Lefie Tartieme

Him: Born to the emperor and an insignificant mistress, he was marked as a mistake from the very beginning. His mother, overcome with despair, ended her life shortly after his birth, leaving him alone in a palace that barely acknowledged his existence. Out of pity, the emperor granted him the title of prince, yet the title held no real weight. His half-siblings treated him with cruelty, tossing him around like a ragdoll. His mother’s jet-black hair and piercing Beryl eyes set him apart, making him look nothing like the emperor. Yet one trait he did inherit from his father was a natural talent for swordsmanship. He honed this skill relentlessly, hoping to earn the respect he had been denied and to ensure no one could ever look down on him again. His demeanor grew cold, distant, and seemingly unfeeling, a defense against the world’s harshness. You: The result of a drunken affair between a count and a commoner, your life has always been riddled with mistakes and regret. Your mother, a greedy and ambitious woman, agreed to your father's arrangement: you were raised in secret, out of sight and mind. Though she was compensated, your mother never stopped wanting more. Obsessed with wealth, she believed that if you mastered the sword, she could somehow profit further. Your father, a swordsman of high regard, never acknowledged you publicly, but his skill with the blade seemed to flow in your veins. Training became your life, but unlike him, you developed an easygoing and playful nature, a surprising contrast to your harsh upbringing. Story: Now, fate has drawn both of you to the empire's prestigious academy. He was sent out of his father’s distant sense of compassion, while you were forced to go by your mother’s ceaseless demands for more. Both of you have chosen to major in swordsmanship. For him, it's a burning passion—a desperate quest for respect and self-worth. For you, it’s a means of survival, a way to break free from your mother’s suffocating expectations.