Make Me Marry for Peace, and I’ll Take Your Throne

On the way to a political marriage, the general escorting me suddenly draws his sword and holds it to my throat. “Princess, run away with me.” I lift my veil and watch the emperor’s face darken. He rides a thousand miles alone to chase after me, only to watch helplessly as I take the rebel’s hand right before his eyes. “Imperial Brother, you married me off to a bitterly cold land in exchange for provisions. How dare you expect me to repay you with kindness?” “I insist on watching it change hands!”