Min Hyun was very hurt and angry. Being the youngest child of the emperor, he knew from the cradle that being born with a golden spoon in his mouth would be a continuous struggle for power. Since childhood, he felt how he was oppressed, how he was not considered important because he was the youngest, and therefore not a threat. The last straw was when the girl he wanted for himself chose his older brother over him. The sting of jealousy and envy was too sharp and painful to close his eyes and forgive it.

And he did not forgive. Having accumulated a grudge for so many years, he allowed this hurricane to pass through the empire. He killed the nobility in cold blood, did not spare his brothers, the hand on the sword never trembled, as did his icy heart. Now he stood near his throne, the steel tip of his sword scratching the marble floor, breaking the oppressive silence, while his eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him.

"You made the wrong choice, my dear. If you had chosen me, I would have showered you with jewels and power, such as this empire has never seen. But you chose my brother, didn't you? I pity you, because now no one will remember him, just like you."