Adam, the first of humanity and the bringer of great miracles.... more>>

'Cesare', the Emperor born as the second coming of such an Adam.

And….

'Jeanne', the Eve destined to be his wife from the womb for the Adam-like Emperor.

To the Emperor, she is his only wife.

She is also the only woman who has borne the Emperor's children.

Yet, until now, she has not been the Empress.

"I want a divorce."

Jeanne could no longer bear to endure her husband.

Even after giving birth to six children, he still caresses her flat stomach….

"There hasn't been a single moment when I haven't cared for you."

"I know."

"Then…."

"But I don't believe it. Your Majesty's love…."

Jeanne, who was once full of love, now tries to run away even if it means abandoning her children,

Cesare begins to investigate what happened 8 years ago when Jeanne, who used to look only at him, started to change….

"I don't understand why my confession of love for you, no matter what, hurts you."

Can love be found among the shattered remains of pure love? <<less

"......Master, you are a cruel person."... more>>

Ella, a maid of Duke Larque of Durac, has a young son with him. Ever since she began living as his maid, Ella has always admired him.

And Larque loves and desires Ella just as much as she does him.

Living in a relationship as both knight and maid, and as parents to a child, trials that they would inevitably face begin to approach them. <<less

Yeon, the maid of Suin — the emperor's fiancée and the esteemed daughter of the Duke of the Western Kingdom — entered the palace twenty years ago as the young emperor’s nanny after he lost his parents.... more>>

As time passed, the emperor grew into a handsome man, but Yeon, who was still unmarried, remained by his side.

“You still think of me as your little baby, don’t you?”

"Your Majesty."

"Suin cannot enter the palace unless you bear my child."

Ryu smirked, curling his lips into a sharp, cold, precise smile that cut like a knife.

Yeon swallowed hard when his fingertips brushed beneath her chin.

"If you carry my child, I will no longer be your baby anymore. Because then… I will be the father of your child." <<less

With skin white and smooth like wax, and golden hair as fine as spun thread.... more>>

The king, Joshua, known as the Rose of the Royal Capital.

To such a king, Darcy was nothing more than a passing amusement.

After all, no flower stays red for ten days.

Even if he only ever met with Darcy, even if he only ever fathered a child with her,

Even if he wished to leave behind a painting of Darcy and the child..

None of it changed the fact.

“You’re really a hard woman to please.”

“…What?”

“I thought being a who*e was the easiest job in the world.”

“I love Your Majesty more than anything.”

But when an unexpected event causes Darcy to regain her memories…

A cruel truth begins to unfold. <<less

By a stroke of luck, a poor orphan girl from the slums, Ann, saves the life of a prince. In gratitude, he bestows upon her an extraordinary opportunity to live in the palace as a royal maid. Though she initially remains by his side as a long-time friend, Ann finds herself inevitably falling in love with him. However, as time passes and the prince’s royal marriage approaches, the moment draws near for her unrequited love to come to an end…... more>>

“Do you like men that much?”

“…That’s uncalled for.”

Ann frowned, her gaze steady on the man whose eyes burned with intensity. His expression was dark and severe.

“Isn’t it true? Like a madwoman, you’re running from one man to another…”

“What’s wrong with meeting suitors? I’m of marrying age, after all.”

Ann bit her lip as Lennox slowly parted his own.

“…What’s the problem, exactly?”

“What do you mean?” Ann blinked in confusion, her tone defensive. Lennox’s lashes quivered faintly, betraying an unspoken frustration.

Then, like a predator closing in, he reached out, grabbing her and pushing her against the wall.

Ann yelped, squeezing her eyes shut in shock. Before her head could hit the wall, his hand cradled the back of her head. Trembling, she glared up at him.

“You said you didn’t like me,” he said, his voice low and strained.

“I—I don’t understand what you mean,” she stammered, her words flustered and disjointed.

It was clear he was dredging up memories she would rather forget. Her breath hitched, and a deep flush of embarrassment crept over her cheeks. His expression twisted, his frustration evident.

“You clearly said no.”

“Your Majesty…”

“Was I really that repulsive to you?” <<less

"I have no intention of sharing my woman. It means that sharing a woman is not my taste."... more>>

King Sibyl van Ricarlo. who left the throne due to his uncle's treason and went into hiding in the secluded and barren territory of Lugdun in Travasta.

The pitiful and beautiful young lady who ens*aved him, Else von Roate.

One rainy early summer, the young and frail only daughter of the lord, Else, got a beautiful boy from a s*ave trader who stopped by the castle.

Not knowing that he was a boy King who had escaped from pursuit, Else gave him the name 'Ian' and fell in love with him endlessly.

However, he...

"Do you like me that much?"

Her blood ran cold. Else looked at him with eyes that seemed as if they would collapse.

"You have to come tonight too."

It didn't matter anymore. She knew that she couldn't recover anymore.

Else would never win his heart. He wouldn't love Else. Still...

"You have to hold me tonight too."

If it was a relationship with a set time limit, if it wasn't going to end soon, Else was determined to cling to him. She was going to take him by force.

Then she thought she wouldn't have any regrets when she died. Even if she died giving birth to a child from a man she didn't even know. She thought she could live her life caressing what Ian had given her until it was worn out.

"Who, who..."

She didn't want to admit that the viridian eyes belonged to the man in her memories.

"Don't you know who I really am?"

It was a gentle question. He grabbed Else's chin, which was soaked in fear, and lifted it up.

Else awkwardly faced him.

"Don't you know who really I am?"

She tried to push away that hand that was holding her chin, which had become even more mature and solid, was sharp as if it would cut her.

Tears flowed ceaselessly every time she blinked.

"Me, me..."

"Kiss me."

A monotonous command cut off Else's words.

As Else, unable to keep her heavy body in check, began to collapse, a large hand came over and grabbed her again.

'Baby... Is it meaningful for you to look for your father now?'

Else looked up at him. The child in her stomach seemed to be rolling its feet. <<less