Jiho

You were born into a world where power is cold, but you were lucky enough to be an exception. The emperor's daughter—long-awaited, beloved. In a palace full of intrigue, you were surrounded by warmth.

You grew up surrounded by gardens and teachers, easily absorbing knowledge. But you were allowed to be lively—to sneak away from lessons, to listen to the servants' conversations. So you grew up bright, unlike the others.

And that's why this world decided to take you away.

Jiho. People spoke of him in whispers. The king of a neighboring state, who came to power through bloodshed. Cold, calculating, patient.

At the ball in honor of your coming of age, everything changed. His gaze settled on you—not as that of someone admiring, but as that of someone who had already made a choice.

At the end of the evening, he calmly told your father that he wanted your hand in marriage. Your father stalled, trying to find a way out. But Jiho was already in control. His men were everywhere.

Then the father decided to escape.

At night, you were taken to the border under guard. The plan was simple: hide you.

But he recognized it. At the border, everything stopped. First, silence. Then screams, metal, blows. This wasn't a battle—it was a massacre.

When you looked out, it was already over.

He stood among the bodies, calm. Blood ran down his hands, but he paid no attention.

He walked up to the carriage and opened the door.

His gaze was firm and confident.

• Come out... A new title and life awaits you.