My father has spent half his life fighting with General Pei, the Defender of the North, yet His Majesty insists on marrying me off to the general's son. My father says his son is burly and rough, while the general claims I'm quiet and delicate. On our wedding night, a hidden sleeve sword falls out, and he coughs while clutching his chest. We stare at each other in shock and ask, "What happened to the personas we agreed on?" Thus begins our daily routine of pretending to be well-behaved, only for our true natures to be exposed through one mishap after another. It turns out his weakness is merely a disguise, and I am the woman he has secretly loved for eight years.