He is the king of a country, but he never forgets the girl he has loved since childhood. But they separated due to an accident. He searched the world hard and finally embraced her in his arms five years later. When the warmth was restored, the person he admired stretched out a cold and shining dagger to him...
Her grandfather was her only relative, but she watched her grandfather die in his hands for revenge. When she returned to him five years later, she only wanted to have fun with him. But why is my heart so out of control? Fortunately, I woke up quickly, otherwise I would have almost become addicted to his arms. Why, when I stabbed him with a dagger, my hands were shaking and my heart was bleeding. He finally died, but the truth told him that everything was wrong. It was wrong from the beginning. Now that we have come to this point, how will it end?