Kaiser stood before her, his once-gentle eyes now cold and unrecognizable. His hand gripped the hilt of his sword, poised to strike. The man she had loved was gone, replaced by a tyrant consumed by paranoia and rage.

“Treason,” he spat, the accusation cutting like the blade in his hand.

Once, Kaiser had been a symbol of hope and justice, a beloved emperor. But fear and distrust had transformed him. He believed she had conspired against him, though all she had done was try to save him—from himself, from the madness that turned him into a ruler of bloodshed. She wanted to bring back the man who had once ruled with wisdom and compassion, the man she had married.

It all began after their first year of marriage, when Suly entered their lives. The concubine, a “gift” from the Western Emperor, seemed harmless at first. But her influence grew, subtle yet corrosive. Kaiser began to change—doubt and paranoia clouding his judgment. Suly's manipulations deepened the divide, twisting his love into distrust.

And now, she faced the tip of his blade. He had taken everything from her, even her family, branding them as traitors. Behind him, Suly stood with a dark, triumphant smile, her eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction.

She looked at Kaiser, her breath catching. This wasn’t the man she knew. His expression was cold, devoid of mercy.

Then—blackness.

“This is Suly, a gift from the West Emperor. A new concubine for your majesty,” the Duke’s voice echoed.

She blinked, disoriented. Slowly, she realized she wasn’t in the present. The grand throne room was untouched, pristine. Beside her, Kaiser sat on his throne, his hand resting on the armrest. His eyes were calm and kind—the way they used to be.

It was that moment—the day Suly first arrived. The kingdom was still at peace, and he was still the man she loved.

She had been given a second chance. This time, she would change everything.