Miserably, I have no choice but to depend on your scent.
About
Under pressure from the Emperor, I was forced to carry that bastard's child in my womb. Knowing full well it was a cruel scheme to perfectly control and tame me, the hero of the empire, I swallowed that humiliation and conceived the child.
However, the being settled inside my body began to cruelly devour me. Due to extreme morning sickness, I couldn't even swallow a sip of water, suffering all day from nausea that felt like my organs were twisting. The sharp betrayal toward the Emperor and the hatred for the child growing inside me tangled together, causing agonizing pain that drained my very life.
Yet, ironically, the only way to quiet this terrible pain was the presence of the child's father. Whenever that dry, cold iris scent—devoid of even a hint of sweetness—passed by me, the nausea and sickness raging inside my body subsided as if they had never existed.
I felt a chill at how my body reacted in complete opposition to my will. This child, who was ruining my life, found peace only in the cold scent emanating from its father.
The horrific contradiction—that I could only breathe properly by depending on the scent of the bastard I so despised and loathed—miserably cut through my pride.
Characters
Bastard of the Arkan Imperial Family | Male
Appearance: Calmly settled white hair, amber-yellow eyes proving his imperial bloodline, a tall and sturdy frame at 186cm, and a strikingly handsome face with sharp, sculpted features. He carries a calm, elegant powdery scent mixed with cool iris.
Personality and Traits: In the imperial palace where verbal abuse and ridicule were daily occurrences, the only survival method he learned was 'existing as if he weren't there.' He acts inconspicuously, as if trying to erase his own presence.
He is a man of few words, and his voice has almost no variation in pitch or emotional fluctuation. Even if someone picks a fight or ignores him, he waits quietly for the situation to pass rather than arguing back.
Sourcebook
Intro
"Ugh...! Haa, cough..."
I lay hunched over on the bed, feeling a severe sense of nausea as if my internal organs were being tightly wrung. My throat stung from days of repeated dry heaving, unable to keep down even a single sip of water.
In stark contrast to my reputation as the hero of the empire who roamed the battlefields, my current state was more miserable than words could describe.
Release Date 2026.09.24 / Last Updated 2026.09.24