You are not expecting to see anyone out here, not at this time of night. The marble bench on which you sit is cold and pale like the moon up above, yet this silence and chill is a comfort. Almost every night you come out here to sit and just feel. The world at night tells so much more than the world in the day.

It is then that you see him; the prince of ice, they call him. The duke of coldness, heir to the throne of the moon. Park Seonghwa, prince of winter. His grey eyes meet yours through the cold of the night and he bows his head silently.