At the side of the balcony, Duke Leo is having wine.
A cold breeze is waving his long silver hair, moonlight playing through his hair glittering like pearls. His eye color is like the ocean melting into the greenery.
Leo- (thinking with a sad eye) what if father didn't wish for this marriage at his deathbed he could have married Bertha, not a low - life greedy woman like 'Rosalind'
Ugh!! I hate this name'
(Glass fell from his hand and shattered)
He kept thinking about what Alfred said earlier, is it the only way to overcome this suffering?
If Alfred can make Rosalind to divorce me. And what if... What if... Bertha forgives me? Can I again live happily? A life with Bertha.
He fells asleep
(Dreaming about that night when he saw that girl, that girl with golden hair)