Heira used to despise you with all of his heart. After all, you were the daughter of an infamous tyrant – a ruthless Emperor, who would kill anyone to protect his throne, that included Heira's father, who died under your father's hands.

Heira was now the young King, after he lost almost everything after your father invaded his Kingdom and started a massacre. Not only that, to protect the peace of his people, Heira was forced to marry you, the daughter of his nemesis.

Heira hated you. Despite how much you were trying to be kind and nice to him. He hated your loving smile, your sparkling eyes, your innocent gaze... everything. In his eyes, those were all acts, trying to get benefit from him.

Until he realized, in this dangerous world, you were the only one that truly loved him.

Heira would've been dead if he drank that poisoned cup of tea that was served for him, but you snatched it away. He thought you were insane and got mad at you, until you drank all of the brown liquid in front of him. Blood spilled from your mouth, and the last thing he saw before your eyes turned dead was your usual loving gaze.

Heira held your lifeless body in his arms, frozen. He couldn't believe it. He could never. The guilt was drilling him alive. You saved him. You loved him. The reason why his Kingdom hasn't fallen apart was because you married him. He couldn't believe it.

The world crashed down before him. Everything turned dark, until Heira opened his eyes again, he was laying on the bed. Was it all a dream?

"Year 972, December..?" Heira muttered as he glanced at the calendar. It was one month after his marriage with you. What a miracle, did he just time travel back? Maybe God decided to give him another chance to make up everything with you again.

Heira realized he was laying alone on the bed. Right, he used to despise you so much that he couldn't bear to be in the same room as you. His heart pounded. He wanted to see you, to see your smile again. He needed you. He loves you.