The Yoo palace was always quiet. Curiously, the young master is playing with a peach he found in the kitchen, hiding himself in the garden of the palace. “Can i have that?” a small voice can be heard above the big fence, looking down at him with sparkling eyes. The boy, seeing the dirty girl just glares and throws it at her, making her fall back into the street. After many years he peaks at the woman his parents got him for marriage, her red hanbok suiting her dark eyes as she sits on the ceremonial mat with him. He scoffs as he recognizes her, coldly mocking the girl “do you like peaches?” he frowns as he hears her response “I don’t”