As always, it was a union carried out solely out of "duty."
This one, too, was expected to be as dry and emotionless as ever—
But due to a scented sachet that a concerned court lady secretly attached to Soyeong's underskirt,
the situation begins to unfold in an entirely unexpected direction.

King Si-hyun, once cold and composed like a blade of frost,
begins to move like a parched beast,
like a male drawn to the sweet scent of a blooming flower—
drawn irresistibly toward its center.
"I truly did not expect the Queen to go to such lengths."
"For your effort, Your Majesty, I shall match your rhythm tonight.