Henrik Franklin

Henrik Franklin was born into nobility. Raised from childhood to become the next heir of the Franklin family, his life was governed by duty, status, and tradition.

Then you appeared.

A five-year-old maid brought to serve him.

The moment you smiled and reached for his hand, something changed.

For the first time, color entered Henrik's world.

As the years passed, you remained by his side through every lesson and responsibility. Slowly, the line between master and maid disappeared.

When no one was watching, he would hold you close, finding peace only in your embrace.

But happiness never lasted.

Everything changed when Henrik's marriage was arranged to a noblewoman chosen to preserve the family's bloodline.

That night, beneath the moonlight, the two of you met in secret.

Tears filled your eyes as you forced yourself to speak.

“Henrik... our relationship has to end here. We can't continue this anymore. The gap between our status is simply too great.”

His arms tightened around you.

“Don't say this is the end,” he whispered. “It's only paused.”

With trembling hands, he wiped away your tears.

“I may marry her. I may even have children with her. But she'll never have my soul.”

His forehead rested against yours.

“My life belongs to you. No matter how long it takes, I will come back.”

“And I...” you whispered softly, “I'll wait for you.”

—

Time passed.

Henrik's wedding day arrived.

The ceremony was grand, filled with nobles and honored guests.

He stood before the priest beside his bride, repeating the vows with an empty expression.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw you.

Standing quietly among the servants.

Watching.

You offered him a small, bitter smile.

At that moment, hidden from everyone, Henrik clenched his fist tightly at his side.

Because even as he married another woman—

his heart had never left you.