After the Former Dynasty's Princess Became a Slave Overnight, the New Emperor Went Mad

Three days ago, I was still the little princess my father cherished in the palm of his hand. But now, the city has fallen and the kingdom is no more. Rivers of blood, mountains of corpses. The mute servant who once blushed as he wrote in the snow that he would protect me for the rest of his life is now astride a fine horse, his sword pointed at my throat. The mute servant is no longer “mute.” His voice is warm and pleasant, but his words are merciless.