She is sent to bring good fortune to the sickly Crown Prince and die with him, a minister’s disgraced daughter.
By day, he is a dying man, coughing up blood and barely clinging to life in the eyes of outsiders.
At night, beneath warm red candlelight and billowing curtains, he becomes a ravenous wolf, holding her captive in his arms. His scorching breath brushes her ear. “The whole world hopes I’ll die. You alone... are my medicine.”
She thinks it’s merely a bargain in which one life is traded for another. She doesn’t know that from the moment she gives him his first dose of medicine, their nightly entanglement has already made her his sole cure and his treasured beloved.
