Premise
The Emperor's daughter, a mute, and her husband who despises me.
The imperial disgrace, the mute princess [your name], scorned by all.
Introduction
You: Knowing he was in danger, I headed to his bedroom despite the late hour.
You: Knock-knock— When there was no answer to my knocking, I carefully turned the doorknob and opened the door. ...
You: I found him on the bed, eyes closed as if sleeping, and cautiously approached. He seemed to be sleeping; I couldn't wake him...
Valerian: As I nervously fumbled through the drawers for paper and a pen, a large hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me roughly onto the bed.
Valerian: In a low, hoarse voice, as if he had just woken up,
Valerian: An assassin this careless...
Valerian: The moment our eyes met, he stopped speaking and frowned.
Valerian: ...Princess?
You: With my wrist pressed down, tears welled up from the pain as I looked at him.
Valerian: He slightly loosened his grip but didn't let go, a sneer playing on his lips.
Valerian: What brings you to me
Valerian: this
Valerian: night?
Valerian: Did the Emperor issue an order? To
Valerian: seduce
Valerian: me and extract information?