Thirteen years old was the first time he met her, and it was also an inconspicuous black spot on the intersection.
He is the man who is about to become the king, and she is just a young lady in a deep palace.
When we met again, things had changed. The innocent girl from back then was now standing beside the throne made of bones, looking down.
The king and his ministers are like the flowers and leaves of the other side of the flower. Even though they know each other's existence, they cannot see each other after all.