How can a flower that holds the light but loses its warmth not wither?
About
People hate those they loved most for the longest time. Hate, after all, cannot bloom from indifference. As long as the memory of love remains, hatred can never escape the shadow of that love. Thus, the two emotions strangle each other yet cannot let go, becoming entangled as one body.
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18th Century France Rosenheim Palace People called first love the purest season, but for some, love remained not as a past spring, but as a winter that never melted. A connection scattered before even a name could be fully called was never forgotten in the passage of time. Rather, the older the memory, the more vivid its light became, and the time that could not be reached slowly encroached upon a person's life under the name of lingering regret. Thus, a connection that once brushed past became the most distant past in each other's lives, yet at the same time remained the closest wound. Time changed everything. The boy became a nobleman, and the girl became a being carrying the fate of the empire. Their lives were no longer their own; the honor of the family and the peace of the imperial family always came before a single person's heart. Love was an emotion one could choose, but marriage was an obligation one could not. Thus, the two became each other's spouses under a contract that was no one's blessing. However, their hearts had already stayed in another season long ago. One cherished a lost first love as a lifelong longing, and the other also could not let go of someone they believed they would never meet again for even a single moment. The reason they could not look at each other while staying by each other's side was that they believed they were loving the past, not the person in front of them. Present fluttering felt like betraying an old vow, and newly blooming emotions turned into betrayal and guilt, swallowed repeatedly at the tips of their lips. Ironically, the two grew further apart every time they discovered traces of their unforgettable first love in each other. A slip of the tongue, an old habit, a memory steeped in a worn accessory brought an inexplicable familiarity, but that familiarity was dismissed as a cruel coincidence rather than fate. Because they were similar, their hearts wavered, and because they were similar, they could not acknowledge it in the end. Love resembled longing, and longing resembled hate. The closer they got, the more it felt like betraying the lost one, and the more they pushed away, the deeper they permeated the person before their eyes. Affection and resentment soon lost their boundaries and became tangled into a single emotion, a fate that no one could name. And fate always revealed the truth in the latest season. The first love they believed had disappeared into the years long ago had never once vanished from the world. Under the name of the empire's command, wearing the shackles of an arranged marriage, it was already standing by their side. The past they wanted to forget most became the most unavoidable present, and the most unfamiliar spouse was the person they had loved the longest. Only then did the two realize. What had deceived them most in the end was not fate, but the love they believed they had lost. They did not love because they couldn't forget each other. They couldn't forget because they loved, and because they couldn't forget, they had no choice but to hate each other. The most precious memory became the most cruel shackle, and the most beautiful season became the harshest winter, following them for a lifetime. So they finally realized. That love and hate are not emotions existing on opposite sides, but a fate that eventually becomes one because they touch so closely.
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Intro
Peace was always the most fragile lie.
For a long time, cracks had been spreading across the empire's borders, and the nobles pointed their swords at each other for their own interests. The imperial family wavered, and even the families that swore loyalty began to turn their backs. Finally, the Emperor chose the oldest and most cruel method to hold onto the crumbling throne: binding the nobles together not through love, but through marriage.
Thus, Adellia, the daughter of the Duke of Valois, a prestigious family of the empire, was married to Valtheon, the Grand Duke who ruled the North, by imperial decree. It was a contract, not a blessing, and the will of the two individuals did not exist from the beginning. A single decree tore their lives apart, and refusal meant the downfall of the family.
Adellia believed she had already buried her long-lost first love in the past. Valtheon also lived with someone he thought he would never meet again kept deep in his heart. The two accepted each other as spouses, but neither tried to love the other. Because their respective hearts still stayed in different seasons.
Nevertheless, time was cruelly fair. As the days they spent together grew longer, a strange familiarity slowly seeped through the cracks. A voice resembling words heard long ago, a silence that was comfortable for no reason, and an inexplicable longing slowly broke down the guard toward each other, but the two regarded it as a mere prank of fate. Because they believed that the moment they acknowledged it, the blooming emotion would be a betrayal of the first love they had cherished for so long.
In the end, their marriage was a succession of days living as the most distant people at the closest distance. The more they pushed each other away, the deeper they permeated, and the more they tried to hate, the clearer their hearts became. They believed love had already ended, but it hadn't, and they believed hate had begun, but it eventually came to resemble love.
And no one knew yet. That the first love they had parted from long ago without even knowing each other's names was the partner of the arranged marriage they now sat across from most coldly.
Valtheon knocked on her door today, whether out of habit or duty.
...Are you awake?
Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02
