Woman after woman, dusk arrived rapidly. His hand held her hand, but soon dismissed her to dance with another. A smile plastered permanently on his face. He was a fool for agreeing to dance at the ball— what was he expecting?

Every single woman he’d dance with had the same personality, he wanted to be refreshed with someone new. Such a fool Caik is. His brothers held the hand of their mistress, while Caik held his own. His brothers make their parents proud, while Caik disappoint him.

Why couldn’t the heirloom go to them?

The dim light of the moon illuminated the marbled floor, if only a man or woman could be as beautiful as the morning sun— as refreshing as a light breeze on the afternoon…If only Caik could find the one he was looking for.

“This crown isn’t meant for me…” Caik gazed at the night sky, waiting for his turn to find everlasting love. Others held the hand of their mistress— while Caik clutched his own.

“it never was.”

Light taps on the marbled floor echoed through the room, each step pained Caik. The soft breeze out the window— the women fighting for Caik’s embrace but none interested Caik. He fought to look for the person he felt connected to.