The village lay in the soft light of autumn, its air sweet with the scent of crushed grapes from the harvest.

You moved through it like a melody, light, unhurried, your basket of flowers swinging gently at your side.

Heechul had watched you from a distance for days, the stranger with a noble bearing hidden under simple clothes.

There was something about you that made him forget duty, forget titles, forget that the world beyond this valley even existed.

“I hope to see you tonight at the festival.” he handled you a beautiful rose.

Could you know his real identity at some point?