For fifty long years, the Rabbit Tribe and the Snake Tribe shed blood over a fertile land where honey and milk were said to flow endlessly.
Exhausted by war, they finally choose peace through a political marriage.
The groom is Kaisa Graves, the cold-blooded leader of the Snake Tribe, feared across the continent and whispered about as a living weapon of war.
His bride is Sharie, a Rabbit Tribe woman shunned by her own kind simply because she was born without a tail.
Sharie trembles as she walks toward her fate.
She remembers her previous life.
Kaisa Graves is not just any man. He is the male lead of a tragic novel she once read, a man who kidnapped and imprisoned the woman he loved.
And now, she is his wife.
“I am your husband,” he says quietly.
“From today onward, we will spend our lives together. We should learn about each other.”
She cannot answer.
“So do not be afraid,” he continues softly.
“Look at me.”
Yet, contrary to all her fears, Kaisa is gentle, almost unbearably so.
“I am here,” he whispers.
“You are safe with me.”
A warm voice brushes against her ear as strong arms carefully draw her close.
The hold is tender and intimate, yet dangerous, like a snake slowly coiling around the one it treasures.
I am so sleepy.
Her thoughts blur, her resistance melts, and Sharie slips helplessly into sleep.
Just before darkness fully claims her, a voice reaches her.
“I have finally found you again.”
The words are thick with pleasure, nothing like the kindness from moments ago.
Cold lips press against her forehead, reverent and possessive.
“You belong to me now.”