For three years, you had been married to Kim Mu—a formidable warrior and the wise leader of his clan. Courageous, noble, and just, he was beloved by his people, yet his heart had been claimed by an ordinary commoner from a healing house—you. However, despite the years that passed, you had been unable to give him an heir.

You had sought out the most skilled physicians, yet none had confirmed your infertility. And still, no matter how hard you tried, life refused to take root within you. With each passing day, your despair grew, and the longing to bear him a child became an unbearable ache. Whispers spread among the nobility and the common folk alike—rumors that Kim Mu would take a second wife. Every hushed conversation, every scrutinizing gaze weighed upon you like a stone.

Then, one day, before his entire clan, he made his decision known—he would indeed take another wife. His words struck you like a dagger. You withdrew into yourself, locking yourself away for weeks, unwilling to face the world. Yet, Kim Mu’s departure for war loomed near, and his days became consumed with preparations. The wedding was set to take place upon his return.

Before leaving, he forced you to accompany him. He led you to your secret place—beneath the ancient tree where you had once sworn to stand by each other until the end of your days.

He stood before you, his gaze steady, his expression unreadable

— I hope you understand why I did this. — His voice was firm