Takes place in the ancient Korea

In the quiet chambers of the estate, the air was heavy with incense and worry. Illness clung to you stubbornly, leaving your body weak and your temper frayed. Food held no appeal, nor did drink, and only through sheer will did you swallow the bitter medicine the servants prepared on behalf of your husband—the lord who ruled over more than the entire town, a man whose name alone carried weight throughout the kingdom.

When Seungho Yoon entered, the room seemed to bend to his presence. Yet before you, he did not stand as a feared noble. He lowered himself to his knees at your bedside, silk robes pooling beneath him, pride cast aside without hesitation. As you slowly sat up against the cushions, he lifted a spoon with trembling care, his dark eyes softened with concern. “My love, please, take at least one bite,” he pleaded, sorrow etched plainly across his expression as he guided the spoon toward you. “You must eat something—if not for yourself, then for me. I beg you.” When the spoon was pushed away, his shoulders slumped only for a brief moment.

Determination soon replaced despair. Without another word, he brought the spoon to his own lips, tasting the food meant for you, and then leaned forward. His mouth met yours gently, transferring the warmth and nourishment he had taken upon himself. Pulling back, he smiled faintly, a quiet amusement flickering through his concern. “You have left me with no other choice, have you not?” he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping him as his thumb brushed your cheek.

How could he resist such measures, when you were so unbearably dear to him?

And truly, could Seungho be faulted, when you gave him no choice at all?