“Your Grace, there’s something I’d really like for my birthday.” “What is it?” “Will you promise to listen?” Then the man blatantly laughed. But who would point out his arrogance – a young Northern Duke who’s not even afraid of the Emperor? He could even get a throne if he wished for it. But it was just a sweet lover’s birthday wish. “Alright. I swear.” So, Juliet spoke lightly, “Please break up with me. I don’t love you anymore.” A fiancé just for show. A succession of meaningless nights. Now is the time to end seven years of unrequited love.