He doesn't care? She doesn't care either. In fact stay far away and she would be happy. He doesn't love her? Doesn't matter, she has better things to do than daydreaming about love from her cold detached husband anyway. He doesn't welcome her? Too bad, The Emperor is the one decree the marriage. He love another? Well let him pamper other then. Then come the news, he was almost assassinated! She sigh. Fine, she will nurse him back to health. She thinks it is still in the scope of her responsibility as the main wife, even though she does not feel like one. She does not realize when he finally wake up, his gaze toward her is different from the past. It was filled with confusion, bemusement, and a bit of affection. *This is an original story and was not a translation. Any kind of feedback is truly appreciated :) **The cover was not mine and all credit goes to the artist. I was only borrowing and add some words in the picture.

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... 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 mere peasant in our kingdom, that's who I am. I never once imagined a higher prestige of living, despite being poverty-stricken but not near beggarly. Above and beyond, I held contentment with my life and valued what it offers. Because I, Elizabeth, an unwavering carrier of hope, a believer in the inherent worth of living, and a person with no more than less, have no more than much as well. I lived a provincial life with my sweet uncle to take care of me, but the moving world I was once taking turned upside down when I surrendered myself in the arms of an obsessive, royal-blooded maniac; the King. .................. "I beg of you, spare the life of my uncle and I'll come with you. As you ordered!" I pleaded, disregarding the ground of snow where I knelt becoming stained by the stream of my tears. "Elizabeth, no! Please, I beg you, Hide!" "I'm sorry, uncle," I uttered, trying to look at the poor man, brutally restricted, hopelessly struggling to get his ties out. But surrendering is all I could offer to save him. My gaze shifted and landed on the monster in front of me. "Take me wherever you want, my king. Just please, leave my uncle be." He knelt in front of me and wiped my tears using his hands. "At last, you showed. I'll take you home, to our home. Hush." I felt the dark presence of the King as he emitted those words that became my prison. It numbed my heart from the vast and all too powerful realization that he wasn't going to take me home, he was forcing me to leave it.