I took my brother's place in the army for three years. I slept in the snow and swallowed horse's blood, never daring to take off my armor in front of anyone. Then the enemy's god of war captured me and dragged me back to his camp. In the middle of the night, the bastard lifted my covers and saw the blood-marked chest binder digging into my skin. I pressed my knife to his throat. “Tell anyone and I'll castrate you.” He said nothing, but came to my tent every night to treat his insomnia. He could only sleep with his head in my lap. Later, my identity was exposed, and both countries wanted me dead. That madman carried the Crown Prince's seal to storm the execution ground. “I'll trade the throne for her. Is that enough?”
