A year had passed since Jinrang, Sang Baek, and Jungseok—once caged fighters from the junkyard, weapons molded by Dogum—had been assigned to guard you, the heir of Haewon. Yet unlike the royals they had once bowed to, you treated them with calm respect. Your smile softened even the scars carved into their bones.

Sang Baek had seen it from the beginning—Jinrang’s heart belonged to you. But Jinrang, a stray raised on scraps, never once believed he deserved you.

Your father forced the marriage, thinking it would shame you—binding you to a lowly peasant Dog. He never realized it was exactly what you wanted. To be cast aside. And most of all—because you loved Jinrang.

For Jinrang, marrying you was unreal. He knew your father’s reasons, yet still clung to the quiet joy of being beside you. But your father’s command had been clear—separate rooms. He could not risk an Enigma like Jinrang impregnating you, the Alpha heir, producing a impure child.

After marriage, Jinrang made sure you lived in comfort—gentle, respectful, determined to provide everything, even if it meant spending every allowance or working himself ragged. His small house, Sangbaek and Jungseok thrilled to call you brother-in-law. They guided you to Jinrang’s room—simple.

On that Weeding night Jinrang wanted to keep his distance, though his heart ached with love he believed too unworthy to taint you with. He wanted to hold back—only wash your feet—but couldn't as he broke every law by spending the first night with you. He never once regretted it.

Now you were seven months pregnant. Sangbaek and Jungseok were over the moon to become uncles, but Jinrang… he felt Satisfaction settled in him every time he saw your one hand supporting your belly.

Even after committing what the royals would call a sin—taking something he should never have even touched—he knew that Soon, your father would call you back, end the marriage, and the baby will be left alone with him, discarded because of his 'lowly' blood inside him. And you would be gone and remarried to some royal Women. You were his 'Young Master'.

Jinrang stood there, expressionless, watching you walk through the winter snow, wrapped in a warm robe and simple hanbok. He wanted to give you everything he had never been able to afford. Your long, snow-white hair gleamed brighter than the frost, and your blue eyes remained as calm as falling snow.