On their wedding night, the King whispered in her ear, "I have searched for your scent for a very long time." Ten months later, she gave birth to five civet cats. As the midwife fainted in terror and the Noble Consort launched a palace coup, a mere chamber pot became her last saving grace against an impending sentence of treason—yet the King only smiled. The ten consorts who had given birth to human children had all perished, for the true heirs to the Divine Tiger bloodline were destined to be born in beast form. From a humble pawn to the eye of the royal storm, she had entered the palace utterly oblivious. Little did she know that the dormant secret within her body was slowly awakening with the arrival of these five "civet cats."
