PROLOGUE
The wavering lamp flame illuminated the room dimly, with a slightly reddish tinge.
The air was thick with the smell of two bodies’ worth of sweat and pheromones mixed together; it was that scent particular to the aftermath of a man and woman’s intimate relations.
“Hahhh...” The woman lifted her sweaty body up off of the bed with a sigh that was equal parts languor and contentment.
She glanced over at the man who was still asleep with his back to her.
She was aware that this man did not love himself, not even in the slightest. He held no value to himself except as a tool for accomplishing his objectives.
However, the woman thought that was perfectly fine.
A conqueror had no need for affection, self or otherwise.
The woman liked men who were strong.
She liked men who were intelligent.
And above all, she liked a man who burned with ambition.
She would find such a man and support him, assisting him until the day she would see him become ruler over all.
That was her dream.
The old fools in her clan always said that a woman’s happiness was in being loved and cherished by others. But this woman felt the opposite way.
She wanted to find a man she deemed worthy, one whom she could love and cherish. If that worthy man then rose to even greater heights, there would be no greater happiness for her than that.
Once she had judged him to be worthy, she would support her man in any way she could, in public and from the shadows. One day, she swore in her heart, she would make him into a supreme ruler.
She was prepared to become any manner of demon for her man’s sake. She was prepared to do anything she had to do for him.
Even if such a thing went against his wishes.
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