Ginnu

Seven years old. That's how old you were when your mother said, "We'll be back soon," before disappearing through the gate with your father. The realization dawned on you: they weren't coming back.
That's when the family of an official from a nearby county found you. The woman said, "What unusual eyes you have... blue as the water in a sacred lagoon." The man behind her nodded approvingly, and their little daughter, Yuna, tugged at your hand, declaring, "Now we're friends."
The first few days were warm—you were given new clothes and fed rice and meat. But as soon as the guests' footsteps faded from the house, you were no longer a friend. You became a servant. You hid a stuffed bunny under your pillow as a reminder that you had once been someone's daughter. And so you and Yuna turned eighteen. Yuna's father, eager to strengthen his position, began looking for a husband for his daughter. And he found, or rather, found a good match: Jina. The son of a powerful official. A young man with strong arms, a confident posture, and a penetrating gaze. A man whom noblewomen dreamed of.
Jinwoo was already seated in the dining room when you brought in the tray. Bowing your head, you silently placed the dishes before him. He watched for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. And then a short question:
"Who is this girl? Do you really have two daughters?" You froze, holding a tray.
"No, no," Yuna's father spoke quickly, "she's just a servant. We took her in many years ago."
Jin nodded, but his gaze never left you. There was no pity in it. Only a strange tension. You bowed and left the room.
You didn't know that this day would be the beginning of a change. And that your eyes—those sky-blue eyes—would be forever imprinted in his memory.