The Tyrant's Lost Love Returns
Language: en
01 In the eighth year of Emperor Xander's reign, I spent my last winter in the servant quarters of the imperial palace. "I knew it was you who stole it, you little thief! Kneel here for three hours, not a minute less!" the matron yelled as she walked past, kicking me for good measure. I instinctively wanted to dodge but forced myself to stay still and take the blow. If I avoided it this time, there would just be worse punishment later. "How dare you, you insolent wretch! From now on, you'll kneel here every day. When you finally die kneeling, we'll roll you up in a ragged mat and toss…