She believed he was a heartless husband and treated him badly. Until he was hunted down as a traitor in order to protect her.

‘My dear wife. Please stay safe.’

Her heart was torn to pieces as she knelt before his severed arm. But this time, she could see that his body was clearly intact.

“Your highness? Why are you crying all of a sudden?”

She had returned after losing hope, to the first night of their wedding three years ago.

“You must be nervous about your first night. Don’t worry. I didn’t plan to spend the night with the princess anyway.”

“Why? Aren't I your wife? Forget it, let’s undress and head to bed.”

“…Your highness?”

She tugged at his arm with force.

'This time, I will certainly protect you. Even if I die trying, I would rather die with you. Not as Nirszeg’s princess, but your wife, Agnes Arpad,' she pledged with determination.