I Will Disappear, Your Grace

Duke Fernan Caesar, the ruler of the North who returned triumphant from war. A man perfect in every way, he was Yulia's only good memory from an otherwise unhappy childhood. When she heard that he was to become her husband, Yulia believed in God for the first time. However, he said, "Do whatever you want. Remodel the castle, buy jewels, throw parties, I don't care. Just spare me from having to see you first thing in the morning." The kind man she remembered was gone. Only a cold man stood before her, offering no affection or warmth. "Your heart is of absolutely no use to me." Yet, loving him to the end was Yulia's greatest mistake. Standing at the edge of the cliff, Yulia slowly etched the face of her husband, who was once her whole world, into her mind. If not now, she would never escape. She would fall in love with him again. She no longer wanted to be bound to him. "Yulia!" Looking at her husband rushing desperately toward her, Yulia threw herself off the cliff.