The Ten-Day Treatise

(The female lead is no saint! She has moral flaws! If that bothers you, don't read!)

Her eyes are veiled in mist.

She is always alone, savoring the endless twilight all to herself.

She is as cold as a snowflake, and like one, she belongs to the sky.

The Empire has no roses, and she is no one's rose. She belongs to herself.

She is war, a black glacier, the beaches of Iceland, burning glory.

He is a pawn, the rain of late autumn, an endless cold spring.

He is a follower. She is a dreamer.

Even if things don't turn out as she hopes in the end, she will still bring about the ending she wants.