When I was born, I was given the name Mina. Mina meant beautiful. I was. 

I was a princess. But life as a princess isn't as glorious as it appears. Every step I took, every move I made, there were servants; but there were also those who wanted me dead. Even when I bathed, there were people watching and following me. Do not ever think you can do whatever you wanted just because you are a princess. There are many rules you have to follow, and if you dare disobey these laws, your head would be off your neck in a second. But even though I hated it, I endured it because I was this nation's princess.

Many noble families proposed to me but it was not me they wanted; it was the title of being royal relatives they desired so much. I married when I was fourteen. I had a son. I was happy, until that bastard killed my people, robbed my family, and stole my father's title as Eliixa's King. Everyone thinks the former Princess of Eliixa was dead too, but I'm here still breathing. 

I have his son now. And I have someone who looks exactly like that bastard's child. I watched the man who looked like the prince, how he lifted the brick and rammed it into that young face, over and over again. The man looked up and held my gaze with a bored expression. 

He held out his hand as I approached. The brick in his grip dropped with a thud.

"Let's go to the palace now," he hummed as he took my hand. He lifted it toward his mouth, and brushed his lips against the skin on the back my palm. "I'll revenge for you. In return... stay with me."

I searched his eyes, dark as the night, for a hint; any hint that told me he was joking. But I found none.

"Sehun-ah..."

"Please?"