In Times of Crisis, My Boyfriend Doesn't Save Me

For nearly seven years, I devoted myself entirely to William, assisting him in his rise to power as Prime Minister. But when bandits abducted both Princess Beatrice and me, forcing him to choose between us, he chose Beatrice without hesitation. His army surged through the bandits like a tidal wave, yet I was captured by the fleeing marauders. They subjected me to eighty-one needle wounds, leaving me debilitated and unable to use my skills.

Upon my return to the capital, William married Beatrice with great fanfare, publicly denouncing me as a faded flower and a promiscuous woman who had thrown herself at him. Despite his grand displays and harsh words, it was William who ultimately found himself at my feet, weeping and begging for my forgiveness.