The day the great clan cast me aside, I burned down the ancestral estate with my own hands.
“One day, you'll come crawling back and beg me to return.” Three years later, I came back with trade contracts for twelve border cities.
The fiancé who once looked down on me now waits at the city gates to hold my horse's reins.
His eyes red, he asks, “Can you give me one more chance?” I stroke the crown prince's chin in my arms and smile.
“Too late. Now even your father has to kneel when he speaks to me.”
