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.