the final waltz of the empress

> "Marry me, Mensis?



What are you talking about, Your Highness?



I had only known him for a single day. Just one. Yet here he was, proposing—no, demanding marriage.



"Mensis, become my tool. My eyes. Let me control you, so I may reach my dream."



That wasn't a proposal. It was a curse.



This so-called marriage would be the beginning of my end.



The trash prince shattered my life—and now, it's my turn