How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

A man in red robes rode past the carriage and the procession. She closed the curtain and put her veil back on. Sigh...Her wedding is not going to have a groom. What a boorish man. 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝗨̶𝗽̶𝗱̶𝗮̶𝘁̶𝗲̶𝗱̶ ̶𝗼̶𝗻̶𝗰̶𝗲̶ ̶𝗲̶𝘃̶𝗲̶𝗿̶𝘆̶ ̶𝘁̶𝘄̶𝗼̶ ̶𝘄̶𝗲̶𝗲̶𝗸̶𝘀̶ ̶𝗼̶𝗻̶ ̶𝗦̶𝘂̶𝗻̶𝗱̶𝗮̶𝘆̶ ̶𝗯̶𝗲̶𝘁̶𝘄̶𝗲̶𝗲̶𝗻̶ ̶𝟭̶𝟬̶𝗣̶𝗠̶ ̶𝘁̶𝗼̶ ̶𝟭̶𝟮̶𝗔̶𝗠̶ ̶(̶𝗖̶𝗦̶𝗧̶)̶ Disclaimer: The artworks belongs to its rightful owners.

Suddenly removed from her life of peace and tranquility, Nyang is tossed into the inner court, the birth home of schemes and manipulations. Just as she tries to forget an old flame and reignite another, she is stabbed in the back when she least expects it and by who she never suspected. Again, she finds herself in another cage, dishonored and disgraced. This time she has decided not to stay down, she has decided to rise and make those responsible atone for the past. "It's a battle of wits and survival. It's a battle of bloody politics, mischiefs and schemes, a battle where you have no ally, where you can trust only your self. This is the palace, a place of grandeur and death"- Park Sungnyang.