Synopsis
"From the day she walked through these palace doors and became his, the princess stopped owning anything at all." Askar was not a good man, and he was not a good father either. He had no real grip on himself — impulsive, throwing everything he had into whatever his hands could reach. The only thing he ever whispered to her was his violent kind of love, never once realizing it was quietly taking her apart. He was a pitiful emperor. He had no idea what he was doing to the people closest to him, and he kept holding on to…
