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Seira was divorced.

It had been eight years since she became the fiancee of the Crown Prince Calrad Lowell Viseltium. Will she live as a Duchess with nothing but pride, or will she abandon her family and live with the Crown Prince? Seira had to choose.

Tossed to the cold, but steadfastly survived. By grinding her teeth, she grew stronger and protected her family and her father’s name. But still, one step ahead seemed like a cliff towards doom. The dead land was barren and there was nothing to hold on to.

Men reached out towards her. Whose hand should she choose to hold? Or should she not catch any of it?

“For now, just focus on me. Otherwise, you will regret it.” – Baron Jeff.

“Even if my kindness is fake, what does it have to do with you?” – Louis Franto

“I will not grant you freedom now.” – Calrad Lowell Viseltium

“You can have me whenever you want.” – Aven Helford

Black flowers that swallowed despair bloom all over the continent, and greed like hunger blooms at the very heart of Viseltium.