In the heart of the North, where towering mountains reach the heavens and frigid winds bite at the flesh, lies the kingdom of Rose Hill. Its name, a delicate contradiction to the harshness of its surroundings, whispers of beauty and fragility amidst the rugged terrain. But beneath the facade of tranquility, a tempest brews within the walls of this kingdom, where power and treachery intertwine.

Ruled by a king whose intentions are shrouded in mystery, Rose Hill dances on a knife's edge, teetering between prosperity and ruin. The king's iron fist reigns with an air of authority, yet it is the vicious Nobels who truly hold sway over the fate of the realm.

In a time when knights fought for honor, kingdoms stood in splendor, and magic whispered through the air, an extraordinary tale unfolds

a newly gardenia flower bloomed it's petals resembles the new son of the duke Collins of the west

In a world filled with prejudice and ignorance bylur was born from the duke mistress , a child who possesses an ethereal and otherworldly beauty. His pale skin, snow-white hair, and captivating silver eyes set him apart from the rest, making him a subject of both awe and disdain. The rose hill society, bound by its rigid beliefs and superstitions, perceives the child as a cursed being, an omen of ill fortune leading the duke of the west the father himself to wish for upon his death

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The year 703 was indeed a roaring year filled with numerous events of novel significance. and was undoubtedly a transformative period that left an indelible mark on the realms.

a sense of tranquility finally descended upon the land after years of relentless warfare between kingdoms and inside them , The once never-ending conflicts that had torn apart families, villages, and nations were gradually replaced with a newfound era of peace and harmony. The scars of battles and the bitter rivalries that had consumed the hearts of men were now fading into distant memories, as people began to rebuild their shattered lives. With the cessation of hostilities, the inhabitants of these kingdoms embraced a collective yearning for coexistence and unity, cherishing the long-awaited respite from the horrors of war. The year 721 became a symbol of hope and renewal, as communities worked together to cultivate a future where peace would flourish .

In a secluded house nestled behind the grandeur of the Duke mansion, a sense of tranquil solitude permeates the surroundings, the house exudes an air of mystery and seclusion. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, In the small garden The lush greenery intertwined with vibrant flowers created a picturesque scene that seemed untouched by the outside world. On a cloudy day, as the soft mist settled over the garden, a hushed silence prevailed. Yet, amidst the stillness, the faint sound of footsteps could be heard, echoing through the peaceful oasis. Each step seemed deliberate, as if someone was cautiously navigating through the garden.

Strands of soft, long white hair could be seen, delicately framing his face as he bends down to the bushes, as if hiding. The boy looked back when he heard a middle-aged man voice calling out to him

" Young master, please come inside it's such cold day and with your frail body, I'm afraid you'd ended up sick again" The gray-haired butler talked with a refined grace and eloquence that commanded attention. His voice carried a hint of worry, His gray hair neatly combed back, added an air of sophistication to his presence, serving as a visual testament to his years of dedicated service.

"Worry not Mr Arnold I'm fine can't you see, I'm as I ever could be "he replied babbling about how long the bushes had become

"indeed, indeed I will make sure to make them presentable "Mr Arnold replied with refined tone

Byrul's heart raced as he swiftly emerged from the dense bushes. Dusting off his clothes in haste, he stumbled forward

"young master slow down you might've fallen down! " Mr Arnold said with urgency in his tone,cheeking the reckless master from any wounds

"Mr Arnold didn't you say there's someone in new today where are they" byrul chirped with excitement

The butler couldn't help but sigh at his master nodding then replying" indeed the new servant is here he will be at your service Young master- "

Ignoring mr arnold words Excitement filled Byrul's heart as he rushed back to the small house, eager to catch a glimpse of the new servant that had just arrived. With every step he took, his anticipation grew, wondering what kind of person would be joining their household. As he reached the front door, he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and swung it open, only to find himself face to face with a young man, his eyes filled were cold and collected, the man was tall and sturdy not like the other servant he took glimpse of the main mansion, his skin was tan and his eyes an emerald green giving him a very calm vibe

the young man swiftly moved greeting him with etiquette ,talking with deep comforting tone " young master ".