The Poison of Flowers

The ideal man she had dreamed of all her life appeared before her eyes. A man who holds the reigns of power over a king who is nothing more than a puppet.

Despite his untouchable status and rank, Asrilla was already married, to a loving husband. She deliberately looked away, turned away as hard as she could, and told herself it was nothing more than a fantasy.

Each time the man, who was too noble to be in her humble mansion, stopped by to discuss business with her husband, even when his eyes were locked on hers and refused to budge, she ignored him and simply cheered for her husband’s lucky success in catching his eye.

Until one day, when she entered his mansion for some reason, it suddenly dawned on her.

It is a trap. One I could never escape.