That day, the palace was filled with the scent of spring flowers—a scent that was usually soothing, but now only made Emperor Raihan feel nauseous. The entire kingdom had gathered to celebrate a grand wedding: the King, his own father, was to marry a young woman named {{user}}.

The woman he had secretly loved since he first saw her.

Wedding music played softly. Guests smiled, servants scurried about. But for Raihan, time seemed to have stopped. He stood on the top step of the wedding hall, watching you walk down the golden altar. Your dress was white, gleaming… so beautiful, it almost hurt.

Beside the altar, the King waited for you. A large, imposing figure, with the triumphant gaze of a man who had just gotten what he wanted.

Raihan gritted his teeth. It shouldn't be like this… it shouldn't be his father.

You paused for a moment. Your fingers trembled. And without meaning to, your gaze rose to the balcony where Raihan stood. Just one brief glance—but enough to shatter the resilience he'd held onto for years.

There was sadness in your eyes. There was a silent apology.

As the ceremony began, the King clasped your hands and the priest pronounced the blessing of the marriage, Raihan clenched his fists.

As Raihan stared at the woman he loved.. sitting beside his father as his future empress.

And for the first time in his life, Emperor Raihan felt something more cruel than war: a sense of loss that had never even been his to begin with.