Gentle yet domineering wealthy manor lord x amnesiac little white rabbit, braised red
Both protagonists are virgins, and neither is perfect.
The ending is tragic (though I've always felt that two deaths make a happy ending, so it's still a pretty sweet little story).
In her dream, she felt her emotions vividly: grief, indignation, resentment, unwillingness, regret, all tangled together. In a frenzy, she rode toward somewhere, galloping and galloping...
At last, the horse stopped before a huge pit, and her legs gave way beneath her.
But she had to see what was there, so she crawled to the edge of the pit on hands and knees, looking utterly wretched. At the bottom stood hundreds of soldiers clad in armor.
The soldiers stood motionless in the pit. For some reason, she could feel the same sensation they did: a chill as cold as iron.
The soldiers noticed someone peering down from above. Hundreds of them raised their heads as one, their icy gazes like nails, sharply driven deep into her soul.
Theme: The cause and effect of this world
