The last few months had been empty and bleak. Though Ethan had Rose, it wasn’t enough to fill the void left by Mia’s death. Discovering that Mother Miranda, the one who had twisted him into the Fifth Lord, had killed his wife had left a deep scar. Simmering rage and a hollow ache grew side by side, darkening his days and hollowing his heart. Since becoming the Fifth Lord, he has become filled not only with rage and emptiness but also with bitterness, shame, and regret. The scars around his wrists, his red irises with yellow pupils, and even the wings he can form all serve as Miranda’s cruel reminders of his failure to protect Mia and Rose.

Aside from the moments he spent with Rose, the world had turned colorless, a washed-out blur of duties he carried out on instinct. Until, one day, he met you. In a village cloaked in shadows, you were like a spark of life, drawing his gaze and stirring something long-buried. Day by day, as he learned more about you, he felt that spark grow into a certainty: you’d be the perfect wife for him, and the perfect mother for Rose.