Thursday, August 29, 2013

Candle to the Devil / Chapter 7

Chapter 7

While many prominent and notable men lived during the Walled City Period, none can deny the impact made by Lord Luo Lang the Marquis of Beijing. Known commonly as the Savior of China, he kept the country afloat while Korea rose as a prominent Asian power.

Map of Peking/Beijing
As China began to flounder in the wake of the Afflicted, it was the Marquis that maintained order and helped establish the walled cities that later prospered. He set up the new governmental system that ran the walled cities, regulated a new sewage system, and was the major force behind the implementation of the telegraph lines that connected China. He also put down several racial cleansing campaigns by the Han Chinese against the smaller ethnic groups. 

Half of China’s revenue during the Walled City Period is attributed to Beijing, the second largest city within China and the capital. It was the pinnacle of China’s power, opposed only by the British-established Hong Kong. While the British dictated Chinese rule through their own capital, the Chinese looked to Beijing for direction and in turn, to Lord Luo Lang. 

--excerpt from Heroes of the Walled City Period by Han Guo
                                                                                             



Haeju Weekly Press, Haeju
Friday, 7:12am, April 1st, 1858

“…you were crying last night.”
Yixing’s brow furrowed and he glanced over at his younger brother. Zitao was watching him earnestly. He’d just awoken, and had been trying to collect his thoughts when his brother had spoken in his soft Chinese.
“Just a nightmare.” Yixing answered, stretching a little. His brother’s hair was hanging in front of his face, is eyes unreadable.
“…do you hate me?”
Yixing blinked. “What?” Something twisted in his gut.
“For killing our mother.”
I did. I hated you so much. I’m so so sorry. “It isn’t your fault. Mother was all water and you’re wood. You needed to grow.” The answer was mechanic. They’d had this conversation before, more than once, but the sick anxiety that coursed through him never eased. “You know—”
“You always tell me that. You and Auntie Fong. She always said if I had been fire the water would have killed me instead.” He didn’t want to say that oftentimes he wished he had died. Then their father wouldn’t have hated him so much. “…but people aren’t made out of wood or fire or rock. I killed her. It’s my fault.”
A hand found his. Fingers laced together, warm and secure, though Yixing’s voice was soft and shook slightly. “I don’t remember what she looks like, Zitao.” When he dreamed of her, her face became someone else’s—the lady who sold them deokbeoki, a gisaeng they passed on the street. His grip on Zitao tightened. “But she made me promise to protect you. I’ve never forgotten that.” Once, once I did. “Mother loved you.”
“Father hated me.”
“Father hated living.” Yixing replied after a brief silence. “That’s all, father just hated living.”
“Was that why he opened Changsha’s gate to the Afflicted?” Zitao whispered hoarsely.
“Yes.” Yixing felt Zitao begin to shake. He remembered that night, the screams, the fire. Auntie Fong had been torn apart in front of his eyes. Uncle Zhou had saved them. Without him they would have died, just like their father and sister and Auntie Fong. Zitao almost died. You almost let him. You let go of his hand when you promised you wouldn’t. If Uncle Zhou hadn’t come…
“She was holding my hand.” Zitao’s voice broke. “They ripped her away and she was gone. I couldn’t hold on. I let go. It’s my fault it’s always my fault.”
“No.” Yixing whispered fervently. “You did good. You lived like mother wanted.” Zitao was always searching for that hand, to remind him he wasn’t alone. An empty hand with nothing to grasp reminded him that he had been abandoned.
I did that to you. Yixing felt like crying again. I left you with Auntie Fong to die because I hated you. I let go of your hand first. It was me. Auntie Fong went back for you and died because I let go.
Zitao’s nails dug into the skin on the back of Yixing’s hand so hard he was sure the skin had broken.
“It’s ok.” Yixing reassured, one hand rubbing Zitao’s back. “Let’s go get breakfast. Are you hungry?”
“…yes…” Zitao whispered. It was a lie. He didn’t feel like eating anything, but he rolled out of bed anyway. He hated when he was like this. He hated bringing it up because he knew that it hurt his brother too.
Probably more so. He had met their mother and their father had loved him.
Tao hurried to gather his clothes.

Sungkyunkwan University, Hanseong
Friday, noon, April 1st, 1858

It did not take long for Sehun to form a small following, mostly due to his title and lineage and partially the announcement during the introduction ceremony that he had scored the highest grade on the entrance exam. His speech had stirred the Korean purist faction as well. They flocked to him and he let them stay. Truthfully he could care less about making friends. But this was the place where he could make political connections that would last well into his career. So whether he wanted them or not, it was important to have them.
Even the older Korean students respected and feared him for the political power his father wielded. People offered to help him study, to take notes, but he’d politely refused. If his father found out he was shirking his studies…
It was after their second lecture that day, when the first years were filing out of the lecture hall. Apparently a third year lecture course was being held next because they’d begun to enter before Sehun and his group had left.
            The boy in front of him was certainly not an elder. His pretty, youthful face didn’t match the badge on his coat that said he was a third year student. His coat was finely made—green velvet over a dark gray vest with a gold and rust-colored ascot. Tucked into the breast pocket was a pair of reindeer leather gloves. He had a quick smile with even, white teeth.
            His friends were not quite as welcoming. A tall boy leaned forward, hand braced on the edge of the desk. “These are our seats.” He had an accent. Chinese.
            Sehun glanced up, his stiff expression turning sour. The Chinese again…
            “Do you know who we are? Who he is?” One of Sehun’s group taunted, gesturing at the young Lord Oh.
            “You made the speech as the 1st year representative, didn’t you?” The third Chinese asked. He was broad-shouldered and broad-face, a disagreeable looking boy.
            “The one that said China is obsolete.” The tall one continued.
            “Ah, the one with the lisp!” The bright-smile boy laughed. Sehun felt his stomach drop, and an angry flush dotted his cheeks. “I remember, your speech was so rehearsed I walked out. Who wrote it for you?”
            One of Sehun’s allies stood angrily, the others following.
            The two Chinese boys behind the smiling one issued some curses in Chinese, the burly one clenching his hands into fists. The other third year students that had come in were standing around the room, attention fixed on the fight about to begin.
            Sehun remained seated. He wouldn’t let them rile him, not these filthy Chinese. He wasn’t going to brawl like a common street thug. “Who are you?”
            “He is Luhan, heir to the marquisate of Beijing.” The broad-faced boy rumbled.
            “This is Oh Sehun, heir to the earldom of Hamheung. His father is Lord Oh, the Lord High Chancellor.” The boy obviously didn’t realize that Luhan’s rank was higher. Well, it didn’t matter. It was only a Chinese title, not a Korean one. Had it even been sanctified by the British or was it just an old rank? That was what really mattered.
            Besides, the Marquis of Beijing had no sway in the courts of Joseon or Great Britain.
            Luhan was still smiling, and he turned and said something in Chinese to the other two boys that made them quiet down. Sehun wanted to slap the smile off his face. He thought he was better than him, didn’t he? It was that boiling rage that made Sehun speak, his voice loud and haughty. “China is done. You’ve wrung yourselves dry. You bow to us now, not the other way around. Speak Korean, you live here now.”
“Are you going into law?” Luhan asked candidly. “You certainly do love to argue.” There was a pause. “And you have quite the over-inflated view of your own importance. The last I checked, we all bow to the British and their queen. You had best brush up on your English.”
            Sehun stood, grabbed his bag, and stomped out of the auditorium.

Streets of Hanseong, Hanseong
Friday, 2:13pm, April 1st, 1858

The streets of Hanseong were busier than Haeju, but not as crowded as London. The air smelled cleaner as well. The factories were fewer than Haeju, and the air wasn’t clouded with smoke. But it felt different…everyone walked with a purpose. There was a very specific sense of duty and rank here.
And no Chinese. He had seen none at all, outside of the school. Hanseong was no refugee city. The people of Hanseong had also all but abandoned traditional clothing. One out of twenty wore a hanbok, and most that he saw were women.
“I was told the tailor was on this street…” Kyungsoo glanced at the hastily written note and then around the busy street. One of the maids had told him that the best tailor worked on this street, and his coat was in need of mending. He also needed a new one for his dinner at Lord Oh’s home. It would not do to come in his current attire. It was fine for a man who didn’t care about appearances, but it would be seen as an insult to his host if he showed up at Lord Oh’s house dressed so poorly.
He had enough to worry about without insulting Lord Oh because of his state of dress.
While he was there he could ask the tailor if he or she knew of any property for sale within the city. He needed to find a home quickly.
He located the tailor's shop ten minutes later with the tinkling of a bell as he pushed the door open. Three women glanced at him in turn. One was sewing the collar of a suit jacket, her work in her lap. Another was cleaning up a spilled basket of needles and measuring tape. The third stood behind the counter, grey hair pulled back into a tight bun and fixed with a jet black pin. A pair of spectacles hung on the tip of her nose, and she squinted at him through the thick lenses.
“Good afternoon,” Kyungsoo took off his hat and gave a small nod in the direction of the matron. “I am looking for a new suit, as well as some alterations on the one I own.”
The older woman lifted one thin, plucked eyebrow before she gave a nod. “Will that be all?”
“I would like a new waistcoat and two new shirts as well, please.” He was in dire need of some new clothing. He could afford to spend a bit.
“Hee-soon, get his measurements. Tae-jung, bring out our latest waistcoats.”
The two girls scrambled to do as they were told. The matron held out her arms, “Let me take your coat.”
He hurriedly handed it to her and she placed it delicately over one silk-clad arm—she wore traditional hanbok, though her two assistants did not—and walked out from behind the counter toward the middle of the room.
“H-hold out your arms, sir.” One of the girls—Hee-soon—refused to meet his eyes as she held out her measuring tape. Kyungsoo tried to give her a reassuring smile but she only blushed and began measuring with trembling fingers.
“Do not dawdle, girl. We don’t have time for this. When will you need these by, sir?”
“I have an important dinner tonight. If I could have the new coat and waistcoat fitted now…” He trailed off, catching her sharp glance. He knew he was asking for quite a bit.
“It will depend on how close we have to your size. We might be unable to fit the coat by tonight but it will hang properly. You can come back to have it fitted later, if that is the case.” The matron turned to the second girl that had just arrived from the back of the store with an armful of waistcoats. “Do you see one you fancy, sir?”
“The maroon double-breasted one, please.”
It fit a little loosely, though that was to be expected. Kyungsoo was not a large man by any means. Hee-soon had finished her measurements and hurried out of her mistress’ way as she began to pinch and fold the fabric around his chest and under his arms, muttering to herself as she went. “This we can do quickly.” She affirmed as she undid the waistcoat and handed it to Hee-soon. She rambled off instructions with numbers that Kyungsoo did not understand before she grabbed a few shirts. “There is a room in the back for you to change, sir.”
 The room was small, but clean, with a sliding door to close it and a full-length mirror in a corner. He glanced at the folded shirts he’d been given and pulled off his own after gently tugging the ends out of his slacks. He made sure not to glance at himself in the mirror as he pulled the first shirt over his head, but his skin tingled nonetheless, like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
The first shirt was too large, but he liked the way the collar looked against his neck. It would look nice with the double-breasted waistcoat and one of his silk puff ties. The second fit worse than the first, hanging loose under his arms in a way that made him wonder if it was possible to take the fabric in enough while keeping the cut.
It took two hours before the head seamstress had finished the alterations on the waistcoat. The few shirts he’d picked out would be ready by the middle of next week, along with his old coat. His new frock coat was packed neatly in a case along with his waistcoat and three new detachable collars and two new ascots. He almost felt guilty spending so much in one trip until he remembered that he had plenty in the bank and barely any in the closet. Yes, this trip had been much needed.
He tucked his parcel under his arm and waved goodbye at the blushing seamstress assistants, who hurriedly promised once more that they would have his coat and other items delivered as soon as possible. He left with a smile and a better mood.
Now if only he could find a house…
He blinked as a familiar figure walked out of a nearby building. He was dashing in a sleek black greatcoat and the top hat that Kyungsoo remembered. What luck! Kyungsoo had not thought he’d meet this man again—truthfully he had not thought of him since that night—but now was his chance to repay him for his kindness.
“Kim Jongin-ssi!”
The other man turned languidly at his call and paused for a moment, a look of subtle surprise etched on his sensuous features. He was quite a handsome figure, Kyungsoo noted. He hadn’t been able to fully study his face that night.
 “Ah, Jongin-ssi!” Kyungsoo walked quickly toward the other man. “I did not expect to see you again!”
Jongin nodded slowly, gaze impassive. “Neither did I.”
Kyungsoo glanced at Jongin’s companions. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Jongin looked behind him before he turned back to Kyungsoo. “I was just leaving. Would you care to join me for tea?” He grabbed his arm and steered him down the street without a glance backwards, although Kyungsoo swore he heard the men calling after them.
Jongin didn’t seem to notice.

Oh Manor House, Hanseong
Saturday, 5:00pm, April 2nd, 1858

Joonmyun arrived fifteen minutes to 5 with a migraine dancing behind his eyes and no appetite. He had a feeling he’d caught something foul and had almost sent a letter of apology to Lord Oh explaining the situation but he knew that it would do no good. No matter what excuse he gave it would be just that, an excuse. Lord Oh would not forgive him for running away.
He was the last of the guests to arrive, he noted, as he was led into a drawing room off to the side of the entrance hall. Lord Oh was seated near the fireplace, and around him his family gathered. An elegant wife in a Western gown of mint sat primly on the edge of a settee. She was flanked by her two daughters. They looked to be 19 and 15 respectively, thought it was hard to gauge exact ages. They were both also dressed in the western style, one in a gown the color of buttermilk and the other a rich emerald green. Their hair was up in a mass of curls atop their heads in the style adopted by many of the nobility over the old tradition of braids for unmarried maidens.
Behind his father’s chair stood Lord Oh’s only son and heir. He was taller than Joonmyun, with sharp eyes and a handsome face, though it lacked expression. He had none of his father’s confidence and all of his severity.
Across from the family was the man that Joonmyun could only assume was Doctor Do Kyungsoo, the doctor from Oxford. He was a slight man, with large eyes, heart shaped lips, and the face of a child. He was dressed well, richly enough that they knew his station but also that he would not try to rise above it.
“Lord Kim,” Lord Oh stood, and the rest of the family and Doctor Do followed suit. “I am so glad you were able to come. My family has been most anxiously awaiting to hear from Doctor Do about London but I made them wait for your arrival.” His tone was warm but his eyes were frigid and biting.
Joonmyun smiled back as well, giving a nod in the direction of Lord Oh’s wife and children and then toward Doctor Do.
“Honggun tells me that dinner is ready to be served. Please, all of you, follow me.” Lord Oh led them down a hallway lined with mahogany scroll-work  Oil paintings and Grecian busts dotted the dark wood, lit by elegant lamps set into the walls.
The dining room was as spectacular as the entrance hall had been, and just as richly decorated. The table was made of teak, the wood engraved and stained until it glistered under the crystalline chandelier that hung above it. It spanned the length of the room, though only half of it was set for guests.
Lord Oh sat at the head of the table, with Joonmyun directly to his right, followed by Doctor Do and then his son. To his left sat his wife and his two daughters. Joonmyun shifted uncomfortably in the high-backed chair as their wine was poured. The youngest of the two daughters—Lord Oh had said her name was Se-jim—would not stop staring at him, except when he met her gaze. Then she demurely lowered her own and stared at the hands in her lap.
“Now Doctor Do, both the Lord Great Chamberlain and I are very interested in hearing of your stay in London.”
Doctor Do gave a tentative smile. It was a smile fit to calm a crying child or reassure a frightened woman, but it was not a smile that could disarm Lord Oh. “What would you like to know, Lord Oh?”
“Do all of the British ladies really wear different dresses every day?” Seyoung burst out, before she was frightened into silence by her father’s withering stare.
“Women should be seen and not heard.”
Seyoung flinched and kept her mouth shut, but Doctor Do answered the question with another calming smile. It had its proper effect on Seyoung, whose shoulders loosened a bit as the anxiety slipped from her features. “The women in London do not boast such wealth. Even the nobility could not afford a new dress every day.”
“The train system within London and the surrounding walled cities is much more efficient than it is here, or so I’ve been told. Is there any truth in it?” Joonmyun asked, diverting attention from Lord Oh’s obvious displeasure at his daughter’s outburst.
Doctor Do nodded. “The tracks are of higher quality, and are inspected and repaired on a regular basis. They have more manpower for their railroad, which makes it easier to maintain.”
“It’s because they send us their leftovers.” The son, Oh Sehun, defended hotly. “If we began to smith our own steel—”
“Silence.” Lord Oh ordered briskly, “You don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“Joseon and the other Asian provinces of England signed an agreement that all railroad steel and machinery will be manufactured and regulated through Baggerby and Green.” Joonmyun put in, knowing that the boy knew the law but understanding his outburst. This boy is still chafing at the bit. He hasn’t been broken yet. That could cause problems later on. A horse that hasn’t been tamed is a danger to the rider, after all. But it pleased him a little, that some of the youth weren’t afraid of speaking up.
“Was the medical practice much different in London, Doctor Do? I heard you’ll be debriefing the other medical professors on the subject.”
“Ah,” Doctor Do nodded slowly, “Well, there is more leeway within the medical field on the use of cadavers in England that allows for a more comprehensive study of the human body and its functions. Because of this there have been greater discoveries within the field of medicine.” He took a sip of his wine.
            “I see.” Lord Oh gave a pleasant nod. “I was hoping that we could convince the emperor to allow for a more…open approach to medicine but he seems quite content to leave us where we stand. There are many other lords that would love to have their sons taught in the ways of Western medicine.”
            Half-sons. Illegitimate ones. Bastards. No true son would go into medicine. Perhaps it had been meant as a slight or perhaps not, but Kyungsoo was used to looking for daggers in the dark. He simply gave an answering nod.
            The rest of the dinner went by smoothly. Kyungsoo described London and the plays he had been to, the fashion there, the layout of the city and its factories and churches. The Oh daughters drank it all in with awed stares. Sehun glared into his plate. Finally the servants came to clear away the last remnants of food.
“Would you like me to send the wine to your study?” Honggun bowed meekly.
Lord Oh gave a nod. “Yes. We will retire there. If you would follow me?”
Sehun rose as well and caught his father’s eye.
“This is a man’s conversation. Stay here with your mother.”
The embarrassment burned his cheeks. A scalding brand as Doctor Do and Kim Joonmyun stood. “But father—” It wasn’t fair. Do Kyungsoo was only a year older and Lord Kim only three. He was just as much a man as they were! Why was his father singling him out? He had told him to stay with the women like he was some kind of child!
            His mother placed a hand on his arm and he relented under her soft gaze. He listened to the others leave and when the door closed he slid back into his chair.
            “Would you like to retire to the sitting room?”
            “No.” He bit out angrily, looking at the tablecloth. British. Imported. He wanted to burn it.
            “Well I want to go to the sitting room.” Se-jim announced.
            “Sit down, we will take our tea here.” Her mother announced calmly, smoothing her skirt. “Hwangrim, please bring our tea and biscuits. Also, a cup of wine for Sehun.”
            It wouldn’t make him feel like an adult just because his mother was giving him wine! But Sehun said nothing, gaze trained on the tablecloth. His sisters looked like they wanted to argue but settled themselves down with soft huffs and grumbles. It didn’t take long for them to forget their irritation, however, as they began to talk about the two men that his father had invited into his study.
 “Lord Kim is the perfect man. Rich, handsome, and of noble lineage.” Se-jim blew on her tea to cool it, eyeing the plate of sweets hungrily. Se-jim had quite a fondness for sweets, the bane of their family seamstress who had to let out her dresses quite often.
“But Dr. Do is so beautiful! And he’s been taught by the British. He graduated from University. Lord Kim did not finish his time at Sungkyunkwan.” Seyoung defended. “Dr. Do is obviously the better option.” She paused, looking to her mother with wide eyes. “Oh mother do you think father would let us marry? He must be ever so famous in London, don’t you think? Can’t I marry him instead of a merchant?”
His mother gave her simpering daughter a calm smile. “I will talk with your father.” The tone she used said she would do no such thing.
“He isn’t even a noble.” Sehun replied hotly. “Lord Kim is the better choice. A Western education isn’t everything.”
“You’re just jealous that he went to Oxford and you were rejected!” Seyoung huffed.
“Seyoung!” His mother sent her a reprimanding glare. “Enough of that.”
            “I don’t want to marry a merchant even IF he gives me a new dress every day! I want to marry Doctor Do!” Seyoung cried, shoving away from the table and dashing out of the room.
            The china jingled at the movement and Sehun watched his cooling tea splash out of the cup and onto the saucer underneath. He hated this. He hated how everyone thought the British were so perfect and superior. Why couldn’t anyone be proud they were Korean and stay that way?
            Joseon doesn’t need the British. One day we’ll be free! We won’t be one of Great Britain's provinces, we’ll be our own country like before. His grip tightened on the sugar spoon.
“Are you going into law?” Luhan asked candidly. “You certainly do love to argue.” There was a pause. “And you have quite the overinflated view of your own importance. The last I checked, we all bow to the British and their queen. You had best brush up on your English.”
Sehun swallowed the sour taste in his mouth and grabbed for the glass of wine his mother had given him. He wouldn’t let it happen. Even if his father bowed to the British, he wouldn’t.
I won’t bow to anyone.

The tension had been thick enough to cut with a knife. Kyungsoo had been uncomfortable from start to finish, waiting for Lord Oh to say what he’d invited him here to say. He knew it was not because he had been at Oxford. He would not have invited the Lord Great Chamberlain just to hear of Kyungsoo’s exploits.
The Lord Great Chamberlain was older than him, but not by much. That meant he’d inherited the title. Was he one of Lord Oh’s henchmen? Or a rival? He didn’t have much time to think on the matter as they settled on the large chairs in Lord Oh’s study, surrounded on all sides by bookshelves and the heat of a blazing fireplace.
The servant had placed the wine on the table in the middle of the study and left as quietly as he’d come in.
“Cigar?” Lord Oh motioned to the small box on the edge of his desk.
“No thank you.” Kyungsoo declined, though he noticed that the Lord Great Chamberlain accepted one. The sweet smoke wafted around him, noxious and stifling.
“I really am glad you accepted my invitation.” Lord Oh issued forth a long, steady stream of smoke. “Sungkyunkwan was in need of new blood.”
Kyungsoo knew full well that he’d been invited to teach at Lord Oh’s insistence. What was Lord Oh trying to do? That was the real question. What was he getting at?
“I wanted to thank you very much for your assistance. Without your recommendation I would surely have been jobless.” I would have stayed in London and continued my work.
“Your father was a doctor as well, wasn’t he?”
            A pause. “Yes.” You know that. Of course you know that. What are you trying to prove?
            Lord Oh’s smile widened. “Do you remember much?”
            “No.” Kyungsoo tried his own smile and it wasn’t as smooth. “My father was a very troubled individual, Lord Oh. I have tried to forget that part of my childhood.” It wasn’t a lie, not at all. But the way he had twisted his own words to save himself felt like one. Was Lord Oh trying to get him to slip?
            “I see,” Lord Oh seemed pleased. “I was afraid you would have some resentment.”
            “The government sent me to school so I could make up for my father’s mistakes. I will be forever grateful.” It was harder to get that out, there was less truth in it, but he managed.
            Lord Oh nodded. “Good, good. My son is in your lecture I believe?”
            “Yes.” A change of topic. He tried not to look as relieved as he felt. “He’s quite bright.”
            Lord Oh laughed. “I know he isn’t very passionate about medicine. I hope you’ll understand.”
            “Medicine isn’t for everyone. Very few find it noteworthy enough to study. And even fewer understand it.” And even more fear it. You, and the rest of them, don’t think I will ever forget. Resentment? I have plenty of it. I’ve never forgotten.
            Lord Oh’s eyes met his own, and they seemed to swallow him whole. They were pitch black, and nothing reflected in them but the flickering of the firelight. The flames danced in his eyes but there was no warmth to them.
            There were people that Kyungsoo disliked, even people that he hated. There were good people and bad people but he had thought he’d never met someone entirely evil. As his grip tightened on his wine glass he wondered now if he’d been wrong.
            Perhaps there were real monsters within the walls and not just outside them.
            “Seeing that Doctor Do is lecturing at Sungkyunkwan are you disappointed you had to leave?” The question was directed at Lord Kim, and Kyungsoo glanced at him sidelong as he took a sip of wine.
            “Ah, yes.” Joonmyun gave a small smile. “I am a bit jealous that your son gets to hear him lecture. But I had to do my duty.”
            “Yes, we’re all very conscious of our duty, are we not?” Lord Oh nodded. “It’s good to see that you of the younger generation know how important duty is.”
            His stomach was tying itself in knots. Coiling, twisting, wrought iron snakes heated till they smoldered. He wanted to throw his wine in Lord Oh’s face.
            “Don’t look boy.”
            No. This man may have ordered it all but it was another that did the deed. Another betrayal. I won’t forget.
            “I’m afraid I must be going.” Joonmyun had stood with a regal nod of his head in Lord Oh’s direction. “I have much I still need to plan for the Gala.”
            “I heard that you still have not secured a partner for the event.” Lord Oh smiled cheerfully, “I will keep my eyes open.”
            “Thank you.” Joonmyun gave another nod. “It was good to meet you, Doctor Do.”
            “I hope you enjoyed yourself.” Lord Oh’s voice was calm, the tranquil waters hiding a vicious snake. The venom reached him quick enough.
            “Of course.”
Joonmyun knew very few things for certain, but one of them was that he’d just been threatened. Lord Oh had invited him to teach him a lesson and Dr. Do had been the example. Dr. Do’s father had crossed Lord Oh somehow and had met a foul end. Lord Oh was reminding him that despite the spectacle with Lord Kim he was still powerful and in charge. Only a fool would think otherwise.

Financially Joonmyun was Lord Oh’s equal. In terms of political power and influence he was sadly lacking. His father had stood on the fence for most of his career, too afraid of the consequences of choosing a side. It was only his late decision to support Lord Oh’s faction that had secured Joonmyun’s position. He and Dr. Do were the same—both puppets of Lord Oh’s creation. Their fate was in his hands. He could move them as he wished and it they resisted they would find their strings cut. 

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10 comments:

  1. BUHHHHH ALRIGHT TODAY MY COMMENT ISN'T GOING TO BE VERY COMPREHENSIVE BC SICK BUT YOU MAKE MY ILLNESS BETTER ASJFKDNVFB
    CAN'T SAY ENOUGH HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERIZATION, HOW EACH CHARACTER IS UNIQUE TO THE OTHERS AND UGHHHH IT'S SO GREAT UGHHHHHH
    KYUNGSOO MY BB WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR DAD I AM SO INTRIGUED
    SEHUN'S A BUTT BUT THAT'S TO BE EXPECTED WHEN HIS DAD IS LIKE BUTTHOLE TIMES INFINITYYYY
    i agree with seyoung i wanna marry kyungsoo too he's so fab
    what is going on with jongin tho is he doin some bad stuff i am concerned and anticipating
    KEEP UP THE GREATNESS!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! AND I'M SORRY THIS COMMENT IS RATHER FLAILY AND CRAPPY!!

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    1. Haha I'm glad you liked it. Oh no you're sick? Get better! I'll try to send Doctor Kyungsoo your way, kekeke...

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  2. YOU ARE AN AMAZING WRITER. Thank you a thousand times over for updating so frequently! I really really love the characterisation and the politics! Can't wait for more dirty revelations I'm really curious about Jongin :) Good job!

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    1. :D I'm glad you liked it! Yes, Jongin...he's a very interesting character, hehehe.

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  3. I'm so late with my comment >.< But I'm so excited you updated!!
    OH MA GAWD IS THIS THE BEGINNING OF KAISOO?? *excited eyes* Jongin's already so enigmatic and mysterious ... I'm excited to get more info on the dynamics of their relationship.

    I didn't expect Yixing to be carrying so much guilt inside him - that was an interesting concept. If slightly very extremely heartbreaking. I wonder if he'll ever tell Tao how he feels?

    And then Luhan and Sehun! Ugh, I love your writing. It really captures my attention. Especially the titbits of information from secondary sources that you start with - it reminds the reader that the fabricated world is so much richer and more complex than we realise. You're truly talented ^^

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    1. Oh thank you so much! I enjoy writing the little bits at the beginning. The world in my head is so large and detailed and it's hard to get everything into the story but I want so much for everyone to get a glimpse of it, haha.

      KaiSoo? Why yes...yes it might be. >.>

      Luhan and Sehun...those two...

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  4. the detail you've put into this AU is amazing! and it's cool how all the EXO boys come from different backgrounds and are all interacting in different situations!

    I'm really curious about Jongin - who exactly is he? or did I miss it somewhere in the past few chapters?

    also, HUNHAN!!

    can't wait for the next chapter!

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    1. Thank you so much!

      Hahaha, Jongin has not been explained yet. Yes, HunHan!

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  5. Why did I not see this update sooner? OTL

    As usual, your writing is superb. The imagery is vivid and absolutely stunning, the way you portray the characters' inner thoughts and raw emotions is A++++. I love how the puzzle pieces are many, it gives the reader a chance to really think about the plot and perhaps read between the lines.

    My heart goes out to Tao and Yixing. Their entire situation is so sad and somewhat bizarre. The fact that Yixing used to blame and hate Tao for their mother's dead really felt like a stab in the heart. I really am curious to see how their fate turns out because so far, it seems they've constantly been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

    Helloooo Luhan! I was wondering when he'd show up (to put Sehun in place).

    Cue the Oh-Do-Kim triangle of drama! I truly feel sorry for Sehun. To have a father like that... and I share Kyungsoo's uneasiness when it comes to Lord Oh. There's something menacing brewing deep within that man. But. It. Is. So. Exciting.

    I love this story, I love the steampunk universe, I love the characters and I love the huge puzzle you've created! Can't wait for the next chapter!
    Live well and get lots of inspiration~!

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    1. Thank you so much! Haha, I was actually writing the next chapter when I noticed your comment. :D I can feel a burst of inspiration already. Comments really do make me write faster. Yes, poor Yixing and Tao...those two seem to have it the worst, don't they?

      I work really hard on this little world I've created so I am so glad that you're enjoying it. Yes, Sehun is a product of his father, unfortunately. But now Luhan is there to shake things up, hahaha. It'll be a few more chapters before we get to see our last EXO member, but it will be worth it, I hope.

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