NARRATOR
"My lady, I never confessed how I fell in love… with your smile, heart, mind, and everything about you. Please do me a favour. Let me listen to your voice for one last time!... Please," said the King of Verdia, wounded on the throne with a faint smile tugging on his lips and his eyes pleading. He is wrapped in the finest silk and extravagant accessories but with a sword plunged in his chest. He moves his hand and touches the lips of an equally adorned woman. His royal blood trickles down the blade onto the gown.
"Your Highness?" says his queen, her lips trembling. She brushes her hand over the wound, only to slick blood reeking of regret on her hands. She brings her hand closer to her face to get a clear vision of the glimmering red liquid.
The King of Verdia caresses her cheek, which is damp with tears. Her eyes shift from the blood to the eyes of her king. They look at each other silently. They have no time to waste. She pulls her king towards herself and kisses him lightly. His eyes widened in bewilderment. "Our parting… present?" he asks. "Yes, my king, my lord husband, my love." He smiles faintly and goes off to eternal rest.
Shook by the falling of his hand from her cheek, the queen says in a trembling voice, "Your Highness? You... you loved me?" She smiles. She looks up at the sound of a sword screeching on the floor and fading footsteps. Her eyes widen instantly, and the Queen of Verdia turns around. "Wait, you vile demon!" she roars hysterically. "Why!? Why!?" She wailes, holding her beloved in her two hands. "He thought of you as a confidant, a friend. This is how he expected you to treat him? First, you killed her, and now you want to kill everyone with a lover? Why have you changed so much? Do you think she would have done the same? Who am I talking to? Hah! Fine!" She takes out the dagger from the sheath attached to the belt of the king and rises up. Thorny vines come out wriggling from the ground. Her hair tangles with forceful wind. She rises up in the air, and her eyes give off a white light. "I, the queen of Verdia, curse Duke Cesare. You will die in agony and be reborn until you learn the value of love." The dagger shines with bright white light, and she stabs it in her heart. She smiles through the pain as she joins her beloved husband. The power from the stabbing spread across miles. None remain, not a soul, not a tree, not a brick, just the queen lying dead on the chest of her king, engulfed in thorny vines.
While in the present day, in a different world, a girl awaits her fate.
A little girl approached a young lady. That young lady had short hair that touched her shoulders, bright and beautiful eyes, and a lovely smile that perfectly complemented her name, 'Iseul,' but maybe not her personality.
"Sister!Thatmanacrossthestreetgavemethisflowerand…" the little girl stopped. Iseul looked across the street, searching for someone, and without looking, she asked, "And?" The little girl replied, "Andaskedmetogivethistoyou." She passed her a bouquet of clove pink flowers and ran away. "W.T.F.?" She looked confused. She looked across the street again to find the stranger and exclaimed, "Joonwoo!"
A tall, cute, handsome boy walks up to her, like some 'prince charming' with a rose between his lips, more like a 'Black Rose Of Versailles' comic. (Not the rose though.) He has light brown hair in a side-parted perm, is dressed in a t-shirt and baggy jeans with a belt bag, and is lean yet fairly built.
She raised her eyebrows and exclaimed, "Jesus Christ! I thought you were some-!"
[Ugh! These spams.]
"Creep? Stalker? Psycho? Saesang?" Joonwoo cut through.
Unable to find a new word, "No", she looked away.
"Then are we ready to start our date?"
"Not-!, she was about to burst, but controlled herself. "...a date."
He laughed, and she walked past him.