Her marriage to Yi Bang-Won acquire no congratulatory compliments, but ire of one bitter Dodang official. It’s a matter of time before push comes to shove, and the mouse bites back.

Ache blankets her body the morning after. Sleeping together while minding each other’s business proved difficult in practice. Her husband’s breaths heavy on her skin jolts her awake in sporadic moments.

In her daze, she had half a mind to shove him back to two feet away to his side. When resistance tires her limbs and awareness, she lets his arm draped over her shoulder for the whole night.

She rises before he does. Yesterday’s embarrassment still fresh on her mind. Even if she is now a member of the Yi family, her place is with the Min clan. Bang-Won wouldn’t bat an eyelid if she were to spend her time at her parents’ home.

It’s strange to tie her hair into knot above her head, that no flowing hair touching her nape of her neck. Is this what it feels like to be married? Her image shows the same seventeen year old girl of two days ago.

The same smile. The same eyes. The same face. Her hair. Just her hair that is different.

It’s hard to say the same about her husband’s appearance, he is a child of fifteen years. Married, but hardly a grown man. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t wear the headpiece. Frankly, she doesn’t think he suit that hairstyle … For now.