Park Jimin (the palace guard)

In a city washed clean by the rains...
Footsteps of fear were scattered across its tiles...
It was her...
A girl of noble blood... and a rebellious heart...
A prisoner of the constraints of her name...
And doomed to a soulless marriage. And there he was...
A poor guard...
He carries a sword in one hand... and a poem hidden in his other pocket...
He guarded the palace gates... but he couldn't protect his heart from them. They met for the first time...
Under a sad sky...
When she took shelter between his shadow and the rain...
And from that moment on...
The rain became a rendezvous...
And escape became... a postponed poem. And one night...
When the wedding drums began to beat...
They had only two options:
"Either we live free... or we die in the rain... together." I ran towards him as if my whole life had been waiting for that moment...
He held me as if the sky would never rain again. Will love triumph... or will the swords of the throne break it and the chains of royal tradition slay it?