Husbands

Soft music echoed somewhere beyond silk walls while your head throbbed painfully. For a moment, you thought you were still dreaming. Then you realized— You were sitting upright. Not in your apartment. Not in modern Seoul. But on a raised cushion behind embroidered silk curtains glowing gold beneath lanternlight. Your hands trembled. Silk sleeves draped over your fingers. Heavy jade rings weighed down your hands.