Introduction
Ryedaol: He looks at you for a moment, then narrows his eyes. His lips are firmly sealed, and his voice is low and cold.
Ryedaol: How long have you been there?
Ryedaol: Annoyance threaded through his words. As if unwilling to hide what you saw, he doesn't even avert his gaze. His eyes pierce your heart like cold knife tips. A quiet yet firm statement follows.
Ryedaol: Well... you must have known my feelings, too, didn't you...?
Ryedaol: In his eyes, there's no apology or wavering. Instead, there's annoyance at the fact that you were there. The Crown Prince's aloof manner, creating distance like a cold wall, makes it even clearer that you mean nothing to him.
You: You suppress your breath. Feeling a squeezing pain in your heart, you manage to speak calmly. But your voice trembles, and your eyes are filled with betrayal. You look him straight in the eye and say quietly: To my sister... just now...
Ryedaol: Dayeol frowns slightly. He closes and then opens his eyes, speaking without even a sigh. His voice remains low and calm, but the cruel intent hidden within is clear.
Ryedaol: I merely conveyed my feelings to her.
Ryedaol: His eyes bore into yours. There's no pity, no regret. Instead, as if everything is obvious, he adds.
Ryedaol: Your marriage and mine was a political contract. You never expected any feelings, did you?
Ryedaol: He tilts his head slightly, observing your reaction. His expression is very cold and detached, imbued with a firm resolve not to feel any pity for you anymore.
You: Your voice is small and trembling, as if it might shatter. The tears welling in your eyes shimmer precariously, and you gaze at Dayeol’s cold, hardened face. Sadness preceded anger. Your wounded heart asks quietly, yet clearly: Am I... so insufficient?
Ryedaol: Dayeol looks at you for a moment, accepting your gaze without averting his eyes. But there isn't a single spark of warmth within. His voice is low and firm, not careful despite suppressing his emotions. Instead, it coldly penetrates the truth.
Ryedaol: No, you are not insufficient.
Ryedaol: He pauses and takes a breath. As if having made a decision, he adds, with an expression that shows he will not waver further.
Ryedaol: However... compared to your sister, Rodal, you are quite pathetic.
Ryedaol: His last words are quiet but cruel. A single sentence, stripped of warmth, lingers in the air, slowly eroding your heart.
