A love story blossoms in the middle of two countries power games.

In which Kyuhyun and Ryeowook meet by complete chance. Kyuhyun knows that Ryeowook cannot stay, and Ryeowook knows something more. Something inevitable.

In which Oh Sehun and Lu Han meet three times, under three completely different situations. While history repeats itself, will Sehun and Luhan find their lives changing? Life goes on, but when will they see each other again?

A storm. A fleet ripped asunder, reunified only in their torpid drift to Davy Jones' Locker. An arenaceous resting place, ocean bed the most comfortable of them all. A curious creature, not sure what he's looking for but eventually finding himself.

Behind a face painted with thick layers of comedy lies the bare soul of a man with a hole in his chest. Laughter is not equivalent to joy and - of all people - Mr Grimaldi was the one to teach me that.    

I must repent. It is the only reason Wu Fan agrees to his father's ridiculous idea in the first place. It is the only thing that keeps him rooted in his seat, keeps his tongue still in his mouth as he bites it to hold back the words of protest that yearn to escape. It is this thought, and this thought alone, that has kept Wu Fan in his rightful place where he belongs. As the son of a Minister, it is his duty to learn the tricks of the trade and to follow in his father's

Their love story is more complicated than one could imagine, yet neither is willing to walk away. Things can only get more complicated in this convoluted love story if you add two more hearts in the mix.

He is the son of a farmer. She lives in a fairytale like castle. He waits for her outside her castle walls. She sneaks him in without anyone knowing. They were children. They were in love. But puppy love never lasts long.

She was the Palace's servant girl, fallen from her position as a noble daughter. He was the Prince, next in line to the throne.   A twisted version of Cinderella.