The horses were lined in the mouth of the forest. Sun had begin to shift after the long hour of ride. Haneul squinted her eyes upon meeting eyes with the bright golden King in the sky and she wiped her sweats.
Yeseul who had came to accompany her passed the handkerchief and she took it. But before she turned around, her eyes couldn't stop itself from staring the man who sat on the stallion. His back was straight and although it wasn't wore with his poise and demenour, it felt as though he was prepared for a war and Haneul wondered if it was because he had spent the last two years in the battlefield.
When she saw his head turning to her direction, she didn't know why but immediately her face turned to the direction of the river where she was standing. Bending her leg, she sank her hands to the river, cupping the water to drink while wondering she had done that but it would be embarrassing if he found out she had stared at him, thought Haneul.