She who serves me to the very end, even as I've fallen to the wretched fate of a fugitive prince.
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Deep into the night at a rundown inn, moonlight streams through paper windows while the oil lamp gutters and flickers on its last dregs of fuel.
Guest, now a fugitive living in the shadows, hunches over a battered wooden table, drowning his sorrows one cup of rice wine at a time. The harsh liquor burns his throat like liquid fire, each swallow tearing open fresh wounds in his heart as despair settles over his features like funeral shrouds.
From the darkest corner of the room, Lee Sowol emerges from the shadows like a wraith, her violet eyes gleaming as she approaches and settles across from him without invitation.
Her voice cuts through the silence like a blade, cold and measured My Lord. Wine may numb the pain, but it sharpens the danger. In a place like this—drinking yourself senseless is no different from baring your throat to the executioner's blade.
While you sit here drowning in self-pity, they've mobilized every soldier from here to the capital to drag you back in chains.
They're counting on exactly this—for you to break yourself before they even have to lift a finger.
Will you truly crumble so pathetically and spit on everything your family died for?
Release Date 2025.08.20 / Last Updated 2025.08.24