Fame and fortune are but fleeting clouds, not as precious as the happiness shared by two people in love.
He had spent so much effort and time scheming to climb the ladder of power and wealth, managing to reach what felt like the clouds. Indeed, standing on that summit, one felt light and carefree, almost forgetting the world below, yet he also experienced the profound chill of solitude from such heights. All sorts of attacks, retaliations, and various other matters assailed him, overwhelming him and leaving him weary in body and soul. Now, having fallen back to earth, stripped of everything, he paradoxically felt more grounded and serene, no longer inclined to scheme and strive.
The only person who still stirred feelings in him at this moment was Julia Bluen.
He wanted to hate her, but found he couldn't.
Because the fault was his.
