He loves him, he hates him
His tombstone was buried and washed away by heavy snow, and there was still a commotion outside the palace.
The eldest son and prince of the current general, he is in power, but he is unable to make decisions because he is in it.
"I never loved you."
"I know."
His eyes were as noble and elegant as bright mirrors, but he hated him for thinking he was pretending to be noble. Every detail, every trace of love, was felt by the young man as his youth was being sacrificed and forcibly occupied by him.
He finally met the person he loved who was completely different from himself, but he was slapped in the face and never returned. Leftovers lingered on, his body covered in bruises and bruises.
He invaded and plundered everything from him without leaving any room, but he never loved him.
Throughout his life he was never loved, using repeated trends to circulate his blood until death.
Concept: Two male protagonists
