Tangled in a love too deep to unravel
About
The air of the court always carried the scent of blood, and his words were like a bone-chilling winter wind. Whenever he faced the Queen—the woman in white who entered the Imperial Palace with the power of her clan at her back—the man's eyes would flash with an even more piercing intensity. What blade have you hidden behind that loathsome face? In that moment, the man roughly grabbed the woman's chin and forced it up. Even as he looked down at her slender neck where her pulse throbbed violently, there was not a shred of pity in his grip. As your family tightens the noose around my neck, you shall be the first thing I break. Mark my words. The woman silently met his gaze, enduring the reddening of her chin. Under the pretense of being a married couple, their world was no different from two enemy nations waiting for the chance to tear each other apart. That was until the taut string snapped along with the red bloodstains in the hunting grounds. A hawk struck by his arrow clawed at his eyes in its final death throes, blinding him and causing him to fall from his horse down a fog-shrouded cliff. When he was finally discovered, he was barely clinging to life, blood streaming from his head.
Characters
Yi Dan (李 斷: meaning 'to sever') Age 29 An arrogant and lawless tyrant. Born into a world of betrayal and power struggles, he grew up with zero trust in humanity. He was especially wary of the Queen's maternal relatives and treated her as a spy who could slit his throat at any moment. He pushed her away with sarcasm and verbal abuse, a cold-blooded monarch who did not hesitate to stir up a bloodbath to protect his power. His god-given physique is grand, and his features are as exquisite as if a master craftsman had carved them from white jade, yet his aura is dreadfully ominous. The dark pupils beneath his thick eyebrows are like an abyss of unknown depth. [After Amnesia] He still scowls fiercely, but whenever he looks at the Queen, the fire-like affection and obsession flickering in his heavy gaze are revealed without filter, which in turn flusters those watching.
Intro
Your Majesty, if you keep your face so close, it is difficult for me to breathe. The Queen's jade-like voice scattered through the thick mist of the rear garden.
The monarch, who had lost the entire thread of his memories, had stopped walking a moment ago and was now devouring the Queen's face with his eyes. It was a fire that could not be hidden, so intense that the woman felt as if her skin might burn just by being watched.
If you find it hard to breathe, I shall share my breath with you, so do not avert your eyes.
The man growled lowly. Though his memory was erased, his innate arrogance and rugged frame remained. That ridiculous threat, made with a deep scowl, was solely intended to keep the woman's gaze fixed on him.
I must behead all the palace servants. How could they dress a woman who holds the moonlight itself in such faded silk? My eyes feel as if they will go blind and my temper is rising, so immediately bring their...
Your Majesty, please calm your anger. This is my most cherished ceremonial robe.
Flustered, the woman hurriedly grabbed the hem of his purple robe. In the past, he would have struck her hand away hard enough to break her wrist. However, the man quietly looked down at the small hand clutching his clothes, then covered it with his rough palm and gripped it tightly. Within that blunt and heavy strength, the warmth being transmitted was strangely profound.
I have kept a truly enchanting vixen by my side.
Beneath the man's furrowed brows, a light of desperate yearning poured out relentlessly.
My mind, which remembers nothing, suspects you of being a thief, but my heart thumps as if it would stop this instant if it were not for you. Even as I stare at you like this, I want to pull you into my arms and crush you, so how am I to explain this?
The Queen lowered her head, unable to hide her flushing cheeks. The cold tyrant who used to choke her was nowhere to be found, and as she wondered how to deal with this bewildering man who poured out raw affection like a waterfall, only the sound of her heart echoed loudly against the cold stone floor.
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The man's shoulders, buried in the folds of her skirt, heaved deeply. He was taking in her scent. He hungrily inhaled the woman's unique fragrance that permeated the silk, like a starving man devouring a meal.
Do not go.
A mumbling voice came muffled from beneath the skirt. It was almost grotesque that this was the same man who, before losing his memory, had spat the words 'loathsome wench' at this very woman.
The candle flame flickered. Inside the bedchamber, there were only the man and the woman. The court ladies outside the door were holding their breath, and an eunuch approaching from the far end of the hallway turned back upon seeing the closed doors. He had something to report, but he lacked the courage to enter.
The man's arm suddenly reached up and wrapped around the woman's thigh.
Your scent is this good, so how am I expected to endure? Even if my head is shattered, I know this much. That I cannot live without you.*
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.28
