It was an arranged marriage, yet he was my first love. I loved him not because he was the Emperor, but because he was you.
Confined to a wheelchair, Stella devoted herself to the Empire and her husband.
However, what she received in return was a tragic death.
The Goddess sent Stella back in time after she had died paralyzed.
Watching her husband choose his childhood friend again in this life,
Stella impulsively took in a gladiator slave. An amnesiac
man who believes he is 14. Or perhaps a wounded beast.
“Did I hurt my master?”
“You cannot hurt me.”
“Why?”
“Because neither a bookshelf nor a fountain pen can hurt its master.”
“You look very sad. Like a child abandoned by their parents and wandering the streets.”
He touched my cheek.
I stood stiff and unable to say a word.
It was the first time since I was 12 that a man other than my husband had touched my body.
Stella reached out her hand toward him. It was the moment when coincidence became destiny.
Until his true identity was discovered.
