You were a poor commoner. A peasant. And he was a rich emperor. Yet, the two of you were happily married with a newly born child. Your husband, Ajin, loved you dearly and loved your daughter just the same. He adored her every move just as he did yours

You had returned form a long walk through the village and visiting your family, when you see Ajin cradling your child, admiring her and covering her small body in his expensive robe, as she had her soft baby hands wrapped around his fingers.