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Will opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling...
No, it was a familiar ceiling.
Holding his forehead, he looked up at the ornate, elegant ceiling adorned with intricate carvings and a luxurious chandelier. At the very center of the ceiling was a rose missing one petal at the four o’clock position.
Only the Entark royal family would use such extravagant decor, and only they would incorporate a rose missing a petal into their designs.
“Strange, I shouldn’t find this unfamiliar.”
“After all, this is the room I’ve slept in countless tis and woken up in countless tis.”
Will sat up in bed.
Sothing felt off.
Though his muscles didn’t ache or feel particularly sore, he still felt...
“So tired...”
His spirit was utterly drained.
Had he done sothing strenuous last night?
No, it had been like any other night—he had a small drink before bed, read a boring novel, and then drifted off to sleep.
“Did I dream about sothing? It feels like... yes, I had a long, long dream.”
Holding his forehead, Will tried to “recall” the dream...
In that dream, it felt like he had experienced countless ntally exhausting events...
But he couldn’t rember any of it.
Even as he pushed his mind to its limits—sothing he normally wouldn’t do so early in the morning—he couldn’t piece together the dream. It was like shards of broken glass scattered across the floor, reflecting fragnted and incomprehensible images.
And...
He lightly touched his lips.
It felt as though he had kissed soone?
Bang.
At that mont, he heard the sound of the door opening.
Treya.
It had to be his dear Treya, coming to see him first thing in the morning.
Wait, why did I instinctively think it was her? Why did I instinctively call her ‘dear Treya’ in my mind?
“Good morning, Will.”
Before Will could dwell on the question, Treya—dressed in a simple white house dress—was already standing by his bedside.
She reached out and pulled back the curtains.
The bright autumn sunlight illuminated her profile, making her smile radiant.
“Good morning...” Will greeted her with a wave.
“Dear, you look a bit off. You seem tired—what’s wrong?” Treya asked softly. She brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear and sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning in close to check on him.
For the sake of appearances, Will quickly ran his fingers through his ssy hair as he replied:
“I... I don’t know. Maybe it’s because the dream I had last night felt so real. I’m still caught up in that feeling and haven’t fully woken up yet.”
“You must have experienced this too, right? One night, you dream about being back in school, with an exam paper laid out before you. You dream about preparing for a big test. And when you wake up, you can’t shake off that ‘student’ mindset—you feel like you still need to get up early and rush to class,” Will explained.
Treya’s pale blue “eyes” focused intently on him as her pointed elf ears twitched slightly. She seed to be listening very seriously.
“I think that’s what’s happening to . In my dream, I had... a role. And now... I’m trying to figure out who I really am...” Will trailed off.
Because Treya stopped him—physically.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she suddenly leaned forward while he was looking down and lightly kissed his lips.
“!?”
“A good morning kiss,” Treya said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Don’t be nervous, Will. From now on, let help you rember,” she added as she pulled back slightly. The morning sunlight caught her silver hair, making her look even more dazzling.
And...
Will glanced around at the pristine, bright room surrounding him.
His life here seed so “vivid,” “radiant,” and “blissful.”
And Treya...
She was beautiful. Her smile was radiant. She seed genuinely happy—befitting Entark’s most beloved Ninth Princess.
She looked at Will and asked in her “sweet” voice:
“Will, who do you think you are?”
“I...”
“You’re my fiancé.”
“...Yes.”
“You live here with in the royal palace—and you always have.”
“...That seems... right...”
Yes...
Yes!
Accompanied by the cheerful chirping of birds outside and the fragrant scent of flowers wafting in through the window—symbols of this palace’s beauty—Will’s eyes widened as if awakening from a dream.
“I... I rember now.”
“See? It’s easy to step out of your dream identity,” Treya said with a soft smile.
With his dear fiancée’s gentle guidance, everything ca flooding back to him!
How could he have forgotten such wonderful days?
How could he have forgotten such an adorable fiancée?
How could he have forgotten that it was precisely because of his “fiancé” status that he could move so freely within this “beautiful” royal family?
He was Will Hysterm.
The most cherished and beloved young master of the Hysterm family.
In his eyes, the world was full of “color”—
Especially since the Hysterm family’s union with the Entark family had introduced him to Treya, the Ninth Princess. From their first eting, they had clicked instantly and fallen in love at first sight.
She was noble, pure, and beautiful—the royal family’s “precious jewel,” their most adored little princess.
She was a pure and graceful half-elf with a sweet heart.
And after Emperor Edward’s passing, she was nad in his will as the next Empress—though her coronation ceremony had yet to be completed.
Yes! That was who she was—a flawless princess in every sense of the word, both in his eyes and in everyone else’s.
She was the light that concentrated all colors into one brilliant beam; she was the most dazzling color in his world.
Yes.
He now lived in the royal palace under Treya’s care—a pampered young master loved by her and destined to be her husband.
He would walk hand-in-hand with her into marriage, into their future together—becoming the happiest man in this world.
“I’m so glad you rembered. Seeing your happy smile again makes so happy too,” Treya said as she reached out to pinch his cheek playfully.
It wasn’t much.
Neither the earlier good morning kiss nor this playful teasing felt out of place—they were perfectly normal interactions for an engaged couple.
Will smiled faintly.
Taking advantage of the morning sunlight—the brightest sunlight in Entark’s royal palace—he leaned toward Treya’s ear.
He knew sothing no one else did—
As a half-elf, her ears were especially sensitive.
“Huff...”
Will gently blew on her ear and noticed her shiver slightly as her ear tips turned red.
“Yes, I rember now...”
“How much I love you.”
...
...
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Is this... really... really... really true?
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