DN11🍷

Summary 

"You need not hesitate." The provocative words, spoken with a noble and composed expression, lit the fuse. As the lamp toppled and darkness spread across the room, Danseol’s body was pushed down onto the floor. "I came here tonight to be offered to Your Majesty, after all." Despite the turmoil in her heart, Danseol spoke in a calm, detached voice. Now was the time to break the man’s guard—for the sake of revenge, for her parents and her homeland. Taking advantage of the moment his vigilance faltered, Danseol reached for the hairpin in her hair. Her plan was simple: plunge it into the neck of Lee Gyeom—the Emperor of Hwangseon, the man who had mercilessly crushed everything she held dear—and take her revenge. Just as she aimed the hairpin at his nape— ‘Why is that mark on his body…?’ Danseol’s face froze in shock as her eyes fell upon the plum blossom mark engraved just beneath the Emperor’s collarbone. "Why do you look so surprised? As if you never imagined I’d be the one to take you tonight." Unbeknownst to her, the same plum blossom mark was etched into her own skin. Fate had already decided—Danseol was destined to be the Emperor’s consort.