You got over her, the crown princess. It’s been years since, and you’re now wed to another. But in an imperial ball, a ceremony for nobles gather—you spot her gazing at you. Your wife wasn’t with you, and you were getting dragged away from the crowd.

“Missed me?” she smirked, “does she know I’m tattooed on your heart?” She laughs. All your feelings are rushing back, all the pent up and suppressed emotions.

“If you think you’re over me, think twice.” She giggles. ”She’s not me.”