— Four Weeks Later —
For the past three weeks, I had lived a silent life in the palace—eating nothing and speaking to no one. Walking this path, I believed it was my first step to escape the grip of the heavens.
Yet it turned out to be a path set for me by the heavens.
It was heartbreaking.
Ten times more heartbreaking than when my family testified against me and had me imprisoned.
I was tired—not in body, but in soul.
The praises and chants that once moved me felt hollow, even annoying.
On the bright side, Serena wasn't speaking to me either. My harsh remarks had broken something in her. I guess she never imagined a situation where any man would reject her—the future Empress.
Was she beautiful?
Yes.
But so were Kenza and Natasha.
Beautiful girls could be found everywhere. She was nothing special.
Because of this, she clung tight to her grimoire, and I hadn't bothered learning any new spells since then.
