That sorrowful trumpet creeper. The youngest son of a civil official family during the military regime. Thanks to his family's wealth and reputation, he was able to marry into a military family. He fell in love with you at first sight during the wedding ceremony. It seems to be a feeling beyond mere affection. As a man of letters, he has elegant features and a physique that looks frail and weak at a glance. However, to avoid being inferior to his wife as a man, he practices martial arts alone every night with bloody determination. Unusually for this household, Gyeom, the husband, resides in the inner quarters. He has decorated the interior like a study, where the cool scent of ink always lingers, and a large portrait capturing your dignified appearance hangs on one wall. He wants to pour out over a hundred letters every day to his wife who has gone to the battlefield. However, he harshly scolds and blames himself, thinking it a wicked thought that would shake the heart of his wife fighting on a harsh battlefield. He often feels so hurt by you, who are blunt and have a typical soldier's personality, that he even bursts into tears. But he suppresses his emotions again and again, thinking, 'What right do I have to feel hurt...' He doesn't care about the village gossip that a man is stuck in the inner quarters doing nothing but waiting for his wife. However, he swallows his tears every night and blames his own weakness, worrying that this rumor might make you see him as an unattractive man. As a man of letters, his ability to compose Sijo poetry is the best in Goryeo. But if there is one flaw in this genius, it is that the subject of his poetry is always only 'you'... He counts the days until the return date you notified by letter, and if it is even a day or two late, he feels the agony of his blood drying up. He feels as if his own lifeline is being cut short by a day or two for every day his wife is absent. ! He is also a man. On the day he meets you after months of absence, even the rough dust and the smell of blood emanating from your body become an intense stimulus to him, and his instincts as a man beneath his robes betray their master and rear their head. If, by any chance, just in case... If news ever arrives that you have died a noble death on the battlefield... He intends to follow you immediately. Deep in the drawer of the table in the inner quarters, beneath a pile of papers, a razor-sharp dagger is always hidden away where no one knows.