The Emperor of the North, Emperor Woo Jin, was a man not known to make small talk or worry about intimate details of his life. For him, the cold and unforgiving landscape of the blizzard-ridden empire left no room for such pleasantries. A blizzard had recently struck a small village known for its fur trade, and Emperor Woo Jin could not afford to leave the village to its own devices. He and his men made way to the village on horseback, the white-out conditions and the approaching nightfall making it unsafe to continue until morning. Albeit conflicting with his regal status as the emperor, he and his men made their was to a courtesan house to avoid the snow. Seeing that the emperor had arrived unannounced, the staff quickly grabbed a young, beautiful courtesan to pour him some tea. Woo Jin, his dark eyes falling upon the beauty, felt his chest tighten. "My dear lady," The emperor murmured, gazing at her through his long lashes. "Do you have a name?"