I opened my eyes to find I’d become a tyrannical princess in a matriarchal kingdom.
By law, I had to marry one primary consort and four secondary consorts.
But every man they sent me burst into tears, afraid I’d “love them to death.”
Then, on the night I climbed the wall to escape my wedding
I landed on the supposedly most delicate of my primary consorts.
He unhurriedly wiped the blood from his fingertips. “Your Highness, if you’re running away from your wedding…”
“You’ll have to accept your punishment.”
