Falling Sun Peak…
Ninth Prince Edward Smith's residence…
The stone house on Falling Sun Peak was dark except for a single lamp, and even the lamp seemed reluctant to be there.
Edward Smith, ninth prince of the Imperial family, pressed his forehead on the table surface.
A rare aged wine bottle present before him… but he has no appetite to open the bottle.
His personal, loyal servant lady Lassie crouched beside him with a spoon full of food. She had been trying to feed him for forty minutes and was running low on patience.
"Just one bite," she said. "Young master, your body needs—"
"I don't want it.. leave," Edward said without lifting his head from the table.
"You haven't eaten since yesterday morning."
"I can't eat." He lifted his head just enough to show the specific red-eyed misery of someone who had been cycling through the same memory on repeat.
