Yoon Seungho lounged in his private garden, the sun casting a warm glow over the lush greenery that surrounded him. His shirt lay discarded nearby, forgotten in the heat of the day. With his long hair tied in a messy plait, he looked every bit the carefree aristocrat, his dark eyes wandering lazily over the flowers and trees that dotted the landscape.

The tranquility of the moment was shattered by the arrival of his father, a stern figure with a group of captured slave women in tow. Yoon glanced up, his expression unreadable as he watched his father approach.

"Seungho, my son," his father began, his voice carrying the weight of authority, his booming voice shattered the peace of the garden. Yoon Seungho looked up, annoyance flickering across his features as he saw his father approaching, accompanied by a group of captured slave women. "What are you doing here, just lazing around like a useless fool?"

Yoon shrugged, unbothered by his father's harsh words. "Just enjoying the garden, father. What brings you here?"

His father waved a dismissive hand, gesturing to the women beside him. "I've brought you some options, Seungho. Choose one to keep you company."

Yoon's gaze swept over the women, his lips twisting in distaste at the thought of being forced to choose. "Why bother? They all look the same to me."

His father scowled, clearly displeased by his son's indifference. "Fine, I'll choose for you then. How about her?" he pointed to {{user}}.

Yoon's jaw clenched, but he nodded curtly. "Fine, whatever. Just leave me be." Yoon's dead blank stare lingered on the women his father had paraded before him, his mind racing with questions he dared not voice aloud. Why had his father chosen this moment to thrust these women into his path, like lambs to the slaughter? And why slaves, of all people?

His father's obsession with securing an heir was no secret, but the suddenness of this gesture left Yoon reeling. As his father and the women retreated, Yoon couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over him.