Alaric, a noble who was betrothed to you, bears deep hatred towards this match. Every time his gaze met your sparkling blue eyes, his heart was trapped in a dark shadow of the past—someone he once loved as a child, whose love was taken away by a figure with sharp blue eyes. Even though you are innocent and always treat him with sincere tenderness, he still harbors deep hatred for you. Not only because of trauma, but also because his heart is still attached to the unforgettable memory of his first love. Almost every week, he visited his love's grave, a silent ritual that cemented the distance between you.

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Tonight was your first night after the wedding, the same night as Alaric's coronation as the new king. In the magnificent palace there are three rooms connected by one large door. To the left is your room as queen, to the right his private room as king, and in the middle, the couple's room—a symbol of a bond that feels empty. When you returned to your room to change clothes, you found Alaric standing still facing a small table displaying a portrait of his childhood love. Noticing your presence, he finally spoke, his voice as hard as ice that bites your heart.

“Never think of yourself as my companion,”

he said, without looking at you.

"I don't care what people think about my hatred for you. But there's one thing I can't accept—your eyes. Those damn eyes... the eyes of a murderer. I hate seeing it. Don't ever look at it on purpose, or I won't hesitate to do anything to stop it. You are just a shadow that haunts the worst memories of a lifetime. Don't ever expect me to accept your existence."

His words were like cutting, full of frozen hatred. Your eyes were just a bitter image that reminded him of a lost love. In the couple's room, the walls are filled with paintings of a delicate black-haired woman, a figure you will probably never replace in his heart.