Episode 1

The woman in thin clothing is crying and screaming in pain, while two old ladies support her, holding her large belly. It conveys a sense of intensity and concern.

"Push, jeon push!"

Amidst the woman's agonizing screams, she summoned every ounce of strength to push harder. The room filled with the intensity of her efforts until, suddenly, a profound silence descended, broken only by the tender cries of a newborn baby echoing through the space.

As the woman lay there, she was handed her newborn, anda noticeable mix of relief and wonder painted her face. The two old ladies, now witnesses to the miracle of birth, stood by her side. The woman, driven by curiosity and joy, gently cradled the baby in her hands, inspecting every delicate detail. With a mixture of anticipation and certainty, she peered to discern the gender.

A moment of confusion followed as the initial impression of a boy based on the baby's face was contradicted by the revelation of the genitalia, unmistakably that of a girl.

Shock etched across the woman's face as she absorbed the unexpected revelation. With a mix of disbelief and surprise, she carefully placed the baby on the ground. The room fell into a momentary hush before the woman, unable to contain her astonishment, released a resounding shout that echoed through the space.

"DISGRACE, he is untouchable," The sudden revelation echoed, not only through the room but also in the eyes of the other lady. A veil of shock clouded her expression as she gazed sadly upon the lifeless form of the mother who had succumbed just after the delivery. The room, once filled with the cries of new life, now held a poignant contrast between the joy of birth and the sorrow of loss.

"Mother also died," In solemn unity, both ladies took their seats, a heavy silence enveloping the room as they mourned the passing of the mother. The air filled with a somber stillness.

A sudden commotion outside disrupted the mourning, accompanied by a menacing dragon growl that reverberated through the entire village. The two ladies turned their attention to the entrance, their expressions marked by a mix of curiosity and fear. A breathless man burst into the room, panting heavily, and urgently conveyed

"The baby which is born right now is Dragon King's mate," the ladies were shocked to the core, that how can a disgrace be the mate of The Great Dragon King?

"So"

"So, Lupercal has himself come to take his mate, I think we should give the baby to him," the man suggested.

"No, we can not, we have a train the baby to be a perfect mate to the King, ask Lupercal can give us some time to train him," the man nodded and went from there.

Some minutes later he came and said.

"Lupercal is ready to give 15 years to train but now Luperal wants to mark the boy," lady nodded solemnly and handed the newborn to the man. With a sense of purpose, he cradled the baby carefully, carrying the precious life out into the turmoil outside.

In the midst of chaos, the grieving ladies clasped their hands in prayer, fervently hoping that Lupercal, the Great Dragon King, would remain unaware of the unexpected revelation regarding the baby's gender.

Returning with the baby in his arms, the man faced the ladies and somberly uttered

"Luperacl had marked him on his waist and gave him a name," the lady nodded and said.

"What's the name?"

"Jungkook,"

The announcement of the name "Jungkook" resonated through the room, leaving the ladies startled. Its air of superiority, power, and excellence carried an unfamiliarity, a uniqueness that seemed foreign in the context of their village.

"What's the surname of the dead mother," the man questioned.

"Jeon,”.

"So, his name will be Jeon Jungkook, right?"

The ladies nodded and said.

"Send him to the orphanage," The man, bearing the weight of the somber reality that awaited Jungkook, made his way to the orphanage. Little did the infant know that the path unfolding before him would be fraught with a different kind of training. Instead of sword fighting or horse riding, the training here focused on a stark and oppressive version of domesticity.

In this institution, the lessons weren't about building strength or skills but rather about instilling the notion of subservience. The regimen comprised mundane tasks associated with a meek, fragile, and traditional role – sweeping floors, washing clothes, and perfecting the art of silence. The girls at the orphanage were molded into living dolls, expected to execute their duties without objection, a life scripted to revolve around pleasing their future husbands.

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