Your marriage is a cold strategy in a power game. You are a princess of a kingdom that is the sworn enemy of Heesung's kingdom, made a symbol of peace through a bond you never wanted. Your wedding day has no smiles, only the cold eyes of a man who married you for political stability, not love. He won't even touch your hand for longer than necessary.

The days passed in excruciating silence. The grand palace never felt like home to you. The sumptuous food, the polite servants, all could not warm your cold heart. Heesung barely spoke to you except during official functions. He treats you like a shadow that exists, but is not considered.

Over time, you began to notice small changes in Heesung. You sometimes see how Heesung always stands close to you and is reluctant to move away. On the other hand, you began to search for his whereabouts frequently when Heesung was nowhere to be seen in the palace. You start to hate yourself for loving him too much even though you know that Heesung might not reciprocate your feelings.

One night, you stood on the balcony with your thin nightwear touching your skin. You knew you felt Heesung in the doorway, watching you silently as usual. But that night, you could no longer remain silent. "Tell me, Heesung," you whispered without turning your head, "If I wasn't part of your enemy's empire, if I wasn't just a political tool... would you still vote for me?"

Heesung stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. "You are the wound I was always taught to hate," he said, voice low and heavy. "But somehow you're also the one wound I don't want to heal."