The story goes back to the day before Roy and his companion set out for the Auglia Dunes... The wind was strong that day, stinging people's eyes until they watered.
Ever since the news of First Prince Jiebier's death spread, the announcement that not a single person had recovered from the affliction ate away at the Royal Capital like a hopeless poison. Some felt resentful, some repented, some closed their eyes and waited to die, and some fell into hysteria. Regardless of how they had lived their lives, death was the ultimate end awaiting the ailing royals.
The sunset-reddened garden corridor was the obligatory route to Frier's room. Roy stood there alone, his gaze drifting toward the flowers in the courtyard. Tended meticulously by the gardeners, the courtyard boasted vibrant blossoms competing for attention in every season.
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