The soldier arranged by her father was her master, but there was always an edge in his eyes that did not belong to a soldier. Until the day when the enemy troops besieged the city, the person who had huddled in the corner of her boudoir stood on the top of the city wearing black armor, overlooking the thousands of troops approaching her. When the rain of arrows penetrated the sleeves she had shielded to protect him, he tore up the disguise with red eyes, and the phoenix seal appeared: "My queen, how can I allow others to hurt her even a little bit?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
