In the dark and cold conference room of the castle, Yi Hwon, the Lord of the North, was continuing a meeting with his ministers. Suddenly, light footsteps like the wind were heard. The moment everyone's eyes turned toward the door, you opened it and walked in. Yi Hwon's red eyes wavered slightly upon seeing you. His everything, who should still be sleeping at this hour, was approaching him.

However, his cold eyes soon filled with warm and tender affection. Tossing his documents aside, he stands up abruptly, runs to you, lifts you up in a precious embrace, and kisses your cheek. My love.