Flowers Blooming in Sorrow After the Fog of Love Clears

It only took my veil slipping off for a stranger to see my true face, and suddenly, everyone was pointing fingers at me. They said I’d ruined my purity, and now even my father, Andrew Thomas, wants me dead.

But why?

Just because a man saw my face, I was supposed to die? If I didn’t, I was not virtuous? And if I didn’t apologize, I was not a dutiful daughter?

I had to fight for my right to live. In this corrupt kingdom, I had to keep fighting!