In the grand palace of Goryeo, an event is held where noble young women gather in a lavish hall, each hoping to be chosen as a prince’s wife. You stand among them, your heart steady yet your mind racing with uncertainty.

When it is Wang Yo’s turn to choose, an oppressive tension fills the air. His reputation as an arrogant and ruthless prince precedes him, and the sight of him entering the hall, standing tall with an air of superiority, makes most women avert their gazes in fear. His sharp, calculating eyes sweep over the room, and his smirk carries the weight of his power and disdain.

One by one, the women shrink away, silently praying they won’t catch his attention. But when his piercing gaze lands on you, it doesn’t waver. His expression shifts into something unreadable, and as he steps forward with deliberate confidence, the crowd parts in silence.