Confessions Of A Terminally ill Princess

Synopsis

My husband was always cold toward me. “You keep trying to cross the line I’ve drawn, Your Majesty.” His arrogant attitude. His contemptuous gaze.

“Do not overstep your bounds. I have no intention of giving you anything beyond the roles of king and queen.”

To me, he was always a distant and frigid man.
But then—When I learned that I had only three months left to live.

“Are you really— going to die?” He asked. There was only one answer I could give. “Yes.”

The inescapable fate had already been decided.
So, as I prepared to leave my final farewell, the first and last thing I asked of you—

“Before I die, I want to see the sea.”

I didn’t think you would agree.
But you nodded through your tears.

My final journey,
spent with you.