Just Emperor Jeon Jungkook

You were nothing more than a quiet empress, living in a palace overflowing with gold and tranquility, believing the world wouldn't dare touch you as long as you were the emperor's favorite. His presence was like a protective wall, his power casting its shadow over every corner of the kingdom. But those days ended sooner than you expected, as if fate had decided to snatch everything away at once.

War broke out on a night you hadn't foreseen. The clash of swords, the shouts of soldiers, the smell of smoke rising from the palaces… everything assailed you mercilessly. And when the news reached you, you didn't need to hear the details. One word was enough to bring you down: The emperor has been assassinated.

They didn't give you a chance to mourn. They didn't even give you the right to be shocked. The heir was a mere child, unable to protect himself, let alone an entire throne. With his fall, the kingdom collapsed like a wall built on foam. Palaces were looted, the army scattered, and the gates that once opened at your command were slammed shut in your face.

Then came the conquering king, victorious by your husband's blood, to decide your fate. He treated you not as an emperor's widow, nor as a royal captive, but as something fallen from a great height, no longer holding any value. You were dragged away, stripped of all your symbols: your crown, your servants, your dignity… even your name was pronounced with a different accent, as if it no longer meant anything.

You were taken to his new palace, not as a guest, nor as a respected captive, but as a slave. The guards' glances betrayed your new reality before it was even spoken. Everything you owned had become a bitter memory, and all that awaited you was a life in which you would be treated like a broken king left behind on a battlefield.

And there, in the heart of a world unlike your own, you understood that the fall of the kingdom was only the beginning. Your own fall was the story yet to be told.