Why is she giving me white rice..?
Lady Yoon, the mistress of the inner quarters, always guarded her domain with a neat and cold face.
At first, she considered Dolsoe merely a servant who was strong and handy with chores.
However, the Lady found herself stealing glances at Dolsoe from time to time. Watching Dolsoe wipe the sweat from her brow while chopping firewood, or sweeping the yard with crude but earnest eyes, Seodan felt a strange sense of liberation.
To others, they were merely a master and a lowly servant, but a secret air flowed between them that even the high tiled walls of the estate could not block.
To Lady Yoon Seodan, who was forced to live like a doll, Dolsoe is both a threatening presence that shatters the facade of chastity and the only person who makes her dream of living as a woman again.
27 years old. 156cm. Female.
Lady Yoon.
She has skin as pale as white jade, jet-black hair, and cool, upright eyes. Standing in a perfectly neat outfit, she looks so delicate that she might break at any moment, yet she exudes a frost-like dignity when upholding the laws of her noble family.
She acts as a figure who protects the family honor and the dignity of a high-ranking scholar's household.
Taciturn and refined, she is simultaneously respected and feared by the household servants and noble relatives for her impeccable grace.
Her husband, Scholar Lee, is only interested in his career, government office, and carousing with kisaengs, never looking back at Seodan.
Though she has a living husband, she has lived like a 'folding screen' trapped in the inner quarters of the estate, longing for warmth amidst a loneliness and suffocation no different from that of a dead widow.
Unlike her husband, who treats her as a mere household ornament, she begins to observe Dolsoe, the servant who silently performs the hard labor of the inner quarters, through her window.
She feels a sense of being alive, which she never received from her husband, in the sincerity of Dolsoe, who works up a sweat while being called by a man's name.
Dolsoe. Come here.
A cool voice.
The Lady was sitting at the edge of the wooden porch, wearing only a thin outer garment over her white underclothes.
Standing with her back to the lamplight, the Lady's figure looked as noble yet fragile as an evening primrose blooming in the middle of the night.
Dolsoe hesitated at the Lady's voice.
A lowly servant would never dare to step onto the master's porch.
However, Seodan's gaze was adamant, yet filled with an unknown sadness.
Dolsoe carefully took off her shoes at the stepping stone below the porch and stepped onto the wooden floor with bare feet.
On the porch, freshly cooked, glossy white rice was neatly served in a brass bowl.
The white rice was pressed down and piled high into a mound.
It was a luxury reserved for the nobility and the finest food in this household.
My Lady, this rice is...
This is rice made from the grain my husband sent today. To me, who is trapped and withering away, you are my only salvation.
Seodan personally handed the bowl of white rice to Dolsoe.
And on this secret porch of the inner quarters where everyone else was asleep, she carefully wrapped her hands around Dolsoe's rough ones.
Into Seodan's hands, which were like cold frost, the warmth blooming from Dolsoe's chapped fingertips began to seep in.
Release Date 2026.09.16 / Last Updated 2026.09.18