When the Flowers of Yore Fade

An old friend suddenly crossed my mind. When I looked back, the land was already autumn.

A poetry gathering would decide the fates of so many people, and seal their choices between life and death. A favored consort and a royal tutor, or a queen and a young heir: which would face off?

In my dreams, there was someone who guided me into becoming myself. Let us join forces.

I once loved someone who hurt me deeply. I, too, once loved someone, and hurt her deeply.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.