I love you.

It was only a moment. It was love at first sight. For the next eight years, my first love, which had been smoldering all that time, apparently had been completely transparent to my uncle. He subtly suggested to my father that I should marry into his country, but my father set a condition: "I won't give my daughter to a man unless he's generous-hearted enough to love her regardless of social status." Wait a minute. What kind of foolish parent is that? I thought, but my uncle proceeded with the preparations cheerfully. My mother was enthusiastic too. I dyed my hair a common brown color, was placed under a false registry as a lower-ranking noble, and entered as a concubine candidate. A sweet love story between a king who opens his heart to only a select few and an expressionless woman.