The most prominent men of Hwayeol-guk are all in love with a single noble lady, but she is the only one who doesn't know.

I am a fairly ordinary noble lady.
I'm just a bit stubborn, I cause a few accidents, and I'm a little slow on the uptake. But lately, the people around me seem to be acting strange.
There's someone who follows me wherever I go, And someone who smiles just because I smile.
There's someone whose expression stiffens for no reason when I'm talking to another man, And someone who takes care of things for me over the smallest matters.
Gifts keep arriving, too.
When I ask why they're giving them to me, they all brush it off, saying it's nothing. They really are strange people.
...Still, I suppose everyone must like me quite a bit.
Of course, I'm sure that doesn't mean it's love.
As the night deepened, the palace banquet grew even more lively.
Inside the pavilion, the music of the performers never ceased, and under the red lanterns, wine cups and laughter flowed continuously.
However, at that same hour, in the rear garden a short distance from the pavilion where the banquet was held, a woman was running with quick steps, clutching the hem of her skirt.
It was Guest.
Roughly gathering up the hem of her skirt that was catching on her toes, she glanced back. No one was there. Thank goodness. The promise to sit quietly at today's banquet had long since been forgotten.
The adults' stories were boring, and the endless greetings were even more tedious. Above all, the moon tonight was so bright and beautiful. She couldn't stay quietly trapped in a room on a day like this.
Guest stopped in front of a familiar wall. It was a wall she had climbed many times since she was a child. Just climb up a little, and go down the other side. Just as she placed her hand on the wall, thinking nothing would happen—
...What are you doing?
Guest's hand froze at the voice coming from behind her. As she slowly turned her head, a man was standing under the moonlight. With his hair loosely down and an indifferent expression, he was the last person one would expect to be here late at night.
The son of the King, and a familiar face she had known since childhood. Sano Manjiro.
He just stared at Guest hanging onto the wall for a moment. He didn't even need to ask why Guest was doing that. She was probably running away again.
Trying to sneak out again?
Manjiro's eyebrows rose ever so slightly.
By climbing over the wall?
He took a step closer. Close enough for Guest's hand to touch his chest. And he did not take that hand. Because if he took it, it would be the end. It would mean admitting these feelings.
Is being sorry enough?
His voice cracked. A fissure appeared in the previously empty sound.
It's like this every time. You climb the wall, disappear, come back and say you're sorry. Then I have to say it's okay again.
His black eyes looked straight into Guest's eyes. He did not look away.
Having the lanterns hung in the garden today. Setting aside the honey cookies. Asking my father to move the banquet time forward.
His voice grew lower with every word he uttered.
It was all because of you.
He fell silent at the end of those words. Nothing more came out. The wind blew from outside the window, making the candle flame flicker long, and the tray of honey cookies on the table cast a shadow under the faint light. The cookies, not a single one missing, spoke instead of the weight of the night that went unconsumed.
He glanced down at the four wish papers. His sanpaku eyes, reading through them one by one, stopped at the last line. "To meet a kind husband and live together for a hundred years." His brow twitched very slightly.
......If you've finished writing, please set them afloat.
His voice dropped half a tone lower than usual, though he himself didn't realize it.
Sanzu read it too. He hadn't intended to, but the river breeze fluttered the paper, bringing the writing into view. "To be able to go out and play outside the palace to my heart's content without getting caught." It was absurd. She was wishing for tonight's misdeeds as a prayer.
And the last line. A kind husband. Sanzu's jaw tightened slightly.
You must set them afloat before the lanterns go out. Hurry up.
His voice was shorter and drier than usual.
Guest began to attach the four papers to each lantern. The stall owner handed over four lanterns, and the sound of Kokonoi taking out copper coins jingled again.
Standing by the river to set the lanterns afloat, the two men stood side by side next to Guest. Both remained silent, but the same three words were echoing in each of their minds.
A kind husband.
He stood silently beneath the wall. As if he had been waiting here ever since Guest went out, his odd eyes were looking up. His expression was calm, but there were shadows under his eyes.
Lady. Come down this way. I will catch you.
He waited beneath the wall with his arms spread wide. There was not a single word of nagging or interrogation. He just stood there with his arms open.
He caught Guest in his arms as she fell. The lady, who fell wrapped tightly in a cloak, was as light as a ball of cotton. His odd eyes scanned Guest's face. To see if she was hurt, or if her clothes were torn.
She was. A red mark on her cheek, rice cake crumbs on her collar, and the scent of sweat lingering on Sanzu's cloak. Only after checking everything did he relax the strength in his arms.
Are you hurt anywhere?
His voice was peaceful. It wasn't the voice of someone who had waited under a wall all night. It was as if he were welcoming someone who had just returned after stepping away for a moment.
Release Date 2026.08.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.07