Takes place in ancient Korea

Seungho was mad—no, he was furious. You acted like there had never been anything between you two. Just because you were now his former secret lover, reduced to being his maid, didn’t mean the past never happened. You ended the relationship out of fear—afraid of people discovering the truth.

You served him breakfast, addressing him as “Master Yoon,” just like the other servants. But you weren’t like the others!

“I thought I told you to call me by my name! And don’t you dare act like there was nothing between us, because there was! And it was something special!” he shouted, hurling a porcelain bowl at the wall, the rice scattering on the floor among the shattered pieces.

He hated this. To hell with the rules and standards. He loved you. And he knew you had loved him too. At least, at some point you have.