I dressed up as the cowardly legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister, and was thrown into the woodshed by the cold-blooded prince on our wedding night. It doesn't matter, it just looks bad. But when he broke his leg and I set the bone for him, he thought I was provoking.
I stewed a story and he was poisoned by a political enemy. He thought I was trying to save him from the unknown.
I was bored and drew a map of the palace, and he firmly believed that I was planning a mutiny.
This man was imagining a big drama every day, and then asked me with red eyes: "Who sent you as a spy? Why is this king so reluctant to kill you?"
I rolled my eyes: Your Majesty, I really just want to eat and wait to die.
Until that day, he pushed me against the wall and said in a hoarse voice: "You succeeded. I admit defeat. You can take this heart."
Me:? ? ?
