-- She wasn’t expecting his name to come from her servant’s
   mouth. She’s entertaining Jung when it happens, watching him practice
   his calligraphy. He holds the pen awkwardly, and his strokes
   are messy, but it still makes her happy to see him
   write.
   A servant girl clears her throat and fidgets nervously.
   Yoo wrinkles her nose at the interruption, but goes to
   see what she needs nonetheless. She places a gentle hand
   on Jung’s shoulder, assuring him that she’ll be be back before
   following the girl to a different room.
  “ What is it? “
  “ Your Highness, the Fourth Prince would look an audience with you. “
    She pauses, a bit shocked to hear his name or that he wanted
    to see her. Something stirs in her, and she wasn’t quite sure
    if it was rage or guilt. Shortly after Jung was born, her mistakes began
    to eat at her. He looked so much like his brother, it only served as
    a reminder of the son she cast away. She attempted to petition Taejo
    to bring him back, but it fell on deaf ears.
    Perhaps now she would get the chance to try and correct things.
  “ Bring him in. “