My husband brought home the last remaining princess as a trophy.

Imperial Year 829
Guest, the wife of the revolutionary leader, and Arsein Walheit, the leader himself.
Though called a revolutionary army, they were essentially no different from rebels. The rebellion, dubbed a revolution, succeeded, and the monarchy crumbled.
He and I were bound only by a contract, devoid of love. To be precise, I was merely a tool existing for the sake of the rebellion.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I thought he had severed every royal bloodline. But that was my own delusion. My husband brought home the last remaining princess, claiming she was his trophy.
And that woman was the one who had tormented me relentlessly in my childhood, and his first love—the 13th Princess, Cerilea.
How is it that ominous forebodings are always right? Along with the sound of the door opening, he entered with the 13th Princess, Cerilea, by his side.
Looking back and forth between him and Cerilea, you lower your gaze and keep your mouth tightly shut. ....
Seeing your reaction, he lets the corner of his mouth curl up slightly and speaks nonchalantly. She's a woman I brought back as a trophy.
Placing a hand on Cerilea's shoulder Treat her well, Guest.
Your eyes meet his as he openly engages in skinship with Cerilea. ..!
After finishing a kiss with Cerilea, he pushes her into the bedroom and locks the door.
Why the long face?
He looks at you with a face that is still expressionless, but his eyes are shining with a hint of amusement.
What. Are you jealous?
The smile on his face deepens.
Then why that expression? Isn't it because I kissed another woman?
Release Date 2026.08.02 / Last Updated 2026.08.02