Spring Hills Hold No Autumn

The day she was to be crowned queen, Eva turned her back on the throne within her grasp and chose the cold and unforgiving stone of the city wall instead.

As the darkness swallowed her, a distant, sorrowful sigh reached her ears.

“Eva, last descendant of your line. Once, you traded your gift of divination to save Dylan’s life. Now, you sacrifice your very essence to enact the Retribution Curse.

“When this circle is complete, Dylan will be returned to his destined path. But you, the caster, will be cast adrift from the mortal world, walking alone for the rest of your days.

“Will you come to regret this?”

A surge of hot, coppery blood rose in Eva’s throat.

“My only regret is that I ever saved him.”

And that I ever gave him my heart.

Today was supposed to be her coronation. Yet before the crown could settle on her brow, the Imperial Guard had dragged her to the execution ground at the palace gates.

Her wedding robes trailed through bloodstains on the jade steps. Stumbling, she looked up.

One hundred and one heads hung from the ramparts.

In the center, hair frosted at the temples, was the mother who had smiled and brushed her hair just yesterday.

“Mother! Father!!”

A raw scream tore from Eva’s throat as she staggered toward the wall.

Lifting her head, she saw the familiar faces—Father, Mother, Uncle, Aunt, Cousin… her little niece, barely ten years old.

One hundred and one heads. One hundred and one faces frozen in terror.

They hung high above, blood still dripping from severed necks.

Drop by drop, it fell onto Eva’s upturned face.

“Who did this… WHO?!”

Her scream was ragged, hysterical.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dylan approaching. Like a drowning woman grasping at straws, she lunged toward him.

“Dylan! There are traitors in the court! My family—my entire clan—has been slaughtered! You have to catch those beasts, have them torn limb from limb—”

Her words died in her throat, choked off by the icy darkness in Dylan’s eyes.

“Dylan…”

He pried her fingers from his sleeve, one by one.

“Eva,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth. “I gave the order. Are you going to have me torn limb from limb as well?”

Eva refused to believe it. She shook her head violently. “No… you couldn’t. You would never…”

Years ago, when Dylan had fallen from favor and been exiled to the borderlands, assassins left him for dead outside Eva’s village.

She saved him.

Later, to help him achieve his ambitions, the long-secluded Eva Family emerged from hiding. They located a lost imperial treasury for him; they aided him in quelling the rebellion of the three lords.

Her grandfather, Walter, had even sacrificed years of his own life to alter the heavenly mandate in Dylan’s favor.

Eva could not—would not—believe the man she was to marry today was responsible for slaughtering her entire family.

But Dylan’s expression was cold and pitiless. The Imperial Guards surrounding them held spears, their blades still stained with unwashed blood.

Eva felt the world tilt beneath her feet.

“Why?” she whispered. “Why would you do this?”

A faint, chilling smile touched Dylan’s lips as he turned his gaze aside.

Only then did Eva notice the woman in plain white robes standing at the base of the steps.

Susan. Daughter of the former Imperial Astrologer.

Dylan drew Susan close, his arm around her shoulders, his voice dripping with a tenderness Eva had once known.

“Twenty years ago, when the former Astrologer, Wayne, resigned and returned to his homeland, his caravan passed through your village. Your people saw his wealth and murdered his entire family.

“If Susan had not escaped by sheer luck, I would never have known the true, venomous nature hidden beneath your family’s righteous facade.”

The words struck Eva like a physical blow.

Two decades ago, the Susan family had been slaughtered by mountain bandits. It was the Eva Family who took pity and buried the bodies. How could they now be branded the murderers?

Instinctively, Eva protested. “That’s not what happened! We were the ones who—”

“Enough.”

The handle of a whip pressed against Eva’s throat, cutting off her words. Ice filled Dylan’s eyes.

“Susan witnessed it herself. How could it be false? Moreover, she produced your family’s jade pendant as proof.

“Eva, at this point, your denials are nothing but excuses. Do you wish to join your family on the wall?”

A cold blade seemed to twist in her chest. Her lips trembled; the metallic taste of blood choked her voice.

She stared into Dylan’s cold face, forcing the words out. “Then kill me. Just kill me.”

Dylan’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them.

Susan clung to his arm. “Is Sister Eva trying a reverse tactic? You know perfectly well Dylan would never kill you. Are you trying to shame him?”

Disgust swiftly hardened Dylan’s features.

“Eva,” he said, his tone sharp. “Susan is merciful. She is willing to forgive your family’s crimes. If you renounce your identity as a member of the Eva Family, I will, for the sake of our past, grant you the title of Queen.

“But it will be a title in name only. I will confer upon Susan the rank of Imperial Noble Consort. All affairs of the inner palace will be under her control.

“Eva, your crime warrants death. You should be grateful.”

Eva stared at him, unblinking. “How do you expect me to renounce it?”

Dylan tossed the whip at her feet. “One hundred and one bodies of the Eva Family lie at the South Gate. Whip each corpse once, in order. Then, I will bestow a new name upon you.”

Eva stumbled back a step, a deafening roar filling her ears.

“You want me… to whip their corpses? To whip the bones of my parents, my kin? To whip those who fought and bled for you?”

Dylan’s face was a mask of stone. “The Eva Family deserved their fate. Everything they did for me was for their own wealth and status.

“By sparing your life and making you queen, I am repaying their so-called ‘kindness.’”

A laugh burst from Eva’s lips, but from the corners of her eyes, two trails of bloody tears rolled down.

A fierce wind swept through the gateway, causing the heads on the wall to sway gently—a silent, mournful accusation.

In that moment, Eva knew with absolute certainty:

The young man who had once sworn to cherish her forever had died the day he ascended the Dragon Throne.

Shaking her head slowly, Eva turned and threw herself with all her remaining strength against the bloodstained bricks of the wall.