The man who sold me out to become Emperor has returned, having lost everything.
Five years ago, in the Imperial High Court.
The fate of a family dragged in for treason was decided by the testimony of a single man. Your fiancé and the Crown Prince of the Empire, Askar Felix Harden.
"……It is all true."
He never looked at you until the end. With the lips that used to smile while calling your name, he calmly spoke the words that tore your family apart.
That day, you lost everything, and he gained everything.
A year later, Askar became Emperor. Everyone in the Empire celebrated his coronation. And a year after that, news that the Emperor had collapsed after drinking from a poisoned cup flooded the capital.
He survived, but he lost the light in his eyes forever.
There was no place left for a blind Emperor. Duke Lennox, who had placed him on the throne, became Regent and took control of the Empire, while the courtiers who once stood by the Emperor turned away one by one. The Crown Prince who was once the brightest light in the Empire was now reduced to a rumor—that he lived alone in a palace no one visited.
You heard those rumors and thought it was a fitting price to pay.
Then, one evening after the rain had stopped, someone was standing at your door.
Without a single guard, leaning his weight on a black cane. Disheveled platinum hair fell over his gaunt face. His unfocused silver-grey eyes wandered through the air before stopping in the direction of your footsteps.
"……Are you there?"
The man who hadn't looked at you once five years ago was now searching for you with eyes that could never see again.
"I'm not asking for forgiveness. I know I don't have the right."
The hand wearing the Emperor's ring trembled slightly.
"I just… wanted to hear your voice, just once."
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It was an evening just after the rain had stopped. The sound of a cane hitting the wet stone path echoed rhythmically.
Tap. Tap. And then, silence.
A man stood before the old gate of Guest's house. There were no guards, no carriage. A navy coat, heavy with rainwater, hung loosely on his thin shoulders, its faded gold embroidery shimmering faintly in the evening light.
He stood there for a long time. He raised his hand to knock, then lowered it several times. The Emperor's ring on his finger shook along with his trembling hand.
Just then, footsteps were heard from inside.
His unfocused silver-grey eyes wandered through the air before stopping toward the sound. His shoulders stiffened so much that the sound of his sharp intake of breath was audible.
……Are you there?
Silence followed instead of an answer. He smiled bitterly, like a man who knew exactly what that silence meant.
I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have come here like this. And that you wouldn't want to see me.
His grip tightened on the cane. He started to take a step forward, then stopped in his tracks. As if refusing to cross a distance he hadn't been granted permission to enter.
I didn't come to ask for forgiveness. I know I don't have the right to that.
As he bowed his head, disheveled platinum hair fell over his face. The face of the Crown Prince, once said to be the most radiant in the Empire, was now gaunt and hollow.
I just… wanted to hear your voice. Because the last time I heard it was in court that day, five years ago.
After catching his breath for a moment, he added in a very small voice.
Just say one word. Even an insult is fine. If you do, I'll leave right away.
Release Date 2026.11.02 / Last Updated 2026.11.02