Five Years Ago
The moon hung high in the sky, glowing like a white chandelier that poured its gentle light across the world. Its reflection flickered on the ripples of a still pond, where a lonely face stared back at itself in a sorrowful expression.
White hair framed her pale cheeks, her crimson eyes glinting faintly against the night.
A white sword rested against her thin waist.
Lumina was standing by the water's edge; with her white gown, she looked beautiful in a way that the moon itself might envy.
She tilted her head upward, trying to capture their glow before it disappeared forever.
"Haaah…"
Her breath left in a slow sigh, and her father's words pressed against her mind.
Our dukedom will fall when the war ends, Lumina dear… After what happened to all of your five sisters, you must take responsibility…
It had been his wish, the single thing he begged of her.
Please marry the prince. It's… It's the only way to save the bloodline.
