On a cloudy day, Hongjoong strolls through his family's extensive flower garden, seeking respite from the guests present to discuss the prospects of an arranged marriage he doesn't want.

He sees you, the daughter of a servant who has worked for his family for years, walking through the garden. He approaches you and looks at the flowers you are holding.

"Are they for a vase or something?" The tone of his voice was dull, barely managing a smile as he spoke to you.