Prologue

The winter is indifferent and secluded. It is not warm but bitter.

Those people, they laugh, as he falls to the ground. The things that he is holding are the gifts for the king. It is full of love and warmth. However, the king just neglected him as he fell.

The snow covered his face and tears formed on his eyes. As he looked at the king, himself, his mouth opened but he closed it once again.

From childhood to young adulthood, he was trained to be with the king. However, not once did the king look at his sight.

He was tired, but he still stood up.

Patting away the snow that covered his clothes. He looked once again to those merciful people standing close. Looking at the king whose eyes are full of anger.

He walked away from that place, running to the place that is old and rusty.

As he walked closer to his home, tears falls again on his eyes. Running and flowing nonstop.

He was tired from loving and chasing the person that he loved.

He looked around, seeing that the place had nothing and no one around. This was the house the king gave him. This place was supposed to be full of warmth, but the king just tossed him away.

The king never loved nor looked at his sight.