# Chapter 1
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Episode 1
Today, my eyes opened surprisingly wide.
The dim light filtering through the blackout curtains seemed especially bright.
Although it was a winter morning, it was more refreshing than cold.
My mind was clear and my heart was calm.
It was a very mysterious feeling and difficult to express in words.
'Today is the day I leave this house.'
And yet, you can be so carefree.
Maybe it's because I didn't forget my situation for a single day and reflect on it.
Anita slowly got up and leaned back against the headboard, looking at the seat next to her, which was as cold as ever.
Lancelot Edenbahir.
This was clearly a place for her husband, Lancelot.
However, the two never slept together during their nearly half-year marriage.
It had to be like this.
Because they were just a couple.
I swept the now familiar seat next to me, which felt so empty and cold.
There has never been a day when I felt more fortunate than today to not have Lancelot by my side.
When you meet his face, your hardened heart may tremble.
Anita didn't want to be selfish.
Not for anyone else, but for Lancelot.
smart.
Always the same time to wake up.
The maids entered silently, closed the blackout curtains covering the windows, and began to light a fire in the fireplace.
"Ma'am.
Today I made coffee, not chamomile.
I brought some good coffee beans this morning.
The scent is very refreshing.
"The acidity my wife likes is excellent."
Madame Misula, the middle-aged woman who prepared a light breakfast and coffee in front of her, was a longtime vassal of the Duke of Edenbahir.
"It's particularly cold today, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to relax.
Do you have plans to go out, ma'am?
"huh.
"I've been thinking about going downtown for a while."
"Would you like to decorate it simply as usual?"
"Please."
Today, unlike usual, Anita chose her going out clothes herself.
Clothes that seemed to be hidden in the back of the winter wardrobe.
A late autumn dress that sports the unique color of bright pink.
It's a little thin for winter use, but if you close the jacket well it shouldn't be a problem.
Mrs.
Missula asked with a perplexed look.
"Did you have clothes like that?"
"These are the clothes I brought with me the first day I came here."
"I thought it was a bright, soft color.
I think you liked wearing clothes like that before you got married.
"I think you'll suit it well."
Then, Miss Missula, who had closed all the buttons on her back, clapped her hands with satisfied eyes.
“You look so good on me, lady!
From now on, I hope to wear dresses with a refreshing vibe like this more often.
Nowadays, regardless of the season, everyone...
."
Instead of agreeing, Anita smiled awkwardly.
Not that I couldn't understand Mrs.
Missula's lively and chatty demeanor.
It was always dark inside Anita's closet.
As she only brought clothes with soft colors and designs that were not noticeable, the season of the clothes she wore was always autumn or winter, regardless of the weather.
A dark burgundy hat.
Soft, reed-colored coat.
A calm gray dress.
A stylish white muffler.
Clothes in simple colors that we choose voluntarily to avoid being noticed anytime and anywhere.
But none of them belong to Anita.
From head to toe, everything belonged to her husband, Lancelot.
Jewelry, bags, the carousel music box that I look at every night...
.
'Lancelo's consideration for me who was left alone.'
Her husband, Lancelot, treated Anita as a complete wife.
Thanks to this, our married life for the past six months has been rich and lacking.
Lancelot was also largely responsible for the fact that everyone in this mansion treats Anita as the Duchess of Edenbahir.
"It was just a marriage of necessity."
Although the marriage was expected to result in divorce, Lancelot wholeheartedly treated her like a duchess.
It was truly a life full of resentment.
"Ah, ma'am.
His Excellency the Duke has asked us to set aside some time tonight.”
"...
"Tonight?"
"yes.
"I think you have something to tell me."
Dona Missula seemed to have interpreted Anita's silence as something positive, so she left the room without saying anything.
'It looks like you've already left the mansion.'
Her husband has been very busy lately.
There were only a few days they were gone, and the only conversation they had was a quick goodnight greeting before they went to bed.
Am I lucky?
I don't think I can bear to leave without thinking after seeing that face.
Anita took out a notebook hidden at the bottom of a drawer.
Hidden among the thin pieces of paper was a letter written a few days ago.
The last letter to Lancelot.
'...You can't hesitate now.
For Lancelot now, his existence is no different than an inconvenient burden.
He was the proud owner of the duchy of Edenbahir and one of the few heirs to the throne.
Their marriage gave rise to several rumors due to Anita's status.
Anita's existence left an indelible scar on the reputation of Lancelot, who was labeled "a man with a wife of humble origins".
The open bullying and disrespect among some noble ladies was not that unpleasant.
The hardest part was all the ridicule and scandal that Lancelot had to endure because of his presence.
So let's go before it's too late.
So that Lancelot can abandon the pen.
So that he wouldn't be ashamed of himself and could have the woman he loves by his side.
I was looking at the notebook and immediately crumpled it and placed it carelessly between the bookshelf.
After placing the letter on the table, he wandered a little and left the room.
You can only leave this place if you secretly leave it like this.
Lancelot was the one who would somehow catch Anita and convince her to stay here.
Anita's husband was that kind of man.
A person who appears cold but is warm.
He may seem sensitive, but he is generous.
A caring person.
kind person
Good people.
...person I like.
The old butler, who was standing in front of the room, must have heard the news of her departure and bowed slightly to her.
"Ma'am.
"We have a car waiting to take you downtown."
"You're fine.
"Maybe it's because the weather is nice, but I want to walk a little today."
Anita breathed calmly.
He doesn't know what you're thinking.
Don't be nervous.
Like nothing.
Just act like you normally do.
"When do you plan to come back?"
"Around the day.
"Don't prepare lunch."
"yes.
Please come back."
I left the duke's residence behind the butler who bowed politely.
Even though the steps are short, they are very short.
The dirt road that stretched before my eyes seemed infinitely long.
We have to go further from here.
To a place of no return.
To a place where I can bear it, even though I miss Lancelot.
Too far.
It seems that at some point I was busy playing with the legs.
Anita, who had been running for some time, suddenly stopped running and turned around.
Edenbahir.
My happiest memories.
This moment will be the last of those memories.
The more I looked back, the more I received grace from Lancelot.
So now it was Anita's turn to resign.
For my husband's new beginning.