chapter 1:
Her Fragrant Return
The Imperial capital of the Astirian Empire, Versailles, was dazzling under the splendor of a grand festival.
Petals of pink cherry blossoms fluttered elegantly between the opulent buildings, and the melodies of string instruments wrapped around the entire city like a soft embrace.
Streetlamps adorned with flowers and ribbons of every hue danced in the breeze.
As night deepened, the festive atmosphere only grew more intense.
Where luxurious carriages had come to a halt in rows stood the ‘Crystal Palace,’ sparkling as if made of pure gemstone—its grandeur so magnificent it could take one’s breath away.
It was the venue of the exclusive Spring Soirée, an event only the Empire’s highest nobility were invited to.
“I wonder which distinguished guests will attend this year.”
“There’s a rumor His Majesty the Emperor himself might be present…”
Among the nobles descending from their carriages, adorned in lavish gowns and priceless jewels, one woman stole every gaze.
She wore a deep, mysterious emerald gown and a half-mask that covered the upper part of her face. Yet, the delicate curve of her lips and graceful jawline beneath it exuded flawless beauty.
Above all, her confident and noble stride radiated the presence of royalty.
“Is that the famed perfume maker ‘Lady Myst’?”
“Yes, the creator of the fragrances that have bewitched the entire Empire in the last two years. Among noblewomen, they say you’re socially dead if you haven’t secured one of her perfumes.”
“She hides her identity behind a mask, doesn’t she? That only adds to her allure.”
“I heard even the Imperial family competes to obtain her fragrances. Especially the one called First Encounter—it’s said to have a six-month waiting list.”
Whispers spread like ripples through the crowd.
Lady Myst, as she was known, raised the corners of her red lips in a gentle smile, as if aware of the murmurs.
But behind that enchanting smile lay a cold determination and complex emotions no one could see.
“Eight years. It took me eight years to return to this place.”
Seraphina Aldemir—that was her true name.
Once the last daughter of the Aldemir family, one of the most powerful noble houses in the Empire…
Now, a fallen noble living under an alias, who had returned to her homeland seeking truth and revenge.
Inside the Crystal Palace, the splendor only deepened.
From the ceiling to the floor, a feast of light unfolded.
A massive crystal chandelier, three stories high, scattered rainbow-colored light across the grand hall, while the marble floor reflected it like a mirror.
Nobles in extravagant dresses and tuxedos danced and mingled in this sea of light.
Seraphina crossed the hall quietly toward the small booth assigned to her.
This year’s Spring Soirée included a special section where the Empire’s top artisans showcased their creations.
Lady Myst was the most anticipated among them.
She began arranging small crystal bottles one by one.
Each bottle contained a different colored liquid and bore a unique, artistic label.
Even as she arranged them, a faint, enchanting aroma spread through the air, drawing nobles to her booth like moths to a flame.
“Lady Myst, your fragrances are truly magical. The Moonlight Garden perfume I bought gives me beautiful dreams every night—as if reviving forgotten childhood joys.”
A blonde noblewoman said with sparkling eyes.
Seraphina bowed her head gracefully and replied in a soft, composed voice.
“You flatter me, Madam. Perfume simply awakens the feelings and memories sleeping inside us. That beautiful dream was always within you. My perfume merely nudged the door open.”
Gasps of admiration echoed from the surrounding nobles.
Though her voice was soft and gentle, there was a firmness in it. Something about its tone lingered in the hearts of listeners.
“What new scent have you brought today? Memory of First Snow from last time was absolutely divine.”
Another noblewoman, adorned with a pearl necklace, joined in.
Seraphina smiled mysteriously and lifted a small bottle filled with deep violet liquid.
The bottle itself was special—tiny shimmering dots inside twinkled like stars.
“This one is called Forgotten Promise. It’s designed to evoke precious promises and memories we’ve forgotten on the surface but kept deep in our hearts.”
She carefully opened the bottle cap.
Instantly, a complex and delicate aroma filled the air.
At first, a soft blend of vanilla and lavender greeted the senses.
Then came the grounding notes of sandalwood, followed by a hint of bitter orange peel.
And finally, a lingering earthy scent—like soil after rain—remained in the air.
It was a scent that perfectly blended sweetness and bitterness, longing and sorrow.
The expressions of the nobles changed.
Some closed their eyes with peaceful smiles; others teared up unexpectedly.
It was as if they each recalled their own forgotten promise.
“I must have this perfume. How much is it?”
Several voices spoke at once.
Seraphina gently shook her head.
“I’m afraid this one is not yet complete. Tonight is merely a preview. Once it’s perfected, you will be the first to know.”
Though disappointed, the crowd quickly bought out the rest of her perfumes.
Her booth continued to draw more and more people.
As the evening wore on, a sudden shift overtook the hall.
Trumpets sounded, silencing all conversation.
The music faded to a hush.
Everyone turned in unison and bowed.
“His Majesty the Emperor approaches!”
Seraphina’s heart pounded.
Cold sweat touched her back.
The Emperor’s royal guards entered first in gleaming gold uniforms, forming perfect lines on either side.
Then came the moment that stole everyone’s breath.
Kairis Astirian, Emperor of the Astirian Empire.
Pale like moonlight, hair black as night, and a sharp jawline like a sculpted blade.
Taller than all his attendants, his presence was unmistakable.
His broad shoulders under the royal uniform gave him the imposing presence of a mountain, and his firm chest and waist hinted at a body honed through discipline.
His ocean-deep eyes revealed no emotion—only secrets.
At thirty, he carried the weight of old wisdom and stern dignity.
Escorted by four guards, he walked with measured grace through the hall.
He moved like a god of war from ancient myth made flesh.
His face betrayed nothing—he was a statue of perfection.
People called him the Ice Emperor—a ruler known for his emotionless rule and cold logic.
Seraphina took a deep breath.
As her gaze met his, a flood of memories from eight years ago surged forth.
Eight years ago, he was her fiancé.
And…
He had watched her family fall.
“Kairis… would he remember me? Could he recognize who I am?”
Seraphina instinctively lowered her head, trying to hide from his view.
It wasn’t time yet.
She still needed to gather more information, especially on the movements of Grand Duke Vitian, before revealing her identity.
But then, the unexpected happened.
The Emperor suddenly stopped walking.
A subtle shift appeared on his previously unreadable face.
He lifted his head slightly, as if catching a scent in the air.
“…This scent. What is it?”
His deep, commanding voice echoed through the hall.
Everyone turned to look.
Confused nobles glanced around.
Seraphina felt a chill run down her spine.
The scent of Forgotten Promise still lingered faintly in the air.
“Your Majesty, it’s a new fragrance by the perfumer Lady Myst. It’s called Forgotten Promise,” said Grand Duke Vitian quickly.
He was the Emperor’s right hand—and his uncle by marriage—second only to the Emperor in power.
Kairis’s gaze shifted.
A crack formed in his cold expression.
His eyes trembled slightly—as if touched by an old memory.
“Lady Myst…”
He slowly turned his head toward Seraphina’s booth.
In that moment, Seraphina stopped breathing.
His deep blue eyes seemed to search for her—find her.
Time stood still.
The air between them buzzed with electricity.
Something about her caught him—held him still.
Unlike usual, he stared in silence for several seconds, as though trapped by a memory through scent.
Finally, Kairis looked away and resumed walking.
But his voice, though composed, carried a faint undercurrent of something else.
“Invite that perfumer to the palace tomorrow. I want to meet her in person.”
On the surface, it was a cold command.
But Seraphina sensed the ripple of emotion beneath it.
Confusion. Curiosity. And… longing?
It’s starting faster than I thought.
Her heart pounded as though it might burst.
Eight years of preparation had led to this moment.
She bit her lip beneath the mask.
Her journey to reclaim the truth, restore her family’s honor, and confront the man who once held her heart had now truly begun.
Stars sparkled coldly in the sky beyond the banquet windows—as if watching the storm of fate that was about to unfold.
And Seraphina made her vow.
This time, she would not back down.
She would uncover the truth, restore her name, and—perhaps—finally bring closure to the unfinished story between her and Kairis.
How this game of scent and secrets would end, no one could yet know.
[To be continued…]
