When a Tyrant Dad Loves

“From the moment she entered this palace and became mine, nothing belonged to the princess.” Askar was neither a good man nor a good father. He lacked self-control and was impulsive, putting everything he had into his hands. He whispered only his violent affection, unaware that it would ultimately destroy her. He was a pathetic emperor, oblivious to the damage he inflicted on those around him while clinging to a woman who had less than a month left to live. He was a lonely emperor, with the world at his feet, yet devoid of close friends. For a man whose love could only lead to destruction, was it because he understood this truth? Even after a relationship marked by violence, Ashria didn’t particularly hate him. Remaining silent about the limited time she had left was her only form of resistance and simple revenge against him.