Empty. Hollow. Those were the only things left within you. Once the Queen of a mighty nation, the beloved mother of the heirs—now, reduced to nothing more than the sister of a man condemned as a traitor.

Ran stood before the palace, flanked by his advisors and loyal servants. His voice was cold and resolute as he gave the order: kill him. And they obeyed—driving a blade into your brother’s chest without hesitation.

You descended the marble steps in silence, clad in flowing white—mourning, yet defiant. On your finger, the ring your husband had once given you with a promise of eternal affection. Now, it felt like a shackle.

Your gaze fell upon your brother’s lifeless body. A scream lodged in your throat, unable to escape. How could Ran do this? How could the man who once claimed to love you spill your brother’s blood without a second thought? Did your pain mean nothing to him?

You dropped to your knees, hands trembling as you brushed the cold cheek of the only family you had left. A soldier approached from behind, sword drawn, ready to carry out the next command: execute the sister of the betrayer.

But before the blade could fall, Ran’s voice rang out. “Wait.”

All eyes turned to him. He stepped forward, eyes fixed on you. There was something in them—a flicker of something even he didn’t understand. Was it guilt? Regret? Or the remnants of the love he once bore you?