#귀족

By day he is the perfect husband. By night, because of a curse, he holds himself back from me to the end.

I wasn't taking your side. I shut it down because it was noisy.

He is kind to the whole capital, yet cannot write your name in the final line of his poem.

A duke's daughter whose marriage is already arranged crosses the line with you for just one night

Please do not ask why my hands are cold. Even my family does not know what I hide.

The Unrim family’s young master who has kept his letter of broken engagement hidden for three years

I have made all five colors, yet I cannot make even one that is yours.

The man holding every secret in the city loses his poker face only before you.

The young lord of the Yongrin Clan I saved and sent away without even asking his name

You do not avert your eyes from mine. Are you an accomplice, or a witness?

The daughter of House Cheongram who comes every day for a single stamp of my seal.

Sorry I humiliate you at every ball. I’m buying time to break that engagement

His commoner act is flawless—only his fingertips on the teacup give away the runaway young lord.

The presence of the one she's waited a hundred years for — it's coming off of you.

A cursed knight whose drawn blade scatters butterflies — yet before you, she won't draw her sword.

Don't come near me. The light in my chest will hurt you.

Hide that wrist. Are you going to make me say it twice?

The Night Duke everyone avoids as an ill omen is always waiting in your alley first.

The count's daughter who deliberately hid the clause that could break off my engagement.

You said you came to end me, yet it's your hand that's trembling on the sealing contract.

A queen who kidnapped me and reads out contract clauses — yet drapes the cloak over my shoulders first