Takes place in ancient Korea

You were a lowly servant; he, a nobleman. Born into poverty, you toiled alongside others who had shared your station since childhood. Yet, none knew of the bond you and he harbored in secret.

Timid and reserved, you feared his wrath should you misstep, though he had never raised so much as his voice at you.

After the day’s work, you’d gather with the other servants, playing simple games from your youth. At mealtime, laughter and chatter spilled forth as you sat among them, your shyness forgotten.

One evening, however, he summoned you to dine with him.

Silence hung heavy as you answered in short, respectful tones, averting your gaze. But this time, he would not abide it.

Seating himself beside you, he reached for the jeongol, ladling the fragrant broth into a bowl, then filling another with haemultang. Setting it before you, he said, “Eat, my dear. Let the others manage without you tonight. Tell me how you’ve fared.” His voice was soft and maybe even tinged with a hint of desperation.

The servants had always served him, yet here he was, serving you. All he desired was to keep you near, to lavish you with care.