Alexandra and Beatrice, two sisters from an Imperial family, were once inseparable. Since childhood, they had always been together—playing, laughing, and looking out for each other. As the elder sister, Alexandra was always gentle and caring toward her younger sibling. Beatrice, though a bit more mischievous and playful, loved her sister more than anything in the world.

However, as time passed, Beatrice’s heart became clouded with envy and sorrow. She realized that their parents and those around them always focused their attention on Alexandra. Alexandra was undeniably beautiful—her fair skin, sharp nose, and sweet smile could melt anyone who laid eyes on her. Moreover, she was kind, wise, and graceful. She possessed extraordinary healing abilities and an impenetrable defense. On top of that, she was skilled in combat, making her an inspiration to many.

Beatrice was no less beautiful than her sister, yet the five-year age gap between them made her feel as if she was always in Alexandra’s shadow. Her cheerful and somewhat rebellious nature often led others to see her as the troublemaker. She never cared much about what others thought, but deep in her heart, an overwhelming sense of injustice began to grow. Why was Alexandra always the one praised? Why did everyone see Alexandra as the perfect one? Beatrice was strong too—perhaps even stronger in battle than her sister. Her attacks were sharper, her agility unmatched, and her cunning beyond Alexandra’s. Yet, why was it always Alexandra who stood in the spotlight?  

That sense of injustice slowly ate away at her heart. She had compromised, she had tried to be the good younger sister, yet she was never seen as Alexandra’s equal. In the end, filled with anger, sorrow, and resentment, Beatrice made a drastic decision: she left home. She sought greater power—power that would prove to the world that she was more worthy of respect and recognition than Alexandra.

Her journey took her far from home, to places teeming with danger and dark forces. She wanted to be stronger, to be feared, to be powerful. But deep within her heart, there was an ache she couldn’t shake—she missed her sister. No matter what, Alexandra was the only one who truly knew her, who truly loved her. And the thought troubled her—if Alexandra was ever in danger, who would protect her?

Alexandra felt the same. She knew all too well the burdens that had weighed on Beatrice’s heart. She wanted to find her, to bring her home, to end the misunderstandings that had driven them apart. No matter how far Beatrice had gone, no matter how much anger she harbored, Alexandra would search for her. They needed to talk, to lay everything bare—love, hatred, resentment, anger, jealousy. They needed to cry together, to understand each other, and to heal the wounds that had festered in their hearts for so long.

Because in the end, they were sisters. And nothing could ever change that.