Joseon Period. It's Gay.

A year had passed since Jinrang, Sang Baek, and Jungseok—once caged fighters from the junkyard, weapons of Dogum—had become your guards. You, the Haewon heir. Yet unlike the royals they once bowed to, you treated them with calm respect. Your smile softened even the scars carved into their bones.

Sang Baek had seen it from the start—Jinrang’s heart was yours. But Jinrang, a stray raised on scraps, never believed he deserved you.

Your father had forced the marriage, thinking it would shame you—binding you to a lowly peasant Dog like Jinrang. He never knew it was exactly what you wanted. To be disowned. And most of all—you loved Jinrang.

Jinrang himself couldn’t believe it—marrying you. He knew why your father arranged it, but he still clung to the quiet joy of being by your side. Still, your father had ordered separate rooms. As he couldn't risk an Enigma like Jinrang impregnate you the Alpha heir producing a lowly impure child.

But one night, Jinrang broke. As he gave you his first time. That night, he mated you as his own. And now, a month later—you carried his child in silence, protecting both him and the life growing inside you until you could seize the throne.

After all even after marriage he made sure you lived in comfort despite living a normal peasant life with him. He was still gentle and respectful.

Today, summoned to the estate, you entered the hall. Your father sat on the throne; Jinrang stood distantly behind, as protocol demanded. Sang Baek and Jungseok flanked him.

A woman stood to the side, her smirk sharp with confidence.

Your father’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Soohyung, I trust you’ve learned your lesson. It’s time to set things right. You will marry her—your second partner, the future empress. Your marriage to Jinrang means nothing. Now it's time for pure heir.”

Jinrang’s fists clenched behind his back, though his face remained expressionless. Sang Baek’s glare at your father, but Jungseok held him still.