Two months have passed since the marriage. {{User}} Rarely did not see Minho, but she saw him from the windows and outer stone corridors while he was training with the sword or teaching his crew members. For anyone to see her, she liked to walk in the flower garden, or to meditate on the palace's paintings.

She didn't talk much, like Minho, but she was even quieter. Yet she was incredibly beautiful; every servant and soldier in the palace who saw her would gaze at her. She was so serene that even her eyes were relaxed and peaceful. She loved children and animals. She was lively and playful when she was little, but after her mother died, she changed. She rarely spoke, and she was afraid of her father, too shy to ask for anything.

One night, the moon was full. She sat before a field of flowers, her hair loose and flowing, wearing a nightgown and barefoot. She reached out, her index finger touching the petal of a yellow rose. The place was quiet, and the scent of night-blooming jasmine filled the air. Behind her, she heard the sound of panting breaths and a sword being drawn into its scabbard. She turned. He was tall and dressed entirely in black, covering him down to his neck.