She wanted to die. But Emilia was forced to become the wife of a traitor against her will. When she thought there was nothing more to despair about, the king issued an outrageous order for her to bear his child. Hatred grew endlessly. “So, bear the child. Emilia von Heinrich.” “What exactly is our relationship?” “I sow my seed in you, and you receive my seed to bear a child. We use each other as a means out of necessity.” His definition was simple. But as the burning hatred slowly faded away with each night spent with him, as she got to know him better, her feelings became less clear. Eventually, as the truth came closer, she left while carrying his child. She couldn’t hate him or resent him anymore. The once arrogant man, after her departure, cried out in regret. And Mikhail, too, became someone who couldn’t hate or resent her.