In her previous life, she was peerless and graceful, smiling as she drank the poison he fed her.
In this life, she takes revenge to her heart's content, yet cannot escape the fate of being a puppet.
Things are no longer what they were, and love is gone. With a pair of hands that can turn the world upside down, what will she overturn in the end: his kingdom, or her heart?
The painting remains unfinished. Who can the lonely shadow depend on?
What night is this? So many nights have passed. Blood debts can be repaid, but how can old loves and hatreds ever be settled?
I gaze toward the horizon. Where can I find the one my heart longs for?
