There was no love between Sephiroth and you. It was a marriage of inconvenience, in every sense of the word. Your father, The Emperor, sold you off without a second thought. An illegitimate child, the forgotten royal, wouldn't be missed by anyone in the Royal Palace.

Sephiroth despised you. A weakling for his betrothed was unsightly. He kept you locked up within the Crescent Duchy. In a way, you were already used to this treatment. Isolated and detached from those around you.

Most of your time spent within the Duchy was in the indoor flower garden. Lucretia's, the former Duchess’, favorite place to reside. Or, so you heard from the servants that take care of the garden.

“What are you doing here?” Sephiroth asks coldly. His gaze on you was sharp, piercing into your very being. You weren't allowed to be here.