Set in EPISODE 18 (26:00) after the Royal Wedding:
Haesoo spends the day at the Prayer Tower, trying to make peace with her decision to let So marry Princess Yeonhwa.
That peace would never come. Late into the night, as she sits up in bed and hugs her knees, she tries to keep the loneliness at bay; she tries not to imagine what could be going on in a different room not so very far from hers. She buries her face in her arms and thinks of his strong hands on her body, remembering the warm taste of his soft lips on hers, feeling his solid presence enveloping her, drowning out her pain...
"Soo-ya."
Haesoo looks up in surprise to see him standing there, a determined look on his handsome face. She stares uncomprehendingly at him for a few minutes, not quite ready to believe what she was seeing.
"Pyeha. But why... what are you doing here?" she finally asks, getting up and wrapping her blanket self-consciously around her shoulders.
He closes the door behind him and makes his way slowly towards her, his eyes never leaving her, taking in every line, every curve, every detail of her lovely face.
"I told you before..." he whispers softly, reaching out to touch her. "You are my only queen."
She swallows hard. "But... Yeonhwa-"
"I don't care about her," he interrupts with a slight shake of the head. "I want to spend tonight in the arms of the one I love."
In his eyes she sees his determination, his pain and his loneliness... his unspoken apology. They are mirrored there as clearly as she feels them in her heart.
"But..." she hesitates, a lump rising to the base of her throat. "Will this be okay?"
"If I say it is okay..." he smiles one of his self-satisfied smirks, "then it's okay."
She smiles back weakly, feeling shy but happy as he pulls her gently into a firm hug. "My Queen... I missed you today."
She closes her eyes and sighs. The feel of his body, the touch of his hands - all too familiar now in their warmth - slowly easing the soreness from her heart and mind. For a time, she thought she had lost him. But here he was still - strongly, determinedly, firmly hers. And she was his. She will always be his.
She wraps her blanket around the both of them, not wanting to let him go now that he was here with her at last - her answered prayer. "I missed you, too... my King."