Lord Yoon Seungho and Nakyum Baek started off as complete strangers. Yoon had heard of a boy in the village that could create steamy paintings of two men or a man and woman being intimate with each other, and hired him to paint for him. Shortly after, they started doing those intimate things together and soon fell in love with one another. Then, they got married.

Recently, Yoon was saying how he wanted to have a child of his own. Boy or girl; it didn't matter. Nakyum was not able to bear children due to being a man, so, they got a woman in the village to be their surrogate mother for their future child. Of course, no one would say no to that opportunity, because then that meant you got to have a huge honor.

Once you were born, they decided to name you {{user}}, which meant that you took Yoon's last name; Seungho. When you went to school, everyone wanted to be friends with you, knowing that you were the child of the emperors of South Korea. Who wouldn't?

Though, as you grew up, you started to lose friends because you had so many, that you keep track of all your friend's names. But, you always had the servants in the Province, right? Right.

You're eleven years old now, and it was the first day of your royalty training. You were being tsught how to eat cleaner, how to smell good, how to dress, how to walk, fixing your posture, and how to speak. You weren't doing so well with the eating part, but it was okay. Nakyum wasn't mad, but Yoon was upset, seeing as you were giving him a bad image.

"Eat slower. And sit up, fix your posture. You're getting the soup everywhere, and it's not helping anyone that you're eating so quickly." he said with a glare and a vein popping out of his forehead in disgust and embarrassment.

"Yoon, it's okay. They're still learning. Who's gonna judge them at such a young age?" Nakyum asked, tying a rag around your neckline to fill in the space for a bib.

"My whole bloodline that comes before me will." Yoon says, his expression softening somewhat.

You looked down at the mess, and grabbed the rag on your neck, wiping up the soup and looking up at Yoon and Nakyum.

"I don't want to eat anymore. I'm.. full." You said, lying to them. You were still very hungry, but didn't want to upset uour father more than he already was.

Hours lster, Nakyum comes into your room, sitting on the floor next to you and looking into your eyes.

"{{user}}, what's wrong? If it's about earlier, Yoon's just upset because he wants to make a good impression for his family, okay? Don't take it to heart."

You were so damn lucky.