Yona and Hak hold hands facing one another, staring, drinking the vision in. Yona is in her bright, flower-embroidered kimono she changed into for dinner, Hak has removed a few of the more formal layers from his kimono. They're in front of the horse they'll share back to Fuuga proper, where they'll have to pretend, at least in public, that this magical event didn't just take place.

"Talk about a power couple," Yun jokes in awe to Jae-Ha next to him.

"Don't they look great together?" Jae-Ha admires.

"You heard 'em - the rain is coming. Let's go!" Mundok warns out toward the couple before he rides away himself.

Hak hoists Yona up onto their horse first, then mounts behind her. They ride back a little behind all the others for a final few private moments to revel in their new status.

"Maybe later I can teach you how to ride…"

"Hak!" Yona smacks his arm. Whenever there's an awkward silence, he still makes his perverted jokes. He may be her husband now, but he's still the same guy.

"What? I don't know what you think I meant."

"You're not cute at all."

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Today was a new level, even for you."

Yona blushes and wraps a hand around his on a rein. She smiles at the contact.

"I cried so much."

"You cried so much."

She smacks him again, "I saw you cry, too, Tough Guy."

"Princess, I love you more than I can handle."

Touched, smiling, "I'm glad we did this once we knew. Waiting would have been torture."

"It's already been torture."

They can see the lights of the great hall ahead and hear the music.

"There's a room for us tonight. Simple, but private."

Yona gives his hand a squeeze.

"I can't wait."

The feast is incredible - meats, vegetables, breads, fine alcohol - everyone in the Wind Tribe is amazed at the quality of the dinner Mundok is throwing. Yona and Hak stay separated, but are constantly glancing at one another through the crowd. Perhaps holding eyes a second too long, but thinking only about each other. Distracted by the profundity of the afternoon and the promise of the night.

Both men and women comment on how gorgeous the princess looks, almost in disbelief she didn't just arrive from the palace. Her beauty is only enhanced by her spirit being as lively as it's ever been - she's jubilant this evening.

When Yona is bent over receiving a sweet kiss from little Tae-Yeon, she notices Hak watching her again. Her eyes sparkle when they meet his. How will they ever keep their love a secret? She wonders if it's all over their faces. Inside, the feeling fills every inch of her. Warm, hopeful.

As many eat dessert, Jae-Ha sits next to Han-Dae.

"So I hear you're the fastest around. I wonder if we should compete?"

No answer. Jae-Ha looks up and notices Han-Dae's line of sight - he's watching Hak watch Yona.

"You know those two pretty well, right?" Han-Dae asks.

"Sure."

"Is there more than meets the eye?"

Jae-Ha raises his eyebrows as he considers how to answer this one. Damn it, they are not doing a good job with the secret romance thing so far.

"Whatever would make you ask that? It's his job to watch her, after all."

"It was probably nothing, but recently I saw them-"

"She's my lover."

Han-Dae turns to Jae-Ha, eyes wide, "WHAT?"

"The princess and I. So I would appreciate it if you wouldn't spread any rumors about she and anyone - myself or otherwise."

Jae-Ha quickly rises, his face red from a lie that may have not been OK to tell, but what was he supposed to say?! He walks to inform Hak when someone grabs his arm.

"We should talk," Mundok tells, not asks.

Meanwhile, Yona watches Ik-Soo and Yun catching up at the side of the room. Yun is glowing.

"To this most auspicious of days," Kija lifts a cup to toast Yona. She turns and smiles brightly at his acceptance, clinks, and drinks with him. But as she lowers her cup, she sees a soaked and solemn messenger approaching.

"Princess?"

"...yes. Who are…?"

"A messenger from the palace. I have an urgent letter for you - sent from the king."

After handing her the letter, he hurries back on his way. Yona stands in shock, then drops the letter as though it could burn her hands.

"Yona!" Kija grabs it from the floor, "What is this?"

"I have no idea what it could be."

"Then allow me to open it first."

Yona nods as Zeno and Shin-Ah gather discreetly to observe what's going on and to get her out of there quickly if that's what becomes required.

Once it's opened, Kija is perplexed. What he's looking at doesn't seem to have meaning, "It's… a ribbon and a hairpin."

Yona's breathing quickens, just short of hyperventilation. She closes her eyes to prepare herself, then, "Let me see."

Kija hands her the objects that were enclosed in the blank paper. She recognizes the meaning immediately, "This isn't from Soo-Won. It's a warning. From Min-Soo," the ribbon is the same as the boy always wears, sending it was a method they had agreed upon if a warning would ever be necessary, "Soo-Won found the hairpin I traded to Ogi for help," the one enclosed isn't the one Soo-Won surely has, but the meaning it symbolizes is definite to Yona, "Soo-Won would almost certainly recognize the hairpin Ogi had. He gave it to me that day…," her breathing quickens once more.

"Miss, should we take you out of here?" Zeno offers.

"No, no… not from my own… no, I should, I should tell Hak," she rises, a little shaky, leaving the letter and objects behind, and heads toward her husband across the room who's engaged in a heated conversation with Tae-Woo.

Once she's near, she can hear them. She slips behind a pillar the second she realizes what it's about-

"It's too ominous - it feels like a death dinner!"

"That's ridiculous. You're being superstitious, Idiot."

"Why would Gramps throw a farewell dinner with the best of everything when he's usually so stingy? There's only one explanation - he thinks you're gonna die."

"I'm not gonna die. The princess needs me."

"The Wind Tribe needs you. A lot of people can be her bodyguard. But nobody can be what you are to this tribe, Lord Hak."

"No one else can be her bodyguard."

"That's not true - and you shouldn't be her bodyguard anymore after refusing Soo-Won's offer to return to the general post."

"What?"

"I thought you and Gramps talked about it? Soo-Won offered to set his personal feelings aside after Xing and let you come back. He knows as well as anyone how good you are for Kouka and for the Wind."

Hak's expression tightens, "You listen to me, don't ever trust that guy, you hear?"

"Why not? You say you don't, but you do."

Hak is shaking his head in disbelief at Tae-Woo.

"But since you're sticking with her, even though she's probably not in much danger, it's a promised death for you by the king."

Too. Much. Yona has to stop this conversation, she's feeling too many things right now. She slips around the pillar and approaches Hak, who's still trying to drive home some point to Tae-Woo. So she reaches up to touch Hak's arm, which shocks him, along with the seriousness of his conversation, so he instinctively bats her hand away.

The memory of the night she reached up to Soo-Won after she confessed her love for him and he batted her hand reaching up toward him away flashes through her mind.

She stands in utter shock staring at nothing, tears in her eyes, then suddenly she's walking. She walks and walks, out the door and into the rain. She has a hand to her chest as she tries to breathe. She's desperately trying to catch her breath. The sky is gray, the rain steady. She didn't even bring a cloak. Her beautiful kimono is getting all wet, ruined. Soo-Won haunting her, even here, even today. She's hyperventilating.

She needs to calm down.