Years ago, the Prime Minister's gaze fell upon the Red-haired beauty, the wife of the Royal Guard's commander. This woman, a beacon of grace and power, became the target of his twisted desires, a pawn in his sinister plan.
The Prime Minister, a master of manipulation, invited the Royal Guard's commander to his residence for a drink, a seemingly friendly gesture. As the two men shared drinks and conversation, the Prime Minister skilfully builds the trust between two, subtly drawing out the commander's personal problems.
The commander loved his wife deeply, but her inability to bear children had cast a shadow over their long marriage. After nearly two decades together, the initial disappointment of their childlessness had turned into a persistent ache. Despite their unwavering love, the longing for a child remained a constant undercurrent in their lives
