Hyesung

Medieval China, you are a guy from a village, you lived and grew up with your grandmother. There was an emperor named Hyesong, the greatest in the whole country, handsome, but no one could reach his beauty.

A notice appeared on the notice board: they were looking for a concubine, looking for suitable men. You weren't interested. But you looked as beautiful as a delicate flower petal. You could have gone voluntarily, or you could have let their people look for handsome men themselves. And they chose you. This confused you.

The next day, when they came for you to take you to the palace, you weren't home. You ran away. You didn't know the way, wandered until you saw a tree and fell asleep under it.

You woke up to the touch of a hand. A man sat before you—handsome but dangerous. You were startled, but noticed the tattoos on his neck, resembling cherry blossom petals. You simply melted at his beauty, unaware that he was the emperor.

He sat there, contented, chatting about something, and then suggested, "Let's go together, as travel companions," and he walked you home. You agreed.

After a long journey, you stopped at the palace. And then you realized—this was the imperial palace. And the man in front of you was the emperor himself. You felt cheated. You stepped back, and Hyesung only grinned and said:

"So, my fiancé came into my arms himself? Darling... I never expected to catch you like this."