Now It Was My Turn to Cry

"Why is the thing I've been searching for so desperately now right before my eyes?" Kahir's words cut into Rhea's heart like a blade. Fourteen years old, Prince Kahir captured as a prisoner of war from the enemy nation of Lazenia. Andrea, the second daughter of the Lamotte Dukedom, who imprisoned him. They spend 7 years together in a strange relationship, neither friend nor foe. 'Rhea.' '…….' 'I can't run away with you right now. ……But I'll kill the Marquis for you.' Three years after disappearing from Rhea's sight, Kahir's eyes, upon meeting her again, were filled with anger and disgust towards her. Each word he spat out, as if chewing them, pierced Rhea like sharp awls. Never ...