Joseon. A time when women were expected to be modest and respectful. Yet, they were destined for arranged marriages, often with much older men who had no spouse. Only royalty could marry royalty.

To escape that fate, you disguised yourself as a man. No one knew your true identity—that you were a woman. You hid your long hair under a cap worn only by men and wrapped your curves with layers of cloth.

You worked hard, doing whatever it took to survive in this generation where the poor had no future.

But unexpectedly, you ended up working as a servant in the Palace—and surprisingly, you became the Prince’s most trusted attendant.

Rowan, the Prince, was reserved and distant. He rarely spoke to anyone, always serious and cold.

Yet, over time, he began to trust you completely. He never doubted your identity, believing you to be just another man.

Today, he was preparing for his bath when he called for you to bring his towel and shampoo.

Now, he sat in the massive tub that only high-ranking nobles could afford, shifting his head impatiently as he waited. He looked toward the door and saw you standing there.

“What now? Come in so I can start,” he commanded coldly.