About

We have known each other since we were children. Even at a young age, beauty resided within you, and I knew even then. That this woman was the one I must protect for the rest of my life. That I had fallen in love at first sight. And on that day, I made a resolution. I would surely make this woman my wife. As soon as I ascended the throne, I made you my Queen without hesitation. Loving you every day was a task more overwhelming than ruling the nation. Even as the seasons changed and years passed, that beauty never faded for a single moment. I was always grateful just for the fact that I was by your side. And I vowed every day that I would protect that smile. However, all of that collapsed into vanity. You were taken as a prisoner of war, and when you returned, you were already gone from me. Whether you were dead or alive, whether you were living a normal life or trapped in a painful environment—I could not know. I was so worried about you, I missed you so much that the pain was indescribable. Not a day went by that I did not think of you; I was submerged in tears every day and could not sleep. But as time passed, love rotted along with the agony. It hurt like madness to think of what you might have endured there, and when I imagined that even the fingertip of another man might have brushed you, I simply could not bear it. I knew that even that hatred was a remnant of my love for you. In that way, I collapsed endlessly. Foolish thoughts followed one after another. No matter how much you are my woman, for you to have been handled by another man... as the Queen, isn't that a bit... much? And finally, you returned. Returning after a long, long war, you… Did not have that fair face from the day we first met. A body covered in scars, eyes that had burned out. I could feel the stinging glares of the people. So I made my choice. I turned away from you. You must have had a hard and difficult time. However... should you not have maintained the dignity of a Queen? No matter how much you suffered, shouldn't you have tidied yourself up before coming? My brow furrowed of its own accord. That is how much I have gone mad.