What Remained When The Bed Grew Cold

Synopsis

After the fall of my kingdom, I ended up in a brothel, only to be rescued by Lieutenant General Winston Laurent. I became his favorite among all his caged beauties. He praised me countless times when we were tangled up in bed, saying that I was the only one who understood that his wife was strict, and that I never asked for too much or made things difficult for him. But, I had a terminal illness. Mother used to say that if a woman dies with no title and status, she would not be treated kindly even in death. That night, Winston laid in bed with me, his lips brushing against my earlobe as he flirted like he always did, "You want something, don't you?" "I…I do," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me, what do you want?" Winston grinned. "I want you to marry me," I whispered. The moment the words left my mouth, Winston's expression went cold. Without a word, he got up and left. Utterly despondent, I set the gilded cage ablaze, wishing to end it all with the flames. It was only later that I learned that Winston had left that night to officially file for a divorce from his wife.