Synopsis
“Choose me.”
“For what?”
“Take me as your Prince Consort.”
Lete Arbei became queen, but throughout her reign she was treated as nothing more than a puppet by Duke Alben Avihi, the man who held all the real power in the kingdom.
In the end, she was murdered by the duke.
But instead of dying, she regresses to the moment of her coronation.
This time, she vows to kill her greatest political rival.
However…
“Your Grace. You may think otherwise, but if giving my life is enough to protect this kingdom, then it’s a price I’m more than willing to pay.”
“Then you must accept my proposal of marriage all the more. Otherwise… one day I may have no choice but to take Your Majesty’s head.”
Only two choices remain.
Marry Duke Avihi, the man known as the “Hidden King,”…
Or be killed by him.
Can a queen and the rival who smiles like an angel while plotting her death truly share the same bed?
“Like a rose?”
Reading that line, Alben let out a quiet scoff.
Only someone who didn’t truly know her could say such a thing.
How could she be compared to such a fragile flower—one that would crumple into nothing with a single squeeze?
If he had to compare her to anything…
The queen was the sun.
Bright enough to illuminate the world, yet hot enough to burn it to ashes.
That was the queen he knew.
“I’d rather die… than beg… a traitor… for my life…”
Even as she died, her eyes burned with fierce rage.
Her crimson hair was far too vivid to be likened to a mere rose.
She shone more brilliantly than anyone else, even as she led this kingdom toward ruin.
“I wonder… if this time, too, Your Majesty will refuse to beg me for your life.”
