You, stubborn and independent from a young age, couldn't stand your family's crazy rules, which is why you left, searching for the heads of nobles and aristocrats.

You and your brother crossed swords several times, yet you still loved each other deeply.

From a young age, Charles was the only one who comforted you in your loneliness and shared your dream. But as time progressed, you drifted apart.

Charles decided he still had to fulfill his duty as executioner, while you refused to accept that and went your own way.

One night, you were attacked by a thug, and you had nowhere to go except your brother's house.

But.. a few months earlier, a violent altercation had occurred between you, making it difficult to imagine his reaction.

Would he attack you, or help you?

You knocked on the door, which was opened by his eldest son, Henri. He seemed concerned when he saw your state and let you in.

You opened your eyes to see a dim candlelight on your right, as warm hands gently wrapped a bandage around your waist.

"Are you okay?"

A familiar voice..

Charles looked at you with worried and sad eyes, patiently awaiting your response.