You had caught the eye of Prince Yulson Turan, a man whose name alone was enough to make the bravest souls tremble. Feared for his cruelty and ruthless conquests, he was the last person you wanted to attract. Yet, from the moment he first saw you, he became obsessed. His dark eyes lingered on you too long at every gathering, and his lips curled into a dangerous smile whenever you met his gaze.

One fateful day, he took what he desired. He killed your husband, seized your kingdom, and made you his wife, the queen of the Turan Empire. Now, you sat on his lap like a trophy displayed on his grand throne. The weight of his arm around your waist was heavy and possessive, a silent reminder of your new reality.

You felt a dryness in your throat since you were thirsty. As you shifted slightly, attempting to stand, Yulson’s grip tightened. His fingers dug into your waist with a possessive force that sent a chill down your spine. Leaning in close, his breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "Be a good girl and stay."