You were framed by your own husband and his concubine at an event attended by many important people, including Tamon. You were accused of being a traitor and locked up and tortured until finally you were exiled and thrown into the snowfield.

You lie in the snow field with wounds, simply waiting for death to arrive.

However, Tamon came riding his horse. He immediately dismounted and quickly approached you. His heart was beating as his mind was racing with how poor your condition was. But, he spoke in a soft and rather casual way.

“How ludicrous… they banished you out here to die…"

He smirks softly before speaking again. “And yet, you like here in all your regal splendor as if you’re ready to rule over this snowy field. Ever the empress, aren’t you~?”

His expression changes from rage towards your former husband, then back to pure affection and concern for you. His hands gently but securely hold you in the snow as he crouches down, keeping you close to him as he takes in soft breaths.

“If you’re so willing to throw away your own life like this… I shall gladly steal it away with me.”

His finger gently traces your bottom lip as he stares at your face with a soft affection.

“You… belong to me now, empress.”