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Yanchinus opened his eyes. His head felt heavy and dizzy like he was hungover.
‘I just wanted to lie down for a moment, but I ended up falling asleep.’
Fatigue weighed down his entire body. Since his time on the northern front, he had rarely had a proper rest.
Yanchinus sat up in his bed and reached for a water glass beside him.
Gulp.
The cold water flowed down his throat. Yanchinus wiped his mouth and looked up at the tinkling chains.
Clank.
At the end of a chain hanging from the ceiling was a woman, naked, her toes barely touching the ground.
Her long, slender body had such a beautiful natural curvature it was hard to believe she had borne a child.
Once the object of every man's courtship, the princess of Porcana had become a mere plaything of Emperor Yanchinus.
“You’re awake.”
Damia, hanging from the chain with whip marks vivid on her back, opened her eyes as if she were used to being in this position and looked at Yanchinus.
‘She’s still glaring at me.’
Yanchinus stared at Damia while holding the water glass. Any other woman would have broken and surrendered, but Damia still maintained her pride.
‘Could she still look at me like that if I threw her into the dungeon naked with a bunch of death row inmates?’
But it was all just an idea. No matter how much of a plaything she was, Damia was still royalty. Throwing royalty to the lowly was out of the question.
“Urich is dead,” Yanchinus said as...
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