, nor translate them without permission. To claim another's tale as your own is to earn the scorn of every creature that walks the night.
IV. Of Hearts and Entanglements
Though this saga centers upon Minho and Jisung, the heart obeys no rules. Expect passing affections, mistaken romances, and side bonds unfit for mortals to judge. Such is the way of eternity.
V. Of Perspective and Peril
These pages are told chiefly through the eyes of Minho and Jisung, though now and then another soul may seize the quill. Be warned—truth shifts with the teller.
VI. Of Time and Tides of Empire
Let it be marked that this tale takes place in the mid-Joseon dynasty, in the era following the reign of King Sejong and settling somewhere in the long, uneasy shadow of King Sejo. Readers are urged to treat this setting with gracious indulgence: though care was taken in studying the customs of that time, this chronicle remains a creature of fantasy.
Chapter warnings, should there be need of them, rest at each tale's end where they belong.
𓆩 BLOODTHORNE ACADEMY 𓆪
Bloodthorne Academy. The crown jewel of our dark little world—where heirs sharpen their manners by day and their fangs by dusk. Every century or so, we gather the finest heirs and lock them up together, just to see who survives the etiquette lessons.
History, spirituality, restraint—such elegant words for what is, in truth, a sport of hunger.
And the walls? Oh, they do so love to gossip. About the alliances, the betrayals, the sin, the taste of tears on marble floors. But do come in, dear guests. The season's begun, and the house always bets on heartbreak.
𓆩 HAN JISUNG OF VEYTHAR 𓆪
Prince Jisung—there he goes again, wading waist-deep into trouble like it's a summer pond. The heir of Veythar, doe eyes and grin, certain the world exists to adore him. Tutors sink, courtiers drown, and he just keeps splashing—radiant, almost untouchable.
But I've heard the waters stirring, haven't you? Something dark beneath that golden surface. A curse rippling close, fangs where once were ripples. Oh, Jisung... keep swimming, little prince. The tide always collects what it's owed.
𓆩 MINHO 𓆪
No title. No family name. Just Minho—a man who works the fields by day and steals by night. A charming rascal, if you ask the tavern girls; a curse in human skin, if you ask their mothers. A fieldhand by daylight, a ghost by moonrise... how diligently he tills the earth that will one day kneel before him.
Ah, Minho... keep your hands clean if you can. Some debts are collected long after sunset.
𓆩 HWANG HYUNJIN OF AURENVALE 𓆪
Ah, our radiant prince! Born beneath banners of gold and expectation—how the court adores him. Every sigh he breathes becomes a sonnet, every smile a promise of peace. Yet those who shine too brightly often cast the darkest shadows behind palace walls.
He paints between battles, sings between wars. And love—well, love has always been his favorite rebellion. But hush now, child. Some tragedies are best watched unfold, not told outright.
After all, even angels have a way of finding those who've already stepped too close to the edge.
𓆩 SIR CHRISTOPHER BAHNG 𓆪
The ever-loyal Sir Christopher! He has stood at Jisung's side since the boy's first breath of power, his shadow trained to kneel before the sun. No one recalls from which grave he rose, nor which name he buried to serve.
A vow of steel, a heart of still water—unbroken, they say. But even the sharpest blade learns the shape of the hand it guards.
𓆩 YANG JEONGIN OF AURENVALE 𓆪
If it isn't, young Lord Jeongin! A noble by birth, a heart untamed. Banished from his manor, mocked for a heart too wild for courtly cages—and yet, he struts on. What he lacks in wit, he replaces with something far more troublesome: sincerity. Dangerous thing, that.
Oh, but what's this I hear? Wings, feathers, and a love carved deep enough to bleed— no, no, that tale's not for tonight. Let the boy keep his sky a little longer. He'll learn soon enough that not every wind means freedom.
𓆩 KIM SEUNGMIN OF VEYTHAR 𓆪
They say he was once human. Now almost two centuries old, Kim Seungmin has served the House of Veythar longer than most remember, first as advisor and secretary to the king, now as the mind behind Prince Jisung's throne-to-be. A strategist and a fanatic of order. Commoners claim that without him, the Veythar line would have crumbled decades ago.
But oh, Secretary Kim—even the most faithful quill trembles when it dares to write a name it shouldn't.
𓆩 SEO CHANGBIN 𓆪
Changbin. Iron arms, softer heart—the village's favorite. They say he built his own fortune from splinters and sweat, though I suspect he hammered a few feelings flat along the way.
Funny thing about blacksmiths—they're so good at mending what's broken, yet never their own hearts. Careful now, Changbin. Sparks have a habit of flying towards the wrong flame.
𓆩 FELIX OF SERATHEN 𓆪
Felix. Born under a comet, say the ladies. Carved from moonlight, say the scholars. Let them quarrel—he wears both stories well.
He laughs easily, moves as though the future were a play he's already watched. Be kind to him, if you can. Stars have a cruel habit of knowing how the tale ends.
𓆩 HAN JIWON & JIHEON OF VEYTHAR 𓆪
The twins of Veythar—Jiwon and Jiheon. Two halves of a broken coin, always flipping, never landing heads. Handsome devils with the brains of a hyena and the manners of one too.
Rumor has it they've been busy lately—scheming, setting little traps lined with honey and knives. But every game has its reckoning, and when the wheel turns, well... even the finest cloth burns just as bright as rags.
Now, now—don't pity them. After all, it's not betrayal if you were never loyal to begin with.
More pieces are coming to the board soon (Enhypen? XLOV? maybe even Itzy?), drifting in right before the story decides to breathe them into existence. And no, you didn’t hear it from me.
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