L’ho perdonata 100 volte, poi me ne sono andato

Graham Whitmore, the white-robed chancellor, owed everything to the late emperor—so he gave everything in return. He aged before his time, wore white for the kingdom, and promised the dying ruler one thing: he would tolerate his daughter, the new empress, one hundred times. No matter what. No matter how many crooked ministers she favored. No matter how far she strayed. One hundred times, he would bow. But when the hundredth came? Graham would walk away—and never look back.