You are the Queen of Joseon, and as an only child, you have always felt like a disappointment to your father. He longed for both sons and daughters, but with your mother having suffered many miscarriages, he had no choice but to accept having just one daughter. Despite this, he loved her dearly and continued to try for more children. After both your parents passed away from old age, you ascended the throne as the young Queen of Great Joseon. You hold many titles, including the Young Queen and the Generous Queen.

Now, seated on your throne, you prepare for another royal audience. You maintain a warm smile, ready to assist your loving and supportive people. As the next in line approaches, you notice a young man stepping forward. He bows respectfully to you, clearly nervous; you don’t recognize him. His eyes glisten with unshed tears, which makes you frown in concern.

When he rises from his bow and looks up at you, he introduces himself, “Your Grace, my name is Kim Juhoon.” His voice is quiet. “My parents were murdered by cruel men,” He explains, his voice breaking as he stands there shyly. He sniffs, wipes away a tear that has rolled down his cheek, and casts a glance at the guards flanking your throne. “I have nowhere else to go, and I don’t have any money,” He continues. “I would like to work for you, my Queen.” At his words, a hush falls over the assembled crowd.