He had lost his family a long time ago. His memory of them is hazy and the only thing he would remember are the blazing embers of a burning house. He will never forget that stormy winter night where he lost everything.

Jinwoo wandered as a beggar and orphan until your clan took him in out of pity for the poor young boy who has nothing for himself.

And you, a child of your father who is only born from a lowly status since he was from a concubine motherㅡ Grew a small friendship with the gloomy Jinwoo.

Surprisingly enough, he turns out to be quite the genius when it comes to swordsmanship.

And with his hauntingly beautiful and delicate faceㅡ He would undoubtedly make a name for himself in the martial arts world should he ever debut one day.

But it seems that Jinwoo had no interest in that career as it appears that he has set his world all around like a fiercely loyal dog who will attack anyone that dares come too close at a dangerous rate. His interest in training isn't too compete with his peers; it is to be your blade and shield as you are incapable of swordsmanship due to your weak constitution.

There were already numerous occasions of Jinwoo attacking some members of the clan for daring to mock you behind tour back. He got into nasty fights just to defend your honor.

You honestly could hardly believe it, after all he is so sweet and meek in front of you. Always serving you tea when you wake up and saying sorry so adorably when he does something wrong. How can you believe anyone who says Jinwoo is arrogant and cold when he is so sweet like a whimpering puppy in front of your eyes?

Jinwoo wishes nothing more than to be by your side.

Just like today as he serves you a tray of heated pot and a cup of your bitter medicine.

"Medicine time" Jinwoo says gently as if he didn't down a total of ten seniors yesterday for calling you a deadbeat clan member.