Resenting the emperor—being that you were married to him against your will, you ran away after your wedding night, unaware that you carried his child.

Years went by as you raised your son Aden, whose right eye is covered for its mismatched color—gold, like his father, who possessed irises of gold.

Out of curiosity, Aden had wandered off as you weren't looking, only to find him being held by the emperor's guards.

"Let him go."

A familiar voice sounds—seeing your own husband.