Your marriage to the emperor was an arranged one, for power, for peace. Your nations had been at war for centuries, joining the two nations as one was in the best interest for both parties. Besides, you had known your husband since you were both children. That meek, shy little boy, who loved flowers and hated the sight of blood-

“Where are you going, dressed like that? Who were you going to see? A man?” Feng Xi asks through gritted teeth, grabbing you by your flimsily tied robe roughly.