Tamed or Captured

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“Oh my God, look at these limbs! If you hit her, she might break!”

The doctor diagnosed Asha’s condition.

“She’s in very bad shape.
I can’t believe she made it through the mountain in this body.”

Jackal’s face grew serious.

“Is that all…….
.”

“Yes.
She’s weaker than normal people.
I think it would be good for her to get enough rest.”

When the doctor and Yuri quietly left the room, Jackal, who was left alone, looked at Asha.

She had many large and small wounds. She had a body that never seemed to have lived as comfortably as a princess.

She was so light that he could barely feel her weight.

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It was then that he became curious about her story. She managed to get out of her village with this fragile body.

“Forgive me………”

He blinked at a faint murmur. 

A tear fell from her closed eyes.

“Forgive me…….
please…… .”

Jackal sighed softly and now looked at her with pitiful eyes.

She must have lived a harder life than he had imagined. 

Then he wiped her tears with his hand.

“I will do anything…… please…..that child’s life…….
save him….
Your Majesty….”

His eyes widened slightly, and his hand stopped in mid-air. 

He couldn’t understand why the words ‘Your Majesty‘ came out of her mouth.

Soon, a deep wrinkle formed on his forehead.

* * * * *

Asha will never forget the first day she met Emperor Karaf.

An imperial flower and a butterfly, the fateful mate sent from heaven. 

Unlike his reputation, her first meeting with him was neither romantic nor peaceful.

She was a slave.

A slave from the northern provinces was sold to enlighten the Emperor. 

The day her village was destroyed by Count Delphinium, Asha was dragged away with her hands tied, unable to even wear a pair of shoes. 

While desperately running away from the terrible sight of the entire village burning, she was caught by the knights and beaten hard. 

But at that moment, a bright golden light suddenly appeared on her body, and a butterfly pattern miraculously appeared through the torn dress. 

Upon hearing the auspicious news that a butterfly had appeared in the Empire, Asha was taken to the Imperial Palace. 

And, without even being properly dressed, she met the Emperor for the first time. 

Asha was kneeling on the floor in a torn dress. 

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She heard a terrifying low voice right in front of her.

「 “…….Raise your head.”」

Asha gently lifted her face drenched in a cold sweat. 

On the shining golden throne, embroidered with red roses, a splendid-looking man sat proudly cross-legged.

Asha had heard the rumors that he was a slaughtering, bloodless, tearless tyrant. 

But the moment she saw his face for the first time, she thought that he was a terrifyingly beautiful man. 

Perhaps because he is a flower that symbolizes the empire, she dares to guarantee that no one is as beautiful and fascinating as any man or woman she has ever seen.

She wondered why so many women were so thirsty for his love, but she thought a man like him could fall in love at first sight. 

The problem was that he was a cursed tyrant……..

It is said that all those who inherit the blood of the Imperial Family in the Etzheim Empire are born with the ‘Flower Spirit‘. 

However, those who became emperors always had a ‘rose‘ in their heart, a symbol of the Imperial Family, and Karaf Rode Etzheim was a special ‘black rose‘ among them. 

It was the first time in history that a black rose had appeared in the Empire. 

It is said that when the emperor blooms, he can keep the empire safe from unknown plagues and monsters. But the black rose was unprecedented. 

An oracle once said that when a black rose was born, it would have powerful power, but it would lead to the Empire’s ruin as he could not control his power. 

Thanks to this, the nobles were busy checking and demeaning him even though he was born with extraordinary power. 

And as that prophecy came true, Karaf was cursed and turned into a tyrant before he could flourish. 

He looked down at her arrogantly, tilting his chin and narrowing his eyes. 

His bloodshot red eyes stared up at her.

It was as if a wild beast was languidly looking at the prey it had caught.
And the Emperor was the predator.

A sneering smile crept around his mouth as he was looking at Asha.

“Your appearance is worthy of consideration.”

Asha, who was the lowest class citizen, was given the title of ‘Vanessa‘, the butterfly of the Imperial Palace. 

The servants and aristocrats of the Imperial Palace believed that true ‘blooming‘ would occur only if they had sexual intercourse, so they did their best to push her into the emperor’s palace, and soon an unforgettable first night with him came.

On the night of the faint crescent moon, two shadows overlapped the emperor’s bedroom.