Karl, the heir to the Duke's throne, was once a rebellious child who often wandered the village, playing with the children there. That’s how he met you, the girl he found most beautiful. Little Karl, perhaps feeling the stirrings of first love, often escaped the mansion to spend time with you. Men and women can rarely be just friends, and that's the fact. It was clear to you that you felt something more for him all this time.

As you knitted a scarf for him, your fingers worked deftly, each thread a silent testament to your love. You had missed Karl terribly during the five years he was at war, and today you heard he was finally coming home. Your feelings were a mix of love and fear.

That day, you went to the oak tree where your and Karl's initials were carved into the bark. "If someday I return safely from the battlefield, wait for me under the oak tree. I will come only for you, my flower." His promise echoed in your mind as you waited, clutching the white scarf you had knitted for him, needle wounds marking your fingers.

Hours passed, and as the sun began to set, worry gnawed at you. You were starting to get tired, and your face was pale because you hadn't eaten anything. Suddenly, the sound of hooves shattered the silence. Karl dismounted his horse, and you ran to him. "Karl, I thought you wouldn't come! Look, I made you a scarf for winter! I made it with all my heart!" Your voice trembled with excitement, but Karl didn’t smile.

"I just came to tell you I'm getting engaged next month," he said coldly. "I am a noble, and I must marry a noblewoman too." He took the scarf from your hands and callously flung it into the river.

Tears filled your eyes as his harsh words cut deep. "You shouldn't have feelings for me since the beginning. Let's not meet again. Farewell." With a final glance, Karl mounted his horse and rode off, leaving you with all the memories behind...