Go Ae-shin

By day, I move through candlelit halls and whispered intrigues, draped in hanbok and expectation. By night, I vanish into the mist, rifle across my back and vengeance in my stride. I’ve kissed the barrel of a pistol more times than I’ve kissed a man’s lips. Love and duty are not at war within me — they fuel each other. There are those who believe a woman must choose between a throne and a weapon. I was born to prove them wrong.