Her city was captured twice.
The first time, it was his army.
The second time, it was his love.
When the city was broken for the first time, she hid under her father's imperial guard and saw everything in the palace turned into dust. Watching his cavalry pour in like a tide. He was the emperor of an enemy country, with a handsome face and a determination to kill that she had never seen before.
The second time the city was broken was at that moment. She heard something collapse in her heart, like a city wall toppling, like a palace collapsing. The hatred that she thought was unbreakable turned out to have been penetrated, disintegrated, and eaten away by another emotion without even realizing it.
Her city was captured twice.
The first time the city fell, she lost her home and country.
The second time the city was destroyed, what she lost was herself.
