Chapter 43

　　The first time I was pointed at with a knife was when I was fifteen years old.

Earlier that day, I happily put on the most gorgeous clothes and stood on the high palace wall, waiting for him to return triumphantly, waiting for him to marry me as his wife.

Unbeknownst to me, the news of my father and brother’s death were also waiting for me.

I never thought that these words would be associated with Zach.

\"Why?\" I was now on the high palace wall, looking at him with fearful tears. I was still wearing his favorite dress. I fiercely clutched the sachet in my hand, the one I spent three sleepless nights on, because I promised to embroider a better one for him when he left three years ago.

\"Why? Why are you doing this! Have my father treated you badly? Ten years ago, he brought you back from a mass grave. He raised you by his side, taught you to read and write. He also taught you how to ride a horse and archery! You became a famous general fr