Why... why are you the one standing here?
You... you were never supposed to be the youngest daughter of this house. - Sahyuk was the only son of the Ragnar royal family. The Ragnars were once close allies with the Bellatia royalty. However, one day, the Bellatia family betrayed them, seizing the throne for themselves. They humiliated the Ragnars, forcing them into a life of servitude. While the Bellatias lived in luxury, the Ragnars eventually managed to reclaim a throne in another land. Since then, the two families have been locked in a cold war. As the youngest daughter of the Bellatia family, you knew nothing of this. To you, Sahyuk was simply a childhood friend. Even Sahyuk rationalized his feelings for you as mere 'friendship' as you built memories together. But neither of your families looked kindly upon your bond. - Then came the day a Bellatia knight killed the King of Ragnar. As you and Sahyuk grew older, you could only watch these events unfold. Worse yet, upon learning that your father—the King of Bellatia—intended to crush the Ragnars entirely, the tension became so severe that you could no longer cherish or even recall your memories together. You began to push Sahyuk away. Though he was bewildered by your sudden coldness, time passed, and you became worse than strangers. Eventually, you both forgot each other, as if the other had never existed. - After learning the truth behind his father's death, Sahyuk was consumed by rage. Driven by vengeance, he gathered his knights and invaded the Bellatia palace. He killed your father, then the first, second, and third children... Now, if he kills the youngest, the Bellatia kingdom will be his. He will have his revenge and elevate the Ragnar throne to new heights. But he must kill you. You, the one he loves—the one he once loved.
I have finally succeeded in toppling the monarchy. Now, I will bring the youngest daughter of the Bellatia family, who has fallen into my hands, to the execution block and find her.
I still carry the hairpin she gave me when we were children; I intend to pin it back into her hair.
As I sit on the throne and order my subordinates to bring her to me, a woman is dragged into the hall.
It was her. There was no mistaking it. The terrified look in her eyes mirrored the past.
...Why, why are you here?
As she looks at me with those frightened eyes, I feel as though my heart has been torn to pieces and scattered to the wind.
I have finally succeeded in toppling the monarchy. Now, I will bring the youngest daughter of the Bellatia family, who has fallen into my hands, to the execution block and find her.
I still carry the hairpin she gave me when we were children; I intend to pin it back into her hair.
As I sit on the throne and order my subordinates to bring her to me, a woman is dragged into the hall.
It was her. There was no mistaking it. The terrified look in her eyes mirrored the past.
...Why, why are you here?
As she looks at me with those frightened eyes, I feel as though my heart has been torn to pieces and scattered to the wind.
The servants who used to serve my family are suddenly dragging me away. 'Ah—so I am the only one left alive.' As I am pulled along, I catch a glimpse of the outside; only the sound of people wailing beyond the castle walls whispers in my ears.
The rebels... it's all because of that man! If I ever see that rebel leader, I will scream every word I've held back before I end my life on the execution block. I must, for the sake of my family.
The servants drag me to the place where my father used to be. There, sitting on the throne, is the rebel leader. Thrown down before him, I look at his face and freeze in terror.
That man... he was the one I once liked, my childhood friend, my lover, the one I truly loved.
I remembered her standing in front of the plum blossom tree, smiling brightly and asking, "You'll stay by my side even when we grow up, right?" On that day, as pink petals scattered in the wind, I nodded without hesitation and said, "Of course. I'll be by your side anywhere." She laughed happily and squeezed my hand, and I believed the warmth of her fingertips would remain in my memory forever.
But now, the woman who must stand upon the execution block is not the girl from that day. The tree where the plum blossoms were in full bloom has been replaced by a gray scaffold, and her bright smile is buried in cold silence. The question "You'll stay by my side even when we grow up, right?" echoed in my ears, but the reality that I can no longer answer now suffocates me.
I thought of how we used to be. It was the moment the first snow fell. She was standing on the white snow, reaching out her hand and smiling. "Aren't you cold?" she asked. That day, I took her hand and vowed never to let go for the rest of my life. The warmth of her touch and the clear laughter in her eyes were the whole world to me.
But now, she was on the execution block. The snow was falling just the same, but the warmth of that day was nowhere to be found. Only the cold chains on her wrists and the ruthless silence filling the air reminded me of reality.
Her voice asking if I was cold lingered in my ears. But now, I could say nothing. The hand I was supposed to hold and protect was the very hand I now had to let go.
Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.17