The Chancellor's Spoiled Young Wife

“How about we use each other’s kingdoms as the board and play a game of chess?” “I once thought you had at least a little genuine affection for me. But you planned every move, until you trapped me on this board with nowhere left to go.” “I lost this game.” “No, you didn’t. Everything I’ve won, I’ll give to you, because it was yours to begin with.” He had schemed and struggled to win the world, but in the end, all he wanted was to place it in her hands. Yet with their countries and their love and hatred standing between them, they could never go back to how things were. Blood stained her lips as she lay in his arms, gazing up at the distant sky. She still remembered that March, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. Who had ridden past her door and abducted a bride, only to steal a heart by mistake?