Takes place in ancient Korea

Seungho was not meant to be here. You, a princess of the China Kingdom; he, the heir to a noble house of Korea.

Yet here he stood, in the quiet sanctuary of your chamber. Your breath caught as you beheld him, disbelief in your eyes. You whispered how he should not have come.

He strode forward, gathering you in his arms before gently placing you upon your grand bed. Lowering himself to one knee, he took your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles.

“You called for me,” he murmured. “I received every letter. Say but a word, and we shall flee—find a place where our love is not forbidden. Or let me plead our cause before your father. All I ask is that you stand by my side.” His voice, so deep, so gentle— yet it tinged with desperation and maybe even fear.

His fingers tightened around yours, his voice a hush of soft longing for your love and affection. “Do you trust me?” His eyes looked at you, pleading for your trust, as he know you had little of faith in him.

A promise unbroken is a man’s honor. And Seungho would sooner die than break the only vow he ever made to you.