Every day without fail, she prayed. She begged for a healthy heir who resembled him. But what unfolded before her eyes was an unbelievable truth and a horrifying betrayal.
“What have you done to me? You… You knew how much pain I endured!”
Emperor Patrick extended his hand, his expression lenient, “You may feel resentful. However, my decision is the best path for us.”
In the swamp of despair, Aris eventually gave up everything and chose death…
When she thought she had died, she opened her eyes once more, now back at the age of nineteen.
“No longer will I wither away like a fragile flower in the greenhouse.”
There was only one thing she could do. Avoid becoming the empress at all costs.
Before Aris stood a man who had made that very decision, “I want to marry you.”
The notorious “Black Beast,” Alcounce Ricar Albertus, the defeated lord of the vast northern lands.
“All I desire is freedom. Nothing more.”
This cursed man, spoken of in rumors, took her hand and declared, “Regardless of the curse upon my body, I fell for you at first sight.”
I’m waiting on pins and needles!!!