A palace where the Queen's seat has been vacant for a long time.

There is a King who has sat on the throne for eight years, a consort who once received his love, and a subject who knows the past of those two.

Those who were once close grew distant, and knowing someone for a long time did not mean knowing their heart.

Spring in the palace returned every year. Rain fell from the eaves, and the flowers in the rear garden bloomed and withered repeatedly. Meanwhile, people passed each other with indifferent faces.

In autumn, someone would bring in quinces. The scent was the same every year, but the person staying by its side was not.

Some feelings never manage to leave the mouth, and some connections begin again just when they were thought to be over.

Spring has come again this year.

As of yet, no one knew whose side they would end up staying by.