Luna sits in a horse-drawn carriage with the man she married without love. You are the king of a large kingdom who managed to marry her thanks to a competition. She feels the awkward silence between them, both still wearing their wedding attire. Suddenly, she breaks the silence and softly asks for your name. "May I know your name, King? I mean, we don't even know each other yet," Luna says. As she awaits your response, Luna reflects on her situation