"Ah I should not have said such a thing," He frowned at himself. Still, anytime he thinks of that worthless name, death is the only thing that follows in suit. Death and murder and corruption and power and blood. It's only natural for him as it is for rain to follow a dark sky. "But he might be a threat bigger than he presents himself. He must have done or said something to my mother to make him a part of all of this and to be in charge of the palace guards."
Kangdae shook his head. He would had Myung spy on Commander Song, but it seems that the fool had thought a step ahead and took away his two guards. Heavens only knows what happened to those two poor souls. Regardless, he will have to handle this situation somehow. There's too much smoke to be ignoring the fire.
His hand rested on the side of Jimin's head and began to slowly pat it. It went down to her side after she raised her head to show him the flower. The bleak feeling in his eyes were overtaken with joy as he laughed in fascination.
His eyes settled on the drawing of the horse. To be quite honest, he drew it late at night after returning to his chambers. He let his fingers softly hold the brush then next thing he knew there was a drawing of a horse then somehow in the midst of thinking about Jimin, he wrote the poem.
"Oh perfect!" He gleamed. "That gives me the opportunity to read it to you then. Do you want me to?"