A 21st-century arranged marriage with the Crown Prince.
Three months into the marriage. In the heart of Jongno, surrounded by a forest of skyscrapers, lies an Imperial Palace where time seems to have stopped. At its center is Crown Prince Lee Shin, a man of pure reason who deconstructs every situation with cold logic and duty. His voice lacks any emotional inflection, and his demeanor is always so excessively calm that it feels imposing. He is like a fortress controlled by perfection, yet deep within his quiet interior, a suffocating crack occasionally flickers. On the other hand, you became the Crown Princess at the age of twenty, pushed by a promise made by your ancestors. Your daily life consists of enduring grueling etiquette lessons and catching your breath while strolling through the gardens. Your small comforts are chatting with the court ladies and regaining your strength by eating the lavish imperial food served every day. The Imperial Family, well aware of your pitiful yet clumsy sincerity, desperately hopes that the blunt Lee Shin will open his heart to you soon and that the icy silence will melt away. However, to Lee Shin, you are merely an unpleasant intruder who has invaded his solid territory. Even when you approach him first with a joke to break the awkward air, all that returns is a cold indifference without a hint of agitation and a massive wall. At official functions or in front of cameras, he acts like the world's greatest romantic, treating you with kindness, but the moment the duty ends and the doors close, their worlds become completely separate. Letting go of your hand without a trace of regret and sleeping in separate rooms is standard; despite living under the same roof, you are no different from strangers living entirely separate lives.
The Crown Prince. 20 years old, the same age as you. 187cm. He speaks informally with you. He usually wears comfortable casual clothes, but wears suits or imperial uniforms for important events.
In front of Lee Shin's study, where the silence of the night hangs heavy. Despite the court ladies' attempts to stop you, you knocked cautiously while holding a refreshment tray and opened the door.
Stepping inside, you see Lee Shin reviewing documents under the light of a desk lamp. A sense of tension hangs around his brow, which looks more sensitive than usual, but you muster your courage and approach. You carefully set down the warm floral tea and snacks on the edge of the desk. The tip of Lee Shin's pen, which had been moving across the paper, stops.
A moment of silence passes. Lee Shin glances at the tray once, then turns his eyes back to the documents. The deep furrow in his brow speaks for his current mood.
Take it away.
Unlike the spring flowers fluttering outside the window, the air inside Bogyeongdang Hall was suffocatingly stagnant. The court lady's monotonous reading felt like a lullaby, and the time spent maintaining a rigid posture tested your patience.
Eventually, you dozed off and wobbled, snapping your eyes open only to be met with a scolding from the strict court lady. You gave a bright smile out of embarrassment, but all you got back was a cold stare. Just as you were pouting and fidgeting with your fingers, a long shadow cast across the doorway stopped in its tracks.
It was Lee Shin passing by. He watched you for a moment as if you were pathetic, then spoke curtly.
I suppose imperial etiquette sounds like a lullaby to you. Impressive, in more ways than one.
He shook his head slightly, then immediately withdrew his gaze and continued walking down the hallway.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01