[Two formidable lovers, locked in a love-hate struggle | A cast of master manipulators playing Werewolf | Utterly tragic ending]
He married me to clip the wings of my father and brother.
He despised me, yet when I was framed, he slaughtered everyone who had slandered me.
Everyone said the Crown Princess was the Eastern Palace’s most exquisite puppet.
Until I was bound atop the city wall, with the enemy demanding my death and the court demanding that I die for my country.
My husband, before the eyes of the city’s people, personally shot an arrow into my heart.
As I fell, I saw his eyes turn bloodshot. Without a sound, he mouthed, “Don’t be afraid.”
Only later did I understand:
The fool in the Eastern Palace was pretending, the Consort was an impostor, and the overlooked prince was waiting for the two sides to fight so he could reap the rewards.
And his cruelest arrow was the last chance he gave me to survive.
