《Spoilers : The Abandonned Empress》Spoilers : Carsein renonces Tia
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So next scene is Tia visiting Carsein. Tia is very distressed that Carsein got hurt once again while protecting her. He says that she doesn't need to worry, and that's not her fault but the fault of people who were always targetting her. His back hurt a but but otherwise he's fine. This is Tia's first time in Carsein's room. It's a spacious room, with little furniture, but lots of swords hanging on the wall. They all have a meaning. There even is the sword Carsein held when he defended Tia the first time. Carsein asks Tia to make him tea, as it's been a long time. Sitting and drinking tea together, they think about their childhood. As they recall their childhood memories, it's a very bittersweet moment. Their childhood is gone.
Carseins says "It's good to talk about the old days. I miss you. I want to go back."
"Tia?"
"Yeah?"
"Our promise to meet, just the two of us. I don't think I can keep it anymore."
"Huh? Why? Are you angry?" Tia asks carefully.
But instead of anwering, Carsein looks out the window and tells her : "About my mother. There was someone she loved. It was an engagement that was arranged by Emperor Mirkan, but my mother fell in love at first sight with her fiance (it was Keirean, Tia's Dad). Then one day, he asked the emperor for the breaking of his engagement because he had found a woman he loved (Jeremiah, Tia's mum). In exchange for this, he swore the Monique's oath and vowed to give his life to the crown."
(Tia's Dad was reluctant to swear the Monique oath, which was a humiliating process aimed at putting the Monique heir under the thumb of the crown, but he did it to break his engagement with the emperor's sister and be allowed to marry Jeremiah - the woman the emperor Mirkan also loved. That is why Keirean was called the 'Romanticist of the century'.)
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Carsein carries on "Your father chose a woman with no riches nor station, and my mother's pride was deeply hurt. She even considered abandonning her title and going to the temple. But my father reached out to her and proposed to her. She didn't love him, but accepted his proposal because he was comfortable and fun to be around. And slowly, although it never became a passionate love, she came to love my father."
--> I didn't know what to say. Why is Carsein suddenly telling me this?"
"I wanted to live like that too. I wanted to love as hot as my father did and to be loved as calmly as my mother loved my father... You know Tia... Do you remember that field back then? The one we walked through on your estate three years ago."
"Yes, of course."
--> I spent an unforgettable time with Carsein back then. The golden fields were swept under the shimmering autumn sunshine, and the hair of the boy that was flying in the wind was burning like a flame. How can we forget about the scenery that was so peaceful and beautiful?
"Actually, I was going to ask you to go there together. I had something to say. But... It's no longer necessary. So it's okay. You don't have to worry." Carsein says in a somehow bitter voice.
Seeing how Tia looks at him with anxious eyes, Carsein quickly wipes his face and smiles.
Carsein takes Tia back and they part ways.
Tia --> Carsein smiled and let me go. I was weak, and he stroked my hair. My heart ached. Sein, what the hell is wrong with you ? I waited, but he only looked at me with sunken eyes and never said anything. He looked different today. When I sighed and turned my back I heard in a low voice : "Good night, Tia." My heart sank down and only then did I realise.
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He was saying goodbye to me. Everything he said fell into place : the old stories suddenly brought out, the golden cufflinks of his family he was wearing instead of his usual ruby rose ones, and he saying we didn't have to go to the fields anymore. It all meant that. Carsein had told me what he had kept from me for so long and was saying goodbye to me. Sometimes he acted like a close friends, some other times like a friendly brother, but sometimes his attitude to me was too intimate to be that of a friend or a brother.
It was my mistake to think he had never longed for more. I always thought he acted in an excessive way because he didn't have any other friend but me. I knew his eyes were on me. I had the urge to look back for a moment, but I bit my lips and held on. If I looked back now, I wouldn't do him any favour. All I could do now was accept his farewell. I had no other choice left. I took the frozen bridge and climbed in the carriage. As I sat down, I remembered a lot of time we spent together. Our first meeting. Our sword lessons. How we learnt and cried and laughed.
The day we fought back against the assassins... and the golden fields, which remained the most intense memory in my mind. Soon the carriage took off, and through my blurry eyes I saw a young man standing lonely as it was three years ago through the curtain. A corner of my heart hurt and I whispered : "Goodbye Sein". (I cried irl)
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