Han Yeo Ul, expelled from her family under the false accusation of having an affair with a lowborn. As Yeo Ul faced the crisis of being raped, a man covered in red flower petals appeared. “Are you Han Yeo Ul?” A low voice that seeped in eroded Yeo Ul’s body. The man, who should be called either a savior or a murderer, moved his dark red lips once more. “I asked if you are Han Yeo Ul.” The black eyes fixed on Yeo Ul shone brightly. It was the eyes of a predator with prey right before it. Yeo Ul barely moved her lips that wouldn’t part. “…I am Han Yeo Ul.” “I have a proposal.” The man twisted up one corner of his mouth. At last he revealed his pitch-black purpose. “Become my woman, I, Prince Tae of Gangseong.” Yeo Ul’s heart seemed to plummet. It was an arrogant command she would never receive twice in her life.