She left home after her mother passed away, heading to the Central Plains to find the only family she had left in this world. Instead, she came face to face with the trial she could never escape in this lifetime. She wanted nothing more than a quiet, peaceful life, but he was full of ambition and grand aspirations. The struggle for the throne, protecting family, the company of friends, being used behind her back, and hurt after hurt: which mattered more to him, the kingdom or having his beloved all to himself?
You once said, "I'll paint myself in finery and wait for someone's return." Only in the end did I learn that the next line was, "Leaving the woman behind to slowly wither." So be it. The splendor of this lifetime was no more than drifting sand in a painting, dreamlike and illusory, fleeting and insubstantial.
