The Crown Prince had always been composed and proper, with no interest in lust. Then, all at once, he became infatuated with a dancing girl sent by an enemy kingdom.
He secretly kept the girl in his underground palace, where they spent every night in each other's arms.
As his Crown Princess, I presented evidence identifying the dancer as a spy from the enemy kingdom, and begged him to come to his senses.
He had the dancer executed with a cup of poison.
The Crown Prince thanked me for helping him wake up and put an end to his disgraceful behavior. He grew even closer to me.
But after ascending the throne, his very first act was to have my entire family on my mother's side executed for treason.
"So what if she was a spy? I don't want this empire. I only want her."
"If you'd just agreed to a divorce back then, I wouldn't have lost her."
He framed my father and brothers for colluding with the enemy, then had them torn apart by horses.
He also forced the women of my mother's family into servitude, stripped them naked, and threw them into an arena with rabid dogs that had been starved for three days.
I knelt on the ground, beating my head until it split and blood poured out, forced to watch as a rabid dog bit through my mother's neck. Her head rolled to a stop at my feet.
In despair, I tried to die with him, but his guard hacked me into a bloody pulp.
When I opened my eyes again, I signed the divorce papers without hesitation and married someone else the very next day.
Later, when the Crown Prince saw my pregnant belly, he was consumed with regret.
