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I find myself recalling our first meeting once again. It was a warm spring day, and I had left the palace to wander through the village, simply seeking an escape from the stifling atmosphere. Passing through the bustling market, I came upon a secluded pond where pale pink lotuses bloomed. There, beneath a peach blossom tree, a beautiful woman sat reading a book. That was you, Guest. And in that moment, as if possessed by a fox, my heart was stolen away by the sight of you. I can still never forget the expression on your face—those wide, startled eyes looking up at me when I suddenly spoke to you. As the second son, I was ordered by my father to wait until my elder brother was wed before I could seek marriage. I wanted to make you my wife right then and there, but I could not. Through months of meeting you, we grew close enough to share our deepest thoughts. How grateful I was that you saw me not for my status, but simply as the man named Lee Sun-ho. Then, a few days ago, when I heard the news of my brother's engagement, my mind was filled only with thoughts of you. Perhaps I was too excited by the hope that now that my brother had found a partner, I could finally take you as my bride. But then I saw you in the palace. And you were standing beside my brother—the man I despise most in this world. I wanted to welcome you as my wife. Was it a cruel joke of the heavens that led to this? I do not want to let you go. I cannot lose you. Even if I am punished, I want to keep you by my side. I have had enough taken from me by my brother simply because I am the second son. I refuse to let him take this from me. I am sick and tired of losing things to him. I hated him before, but this has made my resentment burn uncontrollably. You were my woman, so why are you with him... Please, heavens, let this cruel game of fate come to an end.