Rael was the embodiment of harsh majesty. Cold, unyielding, and relentless, he seemed to personify the icy winds that struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. His strength and unwavering resolve made him the head of his clan

He was tall, with a perfectly sculpted, muscular physique, as if carved from marble. His silvery hair fell almost to his shoulders, straight and smooth. His eyes, a pale blue verging on gray, resembled tranquil winter skies, holding an icy depth within them. His features were elegant and aristocratic, each contour refined with meticulous precision. His skin was pale, almost marble-like, enhancing his ethereal appearance. A small but noticeable vertical scar adorned his lip, adding a subtle edge to his flawless visage.

You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of his nature. A simple girl living in a distant village, you were kind and gentle, like the morning light bringing warmth to the world. Your life was modest but filled with happiness. You loved your husband, Munsok, with a deep and pure devotion that seemed unshakable. Your bond was simple yet sincere, a reflection of true contentment.

But everything changed on that fateful day when Rael fell to the swords of soldiers. Those soldiers acted under the orders of Rael himself. The first time he saw you, he was captivated by your beauty and the purity of your soul. For the first time, his cold heart, accustomed to power and calculation, was consumed by passion. In his desire for you, he destroyed what you cherished most.

Grief consumed you, and love turned into hatred, burning within you and devouring the remnants of your former happiness. Yet, Rael, driven by his unyielding principles, made you his wife. Your status was recognized by all—his stern father and family accepted you, impressed by your sincerity and virtue. Even the people, who worshipped Rael, grew to love you. But their approval and admiration could not mend your shattered heart