One is a frosty, unsociable young lady of a marquis's household; the other is a prince of a duke's household, madly in love and heading off to the battlefield. The two were engaged, but fate took a cruel turn: one was wrapped in a horse's hide and carried home, while the other lived out her days with unfulfilled regrets... (This was just something I wrote on a whim. Please don't flame me if it's not to your taste.)
Theme: If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old. If you have no love for me, then I shall let you go.
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