CHAPTER 2 𖤐 THE END OF IT'S PROLOGUE

“My name is Hyde Cedric. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady,” he said, his voice soft and gentle—like a velvet ribbon wrapping around her heart.

Their eyes met, and for a second, the world around Sylvette stopped.

He was, without question, the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

But she had to stop herself. She wasn’t here for love. She was here to support her sister. The man standing before her—the war hero with eyes like bloodied rubies—was Elowen’s fiancé.

Even if it was a loveless engagement, it didn’t change that truth.

And yet… his gaze lingered.

His eyes, deep and unreadable, looked at her with a quiet, startling intensity—as though he could see through every mask she had worn all her life.

“Pleasure to meet you, Lord Cedric. My name is Elowen Vi—” Elowen had already sensed the shift. With a knowing smile, she stepped closer to Sylvette.

“This is my older sister, Sylvette Virelle. She’s the heir to the dukedom,” she said, still smiling politely at the man before them.

The gentleman responded, but his eyes remained elsewhere.

They were on Sylvette.

And in that moment, she realized—if things continued this way, the engagement would fall apart.

“Sylvette,” Lord Cedric repeated softly. “That’s a beautiful name.”

He said it while staring at her golden hair, her trembling hands, her eyes that refused to meet his. She looked like she had come out of a dream he’d forgotten until now.

She couldn’t look at him. She just couldn’t. Because if she did, she knew she’d be swallowed whole by the way he looked her.

So she looked down, cheeks burning red.

After that, everything blurred. The war hero and her sister spoke about their future marriage. Sylvette didn’t catch a word. She didn’t need to. Because when the door opened, she saw it.

That satisfied grin on Lord Cedric’s face.

𝗛𝘆𝗱𝗲 𝗖𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗰. The name everyone in the empire knew.

The war hero. The undefeated. The man who had led armies to victory—be it against the Holy Empire or the continent’s biggest empire. He was flawless. He was everything.

And yet, Sylvette knew she could never have a man like him.

So she chose to settle. She agreed to marry someone else—someone equally perfect on paper. That man was Lord Leon Avian.

But now… now that she had felt what love was like, even just a glimpse, she couldn’t go back.

Especially not after realizing Elowen was already in love with someone else.

There was no time left.

She ran.

Straight into the Duke’s office, falling to her knees—something she had never done before.

“Father! Please—I beg you! Cancel my engagement to Sir Avian. I wish… I wish to be wed to Lord Cedric instead!”

The Duke stared at her, stunned. He had always believed Sylvette to be content with her path.

“Sylvie… You know I would give you the world if I could. But your sister’s fiancé… that is something I cannot—” He sighed heavily.

Desperate, Sylvette cried louder.

“Elowen has a lover! You know about that already! What about Lord Ethan?! Surely… the war hero wouldn’t accept such an arrangement once he knows! Wouldn’t it be better if I marry him in her place?!”

The maids stood frozen. They had never seen her like this before.

But the Duke’s patience thinned.

“I told you, Sylvette. It’s impossible. If you value my favor, leave. Now.”

That was it. She had lost.

She stood up, weak in the knees—and was met by Elowen waiting by the door.

“I thought you’d convince Father,” Elowen said quietly. “But it seems you failed.”

Sylvette’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Did you really not notice?” Elowen let out a laugh, one that sounded more hollow than amused. “I invited you that day so he would notice you. So you’d fall for him too. I never wanted this marriage.”

Sylvette stared at her. “Elowen…”

“I don’t blame you,” she said. “In fact, I’m thankful. Because of you, I met him. But… it seems this one thing might truly be out of my reach.”

But Elowen knew her sister well. Too well.

“Don’t worry, Sister,” she whispered. “It won’t be long until you get what you want.”

***

The next day, Lord Cedric returned to the mansion.

Sylvette couldn’t bring herself to see him.

Elowen had fallen sick. On purpose, Sylvette realized. It was all part of her plan.

And now, her fiancé had a reason to come.

Of course, a man like Lord Cedric would visit. He was a man of honor. He would surely be with her sister.

So Sylvette escaped.

She walked to the garden—hoping to be alone.

But he was already there.

Among the flowers.

As if the moment had been plucked out of a fairytale.

He stood with a bouquet of blue blossoms in hand, staring at them like they were the only beauty left in the world.

Sylvette held her breath.

His gaze, his presence—it all made her heart ache.

She turned to leave quietly.

But then she heard him.

“Sylvette…” he murmured. “So that’s her name. She looks just like this flower.”

She turned around, trying to steady her voice. “Excuse me… but outsiders aren’t allowed in the garden.”

He looked at her—really looked. Like a man who had just found something precious.

“Lady Sylvette… so you were here,” he said softly.

Then, he held out the bouquet, sheepishly. “Forgive me. May I offer these to you, as an apology?”

Sylvette blinked, surprised. He was… nothing like she imagined.

Too soft. Too shy. Too kind for a war hero.

“Thank you, Lord Cedric,” she said, gently smelling the blue petals.

“Hyde.”

“Huh?”

“You can just call me Hyde.”

***

It became the talk of the empire.

The eldest lady of House Argus had broken her engagement with the most eligible bachelor—Lord Leon Avian—for her sister’s fiancé.

They didn’t bother hiding it.

The Duke, furious, tried to ignore the scandal.

But the truth was undeniable.

The war hero never visited Elowen again. Just as Elowen did, only ever visiting Lord Ethan.

He only ever sought out Sylvette.

Because he was aware from the very beginning that his fiancee already had a lover.

So she was someone he cannot bother himself to be with.

Rumors swirled. That Sylvette had seduced him. That she was nothing but a temptress. Nobles whispered behind her back. Commoners threw stones at the Argus carriage.

But still… their love bloomed.

Until greed overtook them both.

The war hero wanted freedom and marriage.

He wanted Sylvette.

So he sought the throne.

***

“Hyde… tell me it isn’t true,” Sylvette whispered, her fingers trembling against his cheek.

His eyes darkened.

“Just wait for me. I’ll marry you,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She clung to his coat, tears falling freely.

“Please… don’t go. You’ll die. Treason… it’s not something a war hero should face. I can take the humiliation—I can bear it for both of us.”

But he only kissed her once more… and left.

That night felt endless.

Days passed.

War erupted.

Each day, she read the newspapers—praying.

Until the headline came.

“THE WAR HERO WHO TRIED TO CLAIM THE THRONE HAS BEEN EXECUTED. GLORY TO THE RIVEN EMPIRE!”

And she shattered.

That same day, Sylvette took her own life.

She simply could not go on.

The war hero, who secretly had survived from the depths of hell, returned.

What awaited him was the body of his beloved, laid beautifully in their garden.

The end of prologue.

***

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