Summary
Ariella, the ill-fated Crown Princess who was locked away in a tower for ten years simply for being deemed ugly, was ultimately killed by her tyrant husband—only to find herself returned to the day of their wedding.
Though she desperately wishes to flee the empire, her family—who were killed by his hand—are still alive in this timeline. Even if it means stepping into the dragon’s maw, she has no choice but to go.
She boldly makes a proposal to the Crown Prince Dmitri, known as the ghost of the battlefield and the living hell of all who face him:
“I will make Your Highness into a sage ruler unlike any in history.”
Dmitri lets out a hollow laugh, as if the suggestion is utterly absurd. Unfazed, she walks to the window where he sits and stretches her arm toward the sky, where the setting sun burns with its final brilliance.
“O small sun that illuminates this empire—please, allow me to stand beside you in that glorious place.”
She decides to tame the ruthless tyrant.
For just five years.
At that moment, he grasped Ariella’s chin and forced her to face him.
“Don’t look anywhere else.”
“Pardon?”
“You should be looking at me. You like me, after all.”
“W-Well, that’s true, but surely I can look elsewhere a little—”
“No.”
He pressed a finger firmly beneath her eye before gently stroking the area. Even such a trivial touch made her breath hitch in her throat. His hand moved without mercy, eventually making its way to her slightly parted lips.
“You should only look at me. With that small mouth of yours, you clearly said you like me and want to stay by my side.”
