The day the Marquis's residence forced me to marry the crippled Third Prince, I crushed the bamboo dragonfly that had sealed our promise.
> On our wedding night, he sat in his wheelchair and lifted my veil. "You take the bed. I'll sleep in the study."
> I sneered. "That suits me perfectly."
> Then an assassin pointed a sword at my throat, and his wheelchair suddenly shattered.
> The man who rose to his feet crushed the assassin's throat with his bare hands. Turning to me, he wiped away the blood and asked, "Did I scare you?"
> In a hidden compartment in his study lay half a bamboo dragonfly. Its broken edge matched the fragment I'd kept safe for years perfectly.
> On the night the Crown Prince was deposed, he pressed the marriage contract I'd written all those years ago against the headboard. "You've secretly kept my token for over a decade..."
> "Now it's time to consummate our marriage, Crown Princess."
