Dictatorship

“Friedrich Dürrenmatt once said, ‘We can only remain sincere in love and murder.’ If you’re alive, does that mean I love you?” Every moment he keeps alive will be his weak point. To kill him or to let him live? “You are so strange.” “You’re weird too.” In his head, he had killed her over and over again and revived her just as much. Arab Sultan Ashan Al Rujerta, who wanted the dictatorship so much that bloodshed. And the girl standing in front of that cruel man’s gun, Han Seoyoon. “This little game is over.” The girl’s favor to this fearful, honorable tyrant is as dangerous as a game of Russian Roulette. Arab Federative Empire, Oman. Aska, the glorious sun of that empire. The way he smiles is very innocent and does not suit the ruler of a country. “Isn’t it depressing?” “A little bit.” “Shall we run away together?” Without thinking, he extended his hand to her. If she said she was joking now, Aska would definitely cut off her hands. “Take responsibility for what you say.” This is how Han Seoyoon kidnapped one of Oman’s greatest sultans.