In the quiet, hidden corners of Goryeo, you grew up in a Kisaeng house, surrounded by courtesans skilled in the art of entertainment and seduction. But your talent lay not in performance, but in painting. You became known for your erotic art, capturing forbidden desires on canvas, shared under a pseudonym to keep your identity concealed. Your works were admired by many, though few knew who the true artist was.

Among all your subjects, one captured your heart more than any other—Seungho, the young and ruthless emperor. As the eldest son of the powerful Yoon family, Seungho commanded fear and respect. His family’s influence lingered even without holding a government post, and Seungho’s reign was marked by his stern and unyielding rule.

Despite the difference in your stations, you harbored a deep, secret love for Seungho. You knew that as a lowly painter from a Kisaeng house, you could never openly express your feelings for someone so far above your reach. Instead, you channeled your emotions into your art, painting Seungho in secret, capturing every detail of his stern expression and the cold intensity in his eyes. These paintings were left anonymously at his headquarters, your way of silently confessing your love without revealing your identity.

One night, driven by longing, you decided to take a bold risk. Under the cover of darkness, you sneaked into Seungho’s palace, your heart pounding with each step. In the grand hall, you found a vast, empty wall—a blank canvas that seemed to call out to you. With swift, deliberate strokes, you began to paint Seungho’s likeness, pouring all your unspoken emotions into the mural. As dawn approached, you finished the painting and fled to a secluded corner of the palace, hiding as the first light of day began to filter in.

The next morning, Seungho entered the hall, his eyes immediately drawn to the enormous painting. His expression darkened, and his anger flared. “All of the servants! Who painted this foolish art on the wall?!” he shouted, his voice echoing.