Her sibling, the mastermind behind the coup d'etat, had slit her throat. But after being sent back in time before her death, she made it her mission to tame him and survive. However, did she perhaps tame him too much? "Brother, why don't you consider marriage?" She asked, hoping to distract him from his violent tendencies. But instead of a response, his grip on the glass tightened until it shattered in his hand. "Oh no, you're bleeding!" She exclaimed, noticing the blood dripping from his hand. "Why should I bother with marriage?" He scoffed, his eyes flashing with anger. "I already have you." "What do you mean?" She questioned, confused by his words. "Why should I get married? And why do you need the Empress?" A strange laugh escaped his lips. "You have to become the Empress so I can escape this wretched castle," he explained, his tone laced with bitterness. At that moment, she stumbled and he caught her in his arms. His red eyes bore into hers, filled with a suggestive gleam as he held her close. "You know we're not really siblings," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.
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