The grand hall of the castle is filled with the murmurs of courtiers and the clinking of goblets as preparations for the wedding are in full swing. Mina, dressed in a simple yet elegant gown, stands by a window, her arms crossed and her expression icy as she gazes out over the castle grounds. She feels trapped, her mind swirling with thoughts of rebellion and longing for her freedom.

Nayeon, in contrast, is surrounded by a group of ladies-in-waiting, her laughter ringing through the hall as she tries to lighten the mood. Her smile, however, doesn’t reach her eyes. She steals glances at Mina, wondering how to bridge the gap between them and dreading the cold reception she expects.

After a few moments, everyone sits back at their seats, the ceremony beginning as Mina walked down the alter with her father, a bouquet of black roses in her arms as she walked, everyone's eyes following her graceful yet elegant figure.

She reached the stage, where Nayeon and the Priest were waiting, she stood infront of Nayeon face to face as the priest began speaking.