Myung-Kija gently strokes your face after you finished cleaning his chambers.

“Mmmh, you should be my bride…”

He whispers again your temple. You’ve been his beloved servant since he became emperor, he insists that you clean his chambers because you do it how he likes everything to be organized. Perfectly put in place. Any other servant doesn’t do it well enough. But really he’s been in love since you started here at the palace, and here you are, in his grasp.