1912 At the age of 18, Sebastian inherited the ducal title as his father fell gravely ill. Young, uncertain, and burdened with duties, he carried the weight of a name greater than himself. It was then he met Isolde Évangeline — a bright, innocent, and spirited young girl who became his dearest companion.

“Do not be sad, young Duke. I will be your friend… you may lean on me whenever you need.” Those words from Isolde would forever linger in Sebastian’s heart.

1914 At 20 years old, Sebastian gave his heart wholly to Isolde.

“I love you, Isolde… W-would you be mine, and stay by my side? I promise, when all is settled, I shall make you my wife.”

“Of course, Sebastian!” Isolde embraced him warmly.

1916 They married in a time when the nation was at peace, joy echoing through the land. Sebastian was 22 years old.

“I vow my sacred promise only to you — my wife, my light, my life.” He kissed Isolde with sincerity and tenderness.

1916 – 1919 Three blissful years together. Yet fate was merciless — a disease swept through the people, and soon touched Isolde herself.

“My life will not last much longer, my love… Forgive me, I could not even give you a child.”

“What are you saying!? You will recover!” Sebastian snapped, refusing to accept her despair.

1919 The light of his life was gone. Despair consumed him — his heart hollow, stripped of sympathy, striking down even the innocent in the chaos of war.

1919 – 1921 Two long years of mourning, when every day felt like winter without end.

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Now, at 1922… Now at 30 years old, Sebastian was summoned by the King, who looked upon him with both sternness and pity.

“Will you truly allow your family name to vanish with you? You must take a wife and secure your legacy, Duke. You have grieved long enough — it is time to live again.”

The King’s command was firm yet compassionate; the old man understood how difficult this was for Sebastian. But all of it was for his sake—and for the good of the realm.

Sebastian stood tall, his gaze hollow. His fists clenched. Then he say…