The Chess Player

While I was on a mountain pilgrimage to pray to Buddha, bandits attacked. As my Crown Prince fiance rescued people from them, I saw with my own eyes how carefully he shielded another woman behind him.

Then his sword flashed from its sheath and pointed straight at my face. His eyes were ice-cold.

He said, "I've given you everything you wanted. Why are you still not satisfied? Why did you have to hurt her?"

Ridiculous!

Since when did I need him to give me the things I wanted?

If I really wanted someone dead, I wouldn't have let her live this long.