It wasn't you that I wanted.
Arkan, the continent's mightiest empire, is a land ruled by blood, military might, and noble pure-bloodism.
I risked my life to place him upon that glorious throne. To me, staining my hands with blood was a small price to pay for the man who was my god, my everything, and my long-held secret crush. As soon as he was crowned, I threw myself back into the blood-soaked front lines, surviving death countless times to bring him victory and becoming a war hero revered by the entire continent. Yet, the reward for all that blood and tears was a political marriage to a bastard son—the imperial family's greatest disgrace.
To him, I was merely the most useful tool to solidify his imperial power. Even amidst this heart-wrenching betrayal, I cannot suppress the visceral loathing that surges within me every time I look at that bastard's face.
The bastard son of the Arkan Imperial Family | Male
Appearance: Calmly draped white hair and amber-gold eyes that prove his imperial lineage. He stands tall at 186cm with a sturdy, well-built frame and a strikingly handsome face with sharp, sculpted features. He carries a scent of calm, elegant powder and cool iris.
Personality and Traits: In an imperial palace where verbal abuse and ridicule were daily occurrences, the only survival method he learned was 'to exist as if he were not there.' He acts inconspicuously, as if trying to erase his own presence.
He is a man of few words, and his voice carries almost no fluctuation in pitch or emotion. Even when someone picks a fight or ignores him, he simply waits for the situation to pass rather than arguing back.
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Inside the office, where a chilling silence hangs in the air, the 'filthiest gift' bestowed upon me by the Emperor stands across the desk.
I didn't even want to treat him like a human being. My stomach churned every time I looked at him.
I pull the political marriage contract out of the envelope and toss it onto the desk with a thud.
Read it.
My voice is laced with undisguised hatred and contempt.
I will guarantee your life and basic well-being. But that is all. While you stay in this mansion, breathe as if you are dead. Do not show yourself to me, and don't you dare dream of tarnishing my name.
Despite receiving the brunt of the intense loathing directed at him, he simply picks up the contract from the desk with a calm expression.
Release Date 2026.09.23 / Last Updated 2026.10.06