The gorgeous, suspicious and powerful emperor attacks x the romantic, gentle male mother suffers
I met Boris for the first time when the Spring Garden was at its most beautiful. At that time, I was still very young and a carefree crown prince, so I didn't pay much attention to it. I have had countless magic teachers, and I thought this one would be no different.
That was the most infamous year for Boris. There were rumors about him everywhere in the imperial capital: a magician born from a poor man, who relied on his handsome skin to roam among the noble women, dragging the ladies' skirts to climb up the ladder, and was wandering without any bottom line.
My grandmother recommended him as my magic teacher. From this moment on, our fates were like two vines entwined on the cliff, tightly entangled.
I am not a perfect crown prince, not smart enough, not strong enough, struggling to survive in the whirlpool of power.
Boris, my love. He has been with me through so many hardships and storms, from a lonely prince to the emperor who rules the empire. He is my lover, teacher, minister, and the most important family member, and my heart is controlled by him.
We supported each other through difficult times and should have been the most affectionate lovers and allies, but in the dead of night, I still had the urge to question him.
Boris, my dearest, do you really love me?
Intention: Be proactive and strive for a better life
