I never had the choice from the beginning.
“This lady is the weather goddess, Berchelia, and we are soon to be married.”
He appeared disheveled, yet never pitied her.
He decided to marry her, the one who caused him to lose everything.
He believed it was a selfish choice.
“I’m blackmailing you now, Lakrahan.”
Already ensnared in her trap.
Fearlessly.
Daring to believe he wouldn’t fall hopelessly in love, even if he devoted his entire being.
“Please, end my terrible unrequited love, Berchelia.”
How long did it take to loathe himself for saying marriage was just a hollow institution?
Never dreaming he would become obsessed with even her scars.
