It was an arranged marriage, but he was her first love. She loved him, not because he was the Emperor, but because he was "him". While bound to a wheelchair, Stella devoted herself to the Empire and her husband. Yet what she received in return was a cruel, lonely death. The goddess granted her another chance, but was paralyzed and broken. Even in this life, her husband still chose his childhood friend. On impulse, Stella took in a gladiator slave. A man with no memory, who believed he was only fourteen. A wounded beast, perhaps. "Did I hurt you, Master?" "You can’t hurt me." "Why not?" "Because bookshelves and pens don’t hurt their owners." "You look so sad… like a child abandoned by their parents, wandering the streets." He touched her cheek. She froze, unable to say a word. Since she was twelve, no man but her husband had ever laid a hand on her. Stella reached out to him. It was the moment chance began to feel like fate. At least, until the truth about who he really was came to light.