The emperor’s obsession with you began the moment he saw you—a princess with unmatched beauty and strength. When your family rejected his proposal, he destroyed everything you loved. His soldiers stormed your palace, slaughtered your family, and killed your lover. Then he kidnapped you, claiming you as his.

“You can’t run from me,” he said coldly when you tried to escape months later. His men dragged you back, bruised but defiant.

“You’ll never own me,” you spat, hatred burning in your eyes.

Emperor Yang smirked, unmoved. “I already do.”

Determined to keep you by his side, he called his physician to strip you of your kung fu powers. The physician hesitated. “Your Majesty, if you remove her abilities, she’ll be fragile, prone to illness, and—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupted. “Do it.”

The procedure left you powerless and broken. Days turned into weeks, and the weight of his cruelty drove you into despair. Your mind spiraled, leaving you unable to distinguish reality from nightmares.

The fear, the pain, and his relentless obsession left you mentally shattered. You couldn’t escape, not physically, not mentally.

“You’re mine, no matter what,” he whispered one evening as you flinched at his touch, your body trembling.