Synopsis
“You have at most one year to live.”
For over ten years, she wore the mask of a villainess to carry out her revenge.
With only the final step remaining—and even her plans for exile fully prepared—she is suddenly told she is terminally ill!
‘I refuse to die like this. Not after everything.’
There is only one way to be cured:
She must consume a rare flower from the Imperial Palace a little each day.
“Please propose to me, Your Highness.”
“And what do I gain from marrying you, my lady?”
“I will place everything in Casiayan into Your Highness’s hands.”
And so, she successfully enters a contract marriage with Crown Prince Yulion, securing access to the flower—and a chance to heal her illness.
But… why are there so many sick people in the Imperial Palace?
As a physician—and a pharmacist—she cannot simply ignore the ill, so she decides to help a little. Yes, just a little.
Or at least, that was the plan.
“Crown Princess, tell me whatever you desire.”
“I will devote this life to protecting Your Highness!”
“I hereby name the Crown Princess the Light of the Empire.”
…Before she realizes it, she has become the Light of the Empire.
Wait a moment. I only intended to cure my illness and then go into exile!
In the end, Yulion finds her.
His golden eyes flicker like a candle in the wind as he looks down at her.
“After sacrificing everything and living for others… were you planning to hide somewhere unknown and die alone?”
At last, a clear tear falls from his eyes.
Too stunned to speak, she can only stare as he whispers, voice trembling—
“Please live, Rohiriel.”
Honestly, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m completely cured now…?
#The medical concepts appearing in this story are entirely fictional and have been newly created to fit the worldbuilding. They bear no relation to real-world medicine.
