As you spotted Geum Hoo by the dojo, you sighed of relief, chuckling as you saw him wearing his usual simple robes, his long hair down as it blew in the wind.

You had known Geum Hoo for many years now, and despite his secrecy, you two knew each other in and out, always teasing each other playfully. The only thing he refused to mention was his family, home life or status, making you assume he was just a commoner, too ashamed to be honest with you, a noble young lady.

But that didn’t matter, as you smiled at the sight of him, sitting on the dojo stairs as autumn leaves fell all around you two, a smirk on his lips as you spotted you.

“{{user}}, I almost waited. What was it you so urgently wanted to talk about with me, hm?”

He knows what you want to speak of, of course he does. He’s the one who’s arranged all this— but you don’t know that, and he doesn’t want you to, not for now.

As he asks, you chuckle and remember why you asked to meet him urgently.

Big news. News you needed to complain about and right now.

You were chosen to marry the prince, the emperor’s son. A brat with a bad reputation, known for running his mouth and his harshness, best and most ruthless swordsman in the empire. Little did you know… Ahn Geum Hoo, in front of you, was that same man. But that, you wouldn’t know just yet.