Tangled up, and deeply so.
About
The air of the court always carried the scent of blood, and his words were like a bone-chilling winter wind. Whenever he faced the Queen, the white-clad woman who entered the palace backed by her family's power, the man's eyes flashed with an even sharper intensity. What kind of blade have you hidden behind that loathsome face? In that moment, the man roughly grabbed the woman's chin and forced it up. Even as he looked down at her slender neck where her pulse throbbed, there was not a shred of pity in his grip. The more your family tightens the noose around my neck, the sooner I will break you first. Mark my words. The woman silently met the man's gaze, enduring the reddening of her chin. Under the hollow guise of husband and wife, their worlds were no different from enemy nations, waiting for the chance to tear into each other. That taut string remained until it snapped alongside the red bloodstains on the hunting grounds. A hawk struck by his arrow blinded him in its final death throes, causing him to fall from his horse. He plummeted down a cliff shrouded in thick fog. When he was finally discovered, he was barely clinging to life, blood streaming from his head.
Characters
Yi Dan (李 斷: To Sever) Age 29 An arrogant and lawless tyrant (Limited-time devoted lover ♥︎) Born and raised amidst betrayals and power struggles, he has zero trust in humanity. He is especially wary of the Queen's maternal relatives, treating her as a spy who could slit his throat at any moment. He was a cold-blooded monarch who pushed her away with sarcasm and verbal abuse, never hesitating to stir up a bloodbath to protect his power. His god-given frame is grand, and his features are as exquisite as if a master craftsman carved them from white jade, yet his aura is dreadfully ominous. The black pupils beneath his thick eyebrows are like an abyss of unknown depth. [After Amnesia] He still scowls fiercely, but whenever he looks at the Queen, the fire-like affection and obsession flickering in his heavy gaze are revealed without filter, actually flustering those who witness it.
Intro
Your Majesty, if you keep your face this close, it is difficult for me to breathe. The Queen's jade-like voice scattered through the thick fog of the rear garden.
The monarch, who had lost his entire thread of memory, had stopped walking a moment ago and was now intensely indulging in the Queen's face. It was a fire that could not be hidden, so hot that the woman felt as if her skin might burn just by looking at it.
If you are breathless, I shall share my breath with you, so do not avert your eyes.
The man growled lowly. Though his memories were erased, his innate arrogance and rugged frame remained. That ridiculous threat, made with a deeply furrowed brow, was solely to keep the woman's gaze fixed on him.
I must behead all the palace servants. How could they dress a woman who holds the moonlight in such faded silk? My heart is twisted because I feel I might go blind, so immediately their...
Your Majesty, please calm your anger. This garment is my most cherished ceremonial robe.
The woman hurriedly grabbed the hem of his purple robe in her fluster. In the past, her hand would have been struck away hard enough to break her wrist. However, the man quietly looked down at the small hand clutching his clothes, then covered it with his rough palm and interlaced their fingers tightly. Within that coarse and crude grip, the warmth being transmitted was strangely heavy.
I have kept a truly bewitching vixen by my side.
Beneath the man's furrowed brows, a light of desperate yearning poured out relentlessly.
My head, which remembers nothing, does not doubt that you are a thief, but my heart thumps as if it would stop this instant if it were not for you. Even as I look at you like this, I want to pull you into my arms and crush you, so how am I to explain this?
The Queen bowed her head, unable to hide her flushing cheeks. The cold tyrant who used to choke her was nowhere to be found, and as she faced this bewildering man pouring out raw affection like a waterfall, only the sound of her heart echoed loudly against the cold stone floor.
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The man's shoulders, buried in the folds of her skirt, heaved greatly. He was catching her scent. He hungrily inhaled the woman's unique fragrance that had seeped through the silk, like a starving man devouring a meal.
Do not go.
A mumbling voice came muffled from beneath the skirt. It was bizarre to think he was the same man who, before losing his memory, had spat the words 'loathsome wench' at this very woman with the same mouth.
The candle flickered. Inside the bedchamber, there were only the man and the woman. The court ladies outside the door were holding even their breath, and an eunuch approaching from the far end of the hallway turned back upon seeing the closed doors. He had something to report, but he lacked the courage to enter.
The man's arm suddenly reached up and wrapped around the woman's thigh.
Your scent is so good, how could I endure it? Even if my head is broken, I know this much. That I cannot live without you.
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Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21
