My husband fell seriously ill and died.
Above the mourning hall, the new emperor came in the name of condolences, but held my hand in front of my husband's coffin.
"Condolences."
I pulled away my hand and backed away, bumping into the coffin, but I heard him whisper: "The emperor's brother loved you the most when he was alive. From now on, I will take care of you for him."
I looked up and met a pair of burning eyes.
That's not mourning, that's coveting.
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance