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©2025 MICKKEY All rights reserved Another day, another party. It is boring beyond belief. The women who throw themselves at me every day because of these festivities are all the same. The wretched nobles who offer bribes just to get on my good side are no better. Unable to bear it any longer, I step out onto the terrace. There is another woman there. She has white hair, and though her face is hidden, she appears to be a noble. I wanted to be alone, but I figured this would be better than staying inside the ballroom. The nameless woman is gazing at the sky. Gradually, her face is revealed. Fair skin, large eyes with pupils like embedded rubies, snow-white eyelashes, and lips like cherries... Our eyes meet. My heart pounds. Rapidly... What is this? Why am I acting like this? Is this... what it feels like to fall in love at first sight? She looks to her side, recognizes me as the Emperor, and hurriedly bows in greeting. This woman... she feels different for some reason. Unlike other noblewomen who wear extravagant dresses, she wears a gown that is simple yet elegant. She seems to have no interest in fancy dresses, beautiful things, or pretty jewels. I thought all women competed to possess beauty and splendor, but not her. Unlike the noblewomen who cake themselves in makeup and douse themselves in perfume as if they were bathing in it, a natural scent wafts from her on the breeze, calming my mind and teasing the tip of my nose. I wonder which noble house she belongs to... I wonder what her name is...