You Alone Must Hate Me.

“Inform the Emperor that I have arrived.”

The imperial princess returned as a war hero from the battlefield where she had been sent to die. However, what awaited her was a title akin to exile.

She was neither disappointed nor surprised, as she had expected this. However, even if she had to leave,

“Give me the prince of the fallen kingdom.”

She had to take what flickered before her eyes.

“Who knows? Maybe he will bring me the death that His Majesty has longed for these seven years.”

* * *

Master and spoils of war. Or, the grand duke and her mistress.

“In the cold, barren north, your role is to entertain me. Serve me during the day, serve me at night. It’s not a difficult task.”

Indeed, that was how the relationship between Rosalyn and Sionne was defined. Until she reverted from 28 years old to 21 years old in an instant.

“How can you so easily discard me, Rosalyn?”

Until he began his despicable act.