𝕻𝕽𝕺𝕷𝕺𝕲𝖀𝕰
prologue❛❛ ここにいるの 痛んでいる
膿みつづける この胸 ❞"Let us continue basking under the fiery contentment of our hearts," a gloriously luminescent feminine voice reverberated off the scene. "and with this glass of champagne, shall we mark this success of ours to a shared triumph. Cheers!" with this brief declaration of the confident woman, there followed a series of varying ovation. Seldom would the Rosehearts celebrate a public commemoration, and when they do; it's always once in a blue moon. Much to the young and only child of Rosehearts' gratification, today occured to be one of those rare festivities.
Contrary to no one's belief, Riddle Rosehearts deigned his mother the most admirable figure among the crowds of people. Donned in an exquisitely marvelous aura, the woman is found notable with her presence alone; further lengthening the boy's impression towards his truly opulent mother. He would always look high up to the powerful lady, depending on her judgement without much of reluctance.
The Rosehearts are known for their praiseworthy splendor and epitomized perfection. Often did the norms seek after their wisdom and intellect. The boy had wondered, what more can he wish for with such a successful bloodline?
But ohSuch foolish query.
Of course he have always been
begging for more.
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