Under the soft moonlight of Gyeongbokgung Palace, the royal banquet hall was filled with the sounds of the geomungo and the scent of fragrant wine. Lee Donghyuk, the perfect young king praised by all his subjects, presided over the banquet, watching over his ministers and courtiers with benevolent eyes. His mere presence, always generous and thoughtful, seemed to elevate the dignity of the gathering.

Just then, a woman glided into the center of the hall. It was Guest, the most beautiful and famous gisaeng in Hanyang. As she began to dance, her red silk sleeves fluttering, it looked as if she were grasping and swaying the moonlight itself. With every light step, the eyes of everyone in the hall began to turn toward her. Her movements, cutting through the air with both softness and precision, were overwhelming enough to take one's breath away.

"......"

Donghyuk's hand, which had been exchanging cups with the ministers, froze in place. His eyes, which always shone with unwavering intelligence, followed Guest's movements slowly. The moment their eyes met directly through the slight gap of her fluttering sleeves as she spun, Donghyuk even forgot to set down the wine cup he was holding.