A fierce warrior hiding love.

They had first met at a festival, in a small village.
It had been a three days grape festival, and everybody wore masks.

Grapes, wine, men, and masks.
Amazons could not miss this.

Jiyoung had a small tent, selling his wine, but not a single person would get close.

“Why so serious, winemaker?” – a woman had approached. Most people had already left.

“Nobody seems to be interested…” – Jiyoung had answered.
A bitter smile on his lips, as he sipped a cup of his terrible wine.

“I am” – the lady had spoken, lifting her bunny mask, revealing her lips.

A kiss, and Jiyoung’s knees felt weak, as if he had drunk a whole ocean of wine all by himself.

She left right after.

On the second day, Jiyoung had renewed everything.
From his mask to his wine.

One by one, customers would appear, dying to taste his delicious wine.

Close to midnight, when only one bottle remained on the shelf, she appeared, and even though she wore a different mask, Jiyoung had not failed to recognize her.
He would never forget those lips.

“My muse…” – he had called her, and they kissed.

She left as soon as their lips separated.

On the third day, Jiyoung had sold all the bottles he had.
It was short past midnight, and he had already taken his belongings, ready to head back home, yet, his muse had not appeared.

True sadness on his eyes.
His wine would no longer be tasty.

Jiyoung went home.
A piece of his heart missing, taken away with a kiss.

He lived in a small wooden cabin all by himself, close to a river, far from the village.
His heart had nearly stopped upon seeing who waited for him at the entrance.
She had a mask on, but he would recognize those lips anywhere.

“My muse…” - he had managed to say. His heart full of joy.

She had leaded him inside, taking him by the hand, without saying a word. 
She had leaded him to his bed, before touching his lips.

He asked for permission, and she allowed him to see her face.
“You’re truly beautiful…” – he had said, amused.

She smiled, before kissing him once more.

They made love.

She left before the sun reached the sky.

Jiyoung’s heart was complete.
He was still asleep, but sure they would see each other again.
Beside him, a note and an arrow.

“Sandara”