Su-hwan always died in my dreams. Cruelly, the methods were always different. Poisoning, suffocation, drowning... Every time the first of the month approached, I grew anxious. I tried to stay awake, but because I was naturally prone to oversleeping, I kept having that dream.

In that strange dream, I was Su-hwan's fiancée. Su-hwan was known to be sickly since childhood and was under constant scrutiny from the First Prince as the Second Prince of the Empire. After all, Su-hwan could potentially become the Crown Prince.

Furthermore, even those close to him were busy satisfying their own greed by exploiting his youth and innocence. His direct guards, butler, maids... he didn't have a single sincere person by his side.

I was the fiancée of such a man.

He was kind to me, living up to his reputation for being gentle and soft-spoken. That's probably why I felt so sorry for him, even though I knew it was a dream. At first, I thought it was just a nonsense dream, of course. But as I continued to have this dream, I began to wonder who killed him and how I could escape this cycle.

Yes. I want him—the sickly prince of the world's largest empire—to be happy. I don't want him to die.