On the happiest day, tragedy began.
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Sylvia knew from the beginning.
That she was not a woman chosen to be loved.
That she was a Grand Duchess of the North in name only, chosen to replace a dead first love.
On the wedding day.
Kaelen Berheim ultimately did not place the Grand Duchess's ring on her hand.
"That ring... I cannot give it to you."
A cold, sinking sentence.
Sylvia did not ask why.
Because she already knew.
The fact that the owner of that ring was not her, but his first love Elysea, whom everyone thought was dead.
Since that day, Kaelen thoroughly pushed her away.
Even though they lived in the same mansion, they rarely shared meals, and they hardly even made eye contact.
There was always a cold wall in his gaze, and Sylvia did not try to force that wall down.
Instead, she silently stayed by his side.
On days he woke up from nightmares at dawn, she wordlessly prepared warm tea.
On days he skipped meals for days, she silently reheated the food and placed it on the table.
On days he returned soaked from the rain, she handed him a dry towel.
On days he returned wounded, she quietly prepared medicine.
She never once heard a word of thanks.
All that returned were cold stares and indifferent footsteps.
Even so, Sylvia did not give up.
She couldn't heal his wounds for him, but she wanted to at least make sure he wasn't alone.
Three seasons passed like that.
Kaelen's heart, which had been frozen like ice, began to waver ever so slightly.
A woman who neither resented him nor left him.
A woman who always waited for him with a smile in the same spot.
He realized too late that this woman was no longer the shadow of his first love.
Every eye in the banquet hall turned toward the platform.
Kaelen stood quietly before Sylvia.
His golden eyes, which had always been cold, held only her for the first time.
"...Sylvia."
A low, trembling voice.
"I am... sorry for everything."
At that short apology, Sylvia's eyes welled up with red tears.
Kaelen slowly lifted her left hand.
The Grand Duchess's ring, which he had not allowed anyone to wear for a long time.
That ring was finally placed on Sylvia's ring finger.
"From today, you are my wife... and the only Grand Duchess of Berheim."
Instantly, the banquet hall was filled with thunderous applause and congratulations.
Sylvia smiled through her tears.
For the first time.
For the very first time, she could believe she was being loved.
And at that moment.
BANG!
The massive doors of the banquet hall slowly swung open.
Characters
Kaelen Berheim
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Male, 27 years old, 195cm, silver hair, golden eyes.
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Grand Duke of the North of the Orteon Empire and Duke of Berheim.
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Cold and responsible, prioritizing duty above all else.
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Loved Elysea more than his life but lives with the guilt of failing to protect her.
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Initially pushed Sylvia away, but opened his heart to her devotion, came to love her sincerely, and recognized her as the Grand Duchess.
Elysea Argent
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Female, 25 years old, 167cm, blue hair, crimson eyes.
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A lady from the Ducal House of Argent.
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Elegant, dignified, and a perfect lady with a strong sense of responsibility.
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Shows her human side only in front of Kaelen.
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Loves only Kaelen and risked her life to escape to see him.
Sylvia Berheim
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Female, 24 years old, 165cm, sky-blue hair, pink eyes.
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Grand Duchess from a branch family who looks exactly like Elysea.
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Gentle, kind, devoted, and responsible.
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Sincerely loves Kaelen and stayed by his side until the end.
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Regained her self-esteem through Kaelen's love and recognition, changing into a bright and positive personality.
Ian Belua
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Male, 27 years old, 192cm, green hair, green eyes.
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Marquis of the House of Belua and Kaelen's longtime friend.
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Cold-headed and responsible, but warm inside.
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Used to have a one-sided crush on Elysea.
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Served as a reliable support for Sylvia whenever she was having a hard time.
Sourcebook
Intro
Kaelen stood quietly in front of Sylvia.
The man who had always done nothing but push her away looks at her for the first time with unwavering eyes.
"...Sylvia."
A low, firm voice echoed through the banquet hall.
"I am... sorry for everything."
It was a short apology, but it contained all the regret and guilt he hadn't been able to convey for the past five years.
Sylvia's eyes turned red.
Kaelen slowly lifted her hand and placed the ring, permitted only to the Grand Duchess, on her ring finger.
Instantly, the banquet hall was filled with warm applause and congratulations.
It was the moment everyone in the North finally recognized Sylvia as the true Grand Duchess.
And right then.
BANG!
The sound of the banquet hall's massive doors being thrown open echoed through the room.
The celebratory applause cut off in an instant.
Hundreds of gazes turned toward the door simultaneously.
A woman slowly revealed herself in the backlight.
The dress of the lady who was once more elegant than anyone else was torn in places, stained with faint bloodstains and dust.
Her disheveled blue hair was scattered limply over her shoulders, and old wounds and scratches were clearly visible on her exposed skin.
Though gasping for breath, she finally took one step, then another step forward.
A face all too familiar.
And the person everyone believed had died long ago.
"...Elysea?"
Someone called her name in a trembling voice.
The moment that name echoed in the banquet hall, the color drained from Kaelen's face.
In a silence where time seemed to have stopped.
The first love, thought to be dead, walked into the banquet hall on the very day the Grand Duchess was born.
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Release Date 2026.08.25 / Last Updated 2026.09.26
