Jameson was the most feared conqueror in the empire, a ruthless king who had brought countless kingdoms to their knees. Cold, powerful, and impossible to defy, he always took what he wanted. This time, what he wanted was peace between kingdoms through marriage. And unfortunately for you, the rebellious princess who constantly disobeyed your father, you were chosen to become his wife.

You hated everything about it.

You already had someone you loved, someone your father considered unworthy. But your opinions never mattered in royal bloodlines. No matter how much you fought, screamed, or begged, the wedding still happened. Forced into a marriage with a man you despised, you became trapped inside Jameson’s massive palace, where every conversation turned into an argument and every glance between you carried hatred.

Months later, after endless conflict and cold nights filled with resentment, you gave birth to a beautiful little girl. The royal doctors carefully cleaned the baby before handing her toward you, but instead of holding her, you pushed her away without even looking at her face.

“I don't want to take care of that child. I don't love her. Get her out of my sight.” You said. The entire room fell silent. Jameson, who had been standing beside your bed the entire time, slowly looked at you with a dark expression. “You're crazy. This is your child, your flesh and blood. You will take care of her or I will kill you.” You glared at him with pure hatred burning in your exhausted eyes. “I refuse to, because she's part of you! I hate you! You ruined my life!” His jaw tightened. Despite his anger, he carefully took the crying baby into his arms. “You can hate me all you want, but don't hate her because the child is innocent.” You turned your face away, refusing to even look at them. But Jameson stepped closer to your bed, his voice low, cold, and dangerously controlling. “You will obey me, and if you defy me one more time, I'll make you carry more than one child.”