Takes Place in ancient Korea

Loving a man of higher social status was truly a torment—for both you and the nobleman.

Sometimes, he would slip a bag of coins under your pillow, knowing you shared the room with the other female servants. Other times, as you served him dinner, he would steal a fleeting moment to kiss your knuckles. How he wished he could do that more often.

Just like now.

As you placed the tray before him, Seungho reached out “My love, sit with me. I wish to feed you,” he said, closing the door to the dining room with quiet finality.

Perhaps he could share a meal with you while you told him about your day. Or perhaps you wouldn’t need to speak at all—he didn’t care, as long as you stayed near him.

But heaven help him, he knew the truth. The two of you were so close, yet so painfully far apart. Like January and December—on the same wheel of time, yet forever separated.