~Plot~
“Who else would dare put her lips to poison, dripping one drop at a time, just because she is thirsty?”
— Crown Prince Irip of Gunryung.
“Why must I be the one sent to Gunryung?”
The one chosen as the prince’s seventh concubine for the emperor—
Princess Yero of Hoan.
“The Crown Prince is truly noble—so noble he even plays the matchmaker for his father.
Why don’t you go ahead and arrange his wedding bed as well?”
Thrown into a hellish situation, Yero fights to survive.
So she arms herself with sharp defiance and strikes back at Irip.
“Not bad. I’ll consider it.”
The prince, who had always been cold toward her insolent attitude, starts to change little by little.
“Why? Are you worried people might gossip that I, the crown prince, lust after my father’s concubine?”
“Wh-what nonsense…!”
“If that worries you, then let’s just keep it our little secret.”
Later…
“This is troublesome.”
A low, rough male voice suddenly echoed through the cave.
Startled, Yero hurriedly tied back the knot she was about to undo.
“Ah, but maybe the one in trouble now… isn’t me anymore?”
Irip’s smooth, laughing voice lingered in the darkness around them.
