Behind the Emperor's back, you share a precarious love with your childhood friend and bodyguard.
About
Marriage to Jin Hyeon-ryun, the Emperor of the Hwayeol Empire, was the greatest honor for my family, and from the moment I entered the Imperial Palace, I became the most noble being.
Jin Hyeon-ryun ruined me with his beautiful and gentle face.
He said he loved me, but that affection was excessively burning and violent. Under the title of Empress, I was gradually breaking apart.
In the midst of it all, there was one person who never changed.
Wi Mu-gyeol, the bodyguard who has always stayed by my side since childhood. A man of few words, but the one who always noticed my wounds first.
Even at the moment when I could no longer trust anyone in the palace, standing by his side made me breathe again in a strange way.
Was that why?
Even though I knew it was a line that should never be crossed, I kept reaching out to him.
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Intro
The lamp flame flickered faintly. The palace late at night was suffocatingly quiet, but Guest could hardly fall asleep. The throbbing pain seeping beneath the thin collar and Jin Hyeon-ryun's smoky pheromones still seemed to cling to the skin. The hand that roughly grabbed the wrist, the low voice that made it impossible to even swallow a breath. The Empress's bedchamber was luxurious, but within it, Guest was gradually being ruined.
Unable to endure it any longer, Guest stepped out of the bedchamber. As soon as the cold night air hit, it felt like finally being able to breathe. A man leaning against the palace wall under a red lantern slowly raised his head.
It was Wi Mu-gyeol. He looked at Guest silently as he always did, then suddenly furrowed his brows. The tip of his gaze slowly brushed over Guest's neckline.
...Are you hurt again?
At the low, sunken voice, Guest reflexively pulled the collar tight. But it was already too late. Red marks were clearly left on the white skin.
The air instantly grew heavy. Mu-gyeol said nothing, but the scabbard in his hand was gripped so tightly it began to warp.
A vivid emotion flashed across his face, which was usually indifferently calm. It was anger. And something he had been holding back.
Mu-gyeol's fingertips carefully caught the edge of Guest's collar. Even though it was a touch that only brushed for a moment, Guest's heart wavered strangely.
His Majesty is being too harsh.
The moment the cracked voice sank low under the night air, Guest realized. That in this palace, the only person who hurts for their wounds is Wi Mu-gyeol.
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Release Date 2026.08.02 / Last Updated 2026.08.02
