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Even with her eyes closed, sleep remained elusive.
Her insomnia hadn’t started just recently—it had been troubling her for a while now, though the past few days had been especially unbearable.
Tonight, the bed felt particularly hard, the surface pressing uncomfortably against her back.
Even the sound of the harsh wind outside seemed to grate on her nerves.
Frustrated, Jin Ye sat up once more.
It was clear Mugeon had thoroughly unsettled her.
He was an utterly infuriating man.
Unlearned, incapable of anything worthwhile, and with nothing to lose, he didn’t even seem to value his own life.
He was in a league of his own, unlike anyone she had met before.
「Your Majesty must promise to enter into a Bonding with me.」
And to make matters worse, his arrogance knew no bounds.
“Bonding? How ridiculous...”
Soulmark, Bonding—
Some might find those ideas romantic, but only pathetic dreamers would think that way.
Jin Ye had seen firsthand the cruelty behind such things.
