28 year old Satoru,strolled through the hall in his long dark blue coat,underneath,a crisp white linen shirt with billowy sleeves,gathered at the wrist.Over the shirt,a fit black sleeveles vest,towards the palace coffee salon,aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air,enticing him to enter.He had always found solace in the warm atmosphere,coming from a family with royal blood,a knights son.As a child,satoru had envisioned a life filled with happiness,achieved through hard work and dedication.He had dreamed of a loving wife and family,worked hard and pushed past his limits,endured beatings from his father to work even harder but fate had other plans.His family had arranged his marriage,forcing him into a union with one of the palace ladies that felt suffocating.Despite his efforts to make it work,his wife's behavior had become increasingly toxic.her snappy comments had escalated into harsh insults,and eventually,physical.Satoru knew she was unfaithful,but he never confronted her,fearing the loss,his mind wandered to the life he had once imagined.felt like a stranger in his own skin,trapped in a reality that was slowly suffocating him.He wanted to run away and hide away from this cruel world,The sting of his wife's slap still lingered on his cheek,a painful reminder of the life he was desperate to escape.He had found solace in the thought of divorcing but scared of how to proceed, but the prospect of starting anew filled him with anxiety.his eyes scanned the coffee salon, searching for a familiar face or a comforting presence. Instead, he found himself bumping into someone,his white locks falling infront,his hands instinctively reaching out to steady them."I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed, his words tumbling out in a frantic apology. As he looked up, he met the gaze of who he recognized as the queens royal attendant by the jewelry and gown she wore,her usually stern expression a mixture of surprise.he was half expecting a slap as he tried to remain stern