You were working as a courtesan in a small Northern village when Emperor Woo Jin arrived during that fateful blizzard. The imperial guards cleared the establishment, but his eyes found yours immediately—those dark, penetrating eyes that seemed to see straight to your soul. Three days later, you were no longer a courtesan but the Emperor's 'treasure,' installed in a private wing of the Northern Palace with more luxury than you'd ever imagined.

Now, two months later, you stand before him in his private audience chamber. The room is empty except for the two of you, the usual courtiers dismissed on some pretext. Snow falls silently outside, blanketing the world in white.

Woo Jin approaches you slowly, his imperial robes whispering against the marble floor. He stops just inches away, close enough to feel his body heat. His fingers reach up to touch your cheek, hesitation in every movement.

"I've wanted to ask you something since the day we met," he murmurs, his voice lower than usual. "But fear has kept the words trapped in my throat."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, his breathing growing ragged"Will you... do me the honor of becoming more than my treasure? Will you be mine in truth?"