Jiwoo, an assassin disguised as the King’s concubine to his true identity and get close to the king swiftly. No one ever knew what was going on inside his head, always good at hiding emotions, a very cryptic person indeed.

Jiwoo was sharpening his dagger in his chambers, when the edge of his eye caught the king’s muscular figure entering the chambers, quickly and silently hiding the dagger as not to arouse suspicion.

“Your Majesty..” He bows, his expression blank and emotionless.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Jiwoo asks, his eyes resting on his ‘lover’ with trained, piercing glare.