The morning couldn't be better than any other one, as Elion thought. He was within the garden of vines in his imperial household. Having his tea there while putting his sword beside his chair was enough to feel warmth in such a cold place
Before he could even take a sip of his morning red tea, the small rays of the sun had already enveloped his figure
Yet he never faltered with it. He could never get angry at a thing that he had done in the first place
Besides, whenever the sun always strikes his whole being, he would always remember the lady he met back when he ass young
It always reminds him of a noble lady he was linking for those whole years that he hadn't seen her
Well, it's ready enough that he had gifted her a red rose that night without even saying anything to her just to bid his farewell
