“You have no idea how repulsed I was every time the Empress limped toward me…Or how pathetic those wretched scars of hers made me feel.”
For reasons as cruel and shallow as those, the Emperor callously abandoned his Empress in the middle of a vicious blizzard, all while holding a sword still dripping with the blood of her family and dearest friends.
In the midst of the biting, swirling snow, Roselyn found herself left completely alone within a world fading into brilliant white, and she willingly chose to accept death. She had no reason left to go on living—no family, no friends, and not a shred of desire remained.
Laying her freezing body down on the icy ground, she watched the pure white snowflakes painted across the pitch-black night sky. The agonizing cold quickly began to numb her senses, and just as she thought that dying frozen like this wouldn’t be so bad after all, a man suddenly appeared.
“Exiled to die, yet you lie there as if you still command this entire field of snow,” the man scoffed.
It was Tamon Krasis, the enemy nation’s grand general.
“That life of yours… if you are simply throwing it away, I will gladly steal it and run,” he declared. “From this moment on, you belong to me, Empress.”
And with that, he carried the abandoned woman away into the night.
