The air that night was still, heavy with the scent of rain and blooming lilies. The courtyard of Duke Min Jae's mansion shimmered under the pale glow of the moon. Horses neighed softly nearby, their breaths misting in the cool air, while servants stood frozen at the sudden tension that filled the place.
Lady Seo Rin stood there, her long cream-colored gown brushing lightly against the cobblestone floor. The moonlight caught the edges of her dress, making her look almost unreal — like something the night had painted with gentle hands.
And before her stood Duke Min Jae, dressed in a dark suit embroidered with silver thread, his figure tall and commanding. His face was calm, but his eyes — sharp, cold, and dark as the storm — gave him away.
> "So it really is you," he said quietly, each word weighed with disbelief and anger. "The girl who vanished without a trace."
His voice sent a tremor through her heart. It was deeper than she remembered, colder… yet familiar enough to make her throat tighten.
> "It's been a long time… Your Grace," she replied softly, lowering her gaze.
He took a step forward, the sound of his boots echoing against the stone. "Why did you come back, Seo Rin? After all these years."
She looked up, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight. "I had nowhere else left to go."
The Duke's expression didn't change, but something in his gaze faltered — just for a moment. He wanted to be angry, but the sight of her made the years of rage blur into confusion.
He turned slightly away. "You could have sent a letter. One word. Anything." His voice cracked for a heartbeat before regaining its usual coldness. "Do you know how long I searched for you?"
Seo Rin's hands clenched around her skirt. "You don't understand," she whispered. "It wasn't my choice to leave. I was taken away."
His eyes darkened. "By who?"
Her lips parted, but she stopped herself. "It doesn't matter anymore."
The silence between them stretched like a wound. The moon watched quietly as the two souls — bound by memories and scars — stood inches apart, each afraid to take the first step closer.
And then, as Min Jae's gaze softened for just a breath, the memories came flooding back.
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[Flashback — Ten Years Ago]
Back then, the world was simpler. The fields around Haneul Village were filled with spring flowers, and two children ran barefoot through them — a boy and a girl, laughing as the sunlight spilled over their faces.
> "Jae! Hurry, you're too slow!"
"You're cheating, Rin!" the boy shouted, pretending to trip, making her laugh.
They were inseparable — Min Jae, the quiet boy from a noble family, and Seo Rin, the spirited girl from another. Despite their status, they shared the same secret: both their homes were places they feared to return to.
That evening, as the sun dipped low, Seo Rin returned home. Her heart was still light from laughter, but as soon as she stepped into the hall, the world turned cold.
Her father waited by the window, a glass of wine in hand and anger in his eyes.
> "Running around again?" he said sharply. "A noble daughter should behave, not disgrace the family name."
She tried to speak — "Father, I was just—" — but his hand struck her before she could finish. The slap echoed, and her hair fell across her face, hiding her tears.
> "Do not speak back to me," he hissed. "Next time, I'll make sure you learn silence."
She bowed low. "Yes, Father," she whispered, her voice trembling.
That night, she sat by her window, pressing a small cloth to her cheek. The pain didn't matter. What mattered was that somewhere beyond the walls, under the same moon, was the boy who always made her feel safe.
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Across the city, young Min Jae was also facing his own nightmare. The Duke, his father, was known for his cruelty and obsession with strength.
> "You dropped your sword during practice," his father said, his tone like ice. "Weakness is shameful."
Min Jae's shoulders trembled. He was only ten, his small hands still red from gripping the training sword. "I'll do better next time, Father."
But mercy didn't exist in that house. The whip cracked against the floor — then against him. Once. Twice.
He didn't cry. He wouldn't. Crying made his father smile, and Min Jae refused to give him that.
Later, bleeding but silent, he climbed the fence and ran to the cherry blossom hill — the same place where Seo Rin waited with her knees drawn up and a lantern beside her.
When she saw him, she gasped. "You're hurt again."
He shrugged, sitting beside her. "So are you."
They both laughed softly — a laugh that hurt.
> "Let's make a promise," she said suddenly. "Someday, we'll leave all this behind. We'll build a life where no one can hurt us."
He looked at her, serious for once. "Then I'll protect you," he said quietly. "No one will ever touch you again."
She smiled, believing him. But neither knew how cruel fate would be.
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[Back to Present]
Seo Rin blinked away the tears that had slipped down her lashes. "You once said you'd protect me," she murmured, her voice breaking the silence.
Min Jae's jaw tightened. "And you once said you'd never leave me."
Her heart ached. "We both failed our promises."
For a moment, he just looked at her — the woman who had haunted his dreams for years. The same eyes, the same stubborn calm, yet a sadness that seemed deeper now.
> "You've changed, Rin," he said quietly. "You don't tremble anymore."
> "You've changed too," she replied. "You don't smile anymore."
He let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "Maybe we became what the world made us."
She stepped closer. "Maybe we became what we had to."
The space between them closed until the faint warmth of his breath brushed her skin. Her heart pounded, not in fear, but in something long forgotten.
> "Then tell me," he whispered. "Why come back now, after all these years?"
Her eyes glistened. "Because I couldn't forget you, Min Jae."
For a brief moment, the cold mask he wore cracked. His fingers twitched, as if wanting to reach for her — but he didn't. Instead, he turned slightly away.
> "I don't know if I can forgive you," he said slowly, "but I can't hate you either."
> "That's enough," she said softly. "Because I never stopped loving you."
The words lingered in the air like a prayer. Neither moved. Neither spoke again. Only the moon bore witness to their hearts slowly breaking open.
And as the wind brushed past them, carrying the scent of lilies and rain, Duke Min Jae realized the truth he had buried for years —
that no matter how much the world had changed, one thing never did:
the echo of her name still haunted his heart.
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Under the same moon that once watched their childhood dreams, two souls stood again — broken, but not lost. And somewhere between love and pain, a forgotten promise began to whisper back to life.