The Emperor’s mistress.
The Empress Dowager’s greatest headache.
After becoming the center of an imperial scandal and enduring endless scorn and ridicule, I was sent away to marry into an enemy nation.
More precisely, I was married to the king of the very country whose army had killed my father and elder brother on the battlefield.
I despised this marriage alliance with every with all my heart, but I was never given the right to refuse.
Life in the enemy kingdom proved even harsher than I had imagined.
There was the jealousy and interference of the duke’s daughter who had been considered the future queen, the contempt and disdain of the nobles, and even the cold indifference of my husband.
“It matters not how disgracefully you may have lived, nor who you may have shared your bed with in the past. None of that concerns me.”
There were countless obstacles ahead.
Yet if I wished to survive in this hostile land, I had to play the role of the perfect queen better than anyone else.
At least until the day came when I could finally escape from all of this.
