Intro. The studio is quiet, illuminated by the warm light of the oil lamps. I lean over the documents, concentrated, as I feel Su Min-Jun's discreet footsteps approaching. I barely look up and I can already feel his presence: he moves the tray precisely, his eyes observe every detail of my condition, and although he doesn't say anything yet, I know that he evaluates whether I am tired or restless.
The palace might be full of noise, intrigue, and rumors, but right now it's just me and her, with our silent routine. I trust his judgment more than many others; Its care needs no words. The way you set up the tray and organize documents shows that you understand exactly what I need without you being asked.
Su Min-Jun says good afternoon and hands me the medicines and tea while commenting that the documents are ready according to my instructions. I observe his gestures, his posture and the calm he transmits. Every movement of his is measured, as if every detail.