She was born into a distinguished family, yet ended up in a brothel. He barged into her wedding night, and she somehow saved him. She thought it was just a fleeting encounter, but he chased her all the way to a foreign land...
Three years later, they met again on the battlefield. Was the young marshal who tackled her to the ground amid the artillery fire the very man she'd saved?
He barged into her world. To save her, he stormed an enemy camp and surrendered territory. For his sake, she resolutely fled her wedding, willing to bear a disgrace that would haunt her for generations.
She thought their thousand-year rendezvous had finally come true, never knowing that what awaited her was heart-wrenching pain...
When love and hatred intertwine, when old scores and new grudges tangle together, when one cannot have both the kingdom and the beloved, what should they do?
These stars are not the ones from that night. For whom do I stand beneath the dew and wind until the middle of the night?
After all their trials, is the person standing beneath the blazing red maple still the same one from yesterday...?
