My Son's Last Cry

Synopsis

He shot my three-year-old son with a single arrow to save his mistress. As my child lay dying, he called out, "Daddy." But he didn't look back. Instead, he carried that woman away. I knelt in the snow, holding my son's lifeless body, and stayed there through the long, cold night. When I opened my eyes again, it was ten years ago, the day before we were engaged. In this life, I would make sure everyone in this city knew what they did to me in my own bed. I would watch him fall from his throne, step by step.