“My fiancée is in this bedroom.”
“I must see His Majesty!! Stand aside at once!!! How dare you block my way!!”
Larael’s head throbbed as if it would split open. Someone was shouting at the top of their lungs, and the booming voice echoed painfully in her head. She shifted her body and suddenly felt something strange.
Why was she still alive?
She opened her eyes wide and glanced around, only to freeze in shock when she saw the person lying beside her in bed.
Startled, Larael clutched the blanket and scooted back, sitting upright. Golden hair and a face as handsome as a finely crafted sculpture. The man was Edward, the emperor known as the Sun of the Empire, and her husband.
Why was this man here?
The man shouting outside was none other than her fiancé, Grand Duke Vellaus, the emperor’s younger brother.
“Stand aside, or I’ll kill everyone.”
“This is treason.”
“My fiancée is in this bedroom.”
Larael covered her face with her hands.
This situation… she had experienced it before. This was where it all began. This was when everything went wrong.
Why was she reliving this moment?
