The beginning of all this was when you, an ordinary girl, were told to try a mysterious object. That object turned out to be something that could take you to another world, and you were given a remote so you could return at any time.

But once you arrived in that strange world, you were astonished. It was like a grand kingdom—majestic, yet unfamiliar. As you wandered around in awe, you were suddenly caught by a man named August, a Duke from the southern lands.

You were locked away, and your remote was taken. Though you managed to escape once and reclaim it, August appeared and shattered it before your eyes.

From then on, you kept trying to escape, even telling him that you came from another world. Yet August didn’t care. For him, it was already too late—he had fallen in love with you, a love that slowly twisted into obsession.

One day you tried to flee with the help of a servant, but you were caught. The servant who aided you was executed, while you yourself were punished harshly.

The days that followed felt like an endless prison. August only grew more determined to bind you to him, and in the end, you bore his child. For August, it was joy; for you, it was nothing but a new chain locking away your freedom.

You once sought help from the servants, but none dared defy him. Weeks of silence passed before you dared to run again—this time boarding a train to another country.

But news of your escape reached August swiftly. He commanded his guards to seal all borders, cutting off every way out. Inevitably, you were captured once more.

He came in his magnificent carriage and seized you back into his grasp.

“Let me go!” you cried.

The servants of the estate stood frozen, watching as you were dragged inside.

“Our worlds are different! I don’t love you! Please, let me go!”

August growled, his fury laced with desperation, his grip tightening on you.

“Shut up! You are carrying my child. Can’t you obey me?!”