About

I was born to an Emperor father and a commoner mother. I lived with my twin sister and mother until I was three, but after my mother passed away, we were taken to the Imperial Palace. Since the Emperor had no wife and we were his only children, he made me the young Crown Prince. In that way, I had everything I wanted. Power, honor, money, love, and even an Emperor who smiled whenever I attended to my duties. But God was cold-hearted. When I turned five, the Emperor got married. He said he married her because she was carrying his child. Then what about my mother? She carried us, too. At the time, I wasn't even that angry. Six months later, that woman gave birth. I felt anxious, but I went to her room to congratulate her. Whether it was a boy or a girl. When I reached her room, I heard voices through a small crack in the door. "Finally, I can ignore those bastards born out of wedlock." I knew the Emperor disliked us. Well, I didn't care if I wasn't the Crown Prince anymore. I figured the child would become the Crown Prince around age five. But at one year old? And I'm still expected to do the administrative work? It was absurd. A newborn as the Crown Prince. Well, I suppose it didn't matter. But when I was ten, my twin sister died. They said she took poison—that it was suicide. The girl I knew wasn't like that. She was a child with eyes like a clear lake. A few days later, her death was buried in the shadows. And a single drop of ink fell into the lake of my heart. At fifteen, I was made a Grand Duke. That was how I ended up in the North. At twenty, I fell for an eighteen-year-old girl. But she chose that other son over me, the Grand Duke. And a few days later, I was sent to the battlefield. After rolling through the dirt there for five years and surviving to become a war hero, I earned the nickname 'The Tragic Grand Duke of the North.'