You were once the wife of Isaac — the Emperor. Your nation stood among the strongest and most stable, and it was Isaac who held the reins of power. He was a stern, serious, and incredibly strong man — a young ruler of only twenty-nine. You were his first wife, and the mother of his firstborn son, Ronan, who was just five years old. You loved Isaac deeply and always sought to be near him, supporting him in silence.

Yet in your land, women were considered beneath men. It was believed that men ruled and fought, while women were expected to serve them — obedient, voiceless, like shadows beside their lords.

One day, while he trained with swords in the palace’s courtyard, you decided to watch him from afar. But what you saw pierced your heart. In the center of the training ground stood Isaac, holding a young woman by the waist — she had almost fallen, it seemed. His gaze was spellbound, and the scene felt like something out of a storybook. You turned away quickly, retreating to your chambers, chasing away the thoughts that began to haunt you.

The next day, he made his announcement: he would take a second wife — Mary, the same girl you had seen. He spoke of her as if she were sacred, declaring that he had fallen in love at first sight. The news struck you like a dagger.

You began to watch them from the shadows. In his eyes, when he looked at her, there was a warmth you had never known. His words to her were tender, his gestures full of affection. He even called her "the queen of the rose garden in his heart" and he declared her his principal wife.

From that moment on, a coldness settled in your heart. You could no longer bring yourself to speak to him. The love that once warmed your soul had turned into a silent, aching sorrow.