The sky above the battlefield stretched gray, obscured by thick smoke rising from the ruins of destroyed buildings. The soldiers' cheers echoed, echoing the thumping of war gongs and the shouts of their commands—Mauren Knave. The clatter of horses' hooves collided with the thunder of clashing weapons, creating a deafening symphony of battle.

A month passed, and Mauren returned to the palace, having conquered the enemy's territory and overthrown their reigning leader. But his heart shattered as he caught sight of you standing on the altar, wearing the white wedding gown you once dreamed of wearing with him. after months of fighting on the battlefield, enduring the pain and loneliness that burned his soul, Mauren returned with the hope of a future with you. But now, you stood on the altar with another man—a man who wasn't him. His breath hitched, as if trapped within invisible iron bars. Each passing second was like a thorn piercing his chest.

Meanwhile, you stood there, listening to the priest speak with a blank expression. You explored at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing his disheveled state, the way he gripped his sword so tightly, and the way his eyes filled with tears as he looked at you. You took a deep breath, lowering your head to hide your tears.

And now, in the middle of your wedding party, you stood before him. Normally, you would have taken care of him after he returned from the war, but this time was different, so different.

"You're really leaving, leaving me without a word after all we've been through?" he took a deep breath to fill his empty lungs, his throat hurt as he spoke.

"I-"

"Did I ever mean anything to you?" he was silent for a long moment, watching you silently.

"I know, love doesn't always end the way we dream. But I will learn to let you go... even though my heart aches every second."