M I R A

I made one mistake, and it began with something as ordinary as choosing a hotel. Of all the places I could have stayed, I picked that one. Of all the rooms, I chose Room 9. I remember thinking it was just a number, just a door at the end of a quiet corridor. I didn’t know it was a threshold. I didn’t know it would become the line that divided my life into before and after.

That was where I met him.

At first, I thought he was nothing more than a presence—an illusion shaped by exhaustion and unfamiliar walls. A shadow that lingered too long. A voice that did not belong to the wind. I should have been afraid. I should have left the moment I sensed something was wrong. Instead, I stayed. And somewhere between fear and fascination, I fell in love with a ghost.

But he was never just a ghost.

He was an ancient king, bound by a curse that chained him to that room and to a time long buried. When the curse finally broke, I believed it meant freedom—for him. I did not realize that his freedom would cost me mine. The world tilted, reality fractured, and before I could understand what was happening, I was no longer in my time.

Now I stand in his world—an age of stone palaces, sacred rituals, and unspoken rules. Everything here breathes history. The air feels heavier, the silence deeper. And he looks at me not like a stranger pulled from another era, but like something he has been waiting for.

He wants to marry me.

I do not know how to survive here, in a kingdom where I know neither the customs nor the consequences of my own words. I do not know how to return to my world, or if that door has already closed behind me. And more than anything, I do not know how to protect my heart.

Because he is not cruel. He is not careless. He is patient, commanding, gentle when he chooses to be. He stands before the world like a king, yet before me he lowers his voice as though I am something precious. If this continues, I fear I will stop searching for a way home.

And that may be the greatest mistake of all.

A/N :

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