Eight Years of Devotion, and Still He Brought No Winter Rose

For eight long years, I loved Wyatt Hayes. Yet, we never wed. Our Western Frontier has a sacred tradition: a couple wishing to marry must climb the snowy peaks to seek a blessing from the Mountain Oracle. Usually, it takes a couple only a try or two before the Oracle grants them a Winter Rose, a rare bloom symbolizing divine favor. But for eight years straight, Wyatt came back empty-handed. I became the laughingstock of the Frontier's ruling family, but Wyatt never left my side, treating me with doubled devotion. This time, I secretly followed him up the mountain. I decided that if the Oracle refused to bless us again, I would give up my title as the Governor's daughter and elope with him. When I saw a Winter Rose finally placed into his hands, I was so ecstatic I nearly fainted. But Wyatt’s expression was agonizingly cold and indifferent. "It is you I love," he whispered, "but I cannot betray Hazel after her eight years of companionship." Then, the man who had looked at me with tender devotion only this morning took the sacred flower and forced himself upon the Oracle! The petals were crushed under his rough movements, the crimson juice of the rose staining the Oracle’s snow-white skin. "This is our last time..." he groaned. "Once you are sent to the Eastern Coalition as a treaty bride, I will cut my ties and marry her." It turned out, he hadn't delayed marrying me for eight years because of a curse. He was simply addicted to his once-a-year tryst with the Oracle. Numb and hollow, I stumbled back to the grand estate and knelt before my father. "The Frontier cannot survive a day without its Oracle. I will take her place as the treaty bride. Let me marry the Eastern Heir." 1. Beatrice, the sister who always hated me, was the first to laugh out loud. "Have you lost your mind, sister? Your engagement to General Hayes is already the biggest joke in the family!" "If we send an unwanted old maid to the East, aren't you afraid they'll see it as an insult?" A bitter, humiliating emotion rushed up my chest, suffocating me so much I couldn't speak. Once, I was hailed as the brightest pearl of the Western Frontier. But after Wyatt failed to get the Oracle's blessing for eight consecutive years, I became the embodiment of bad luck and disaster. Thinking of how Wyatt had unhesitatingly crushed that Winter Rose—the flower I had dreamed of—against the Oracle's skin, I bowed my head deeply to my father again. "I am not destined for General Hayes. Let me serve our land through this marriage and secure peace for the Frontier." My aging father looked toward my older brother, Arthur, the man slated to be the next Governor. "Arthur, what do you think?" My heart clenched tightly. Arthur had always doted on me. If he refused to let me go... "I think this is an excellent idea, Father." The moment my brother spoke, the blood in my veins froze. Before I could recover from the massive wave of shock, my brother continued, his voice ringing with absolute certainty. "The Oracle is the guiding star of our Frontier. How could my sister ever compare to her?" "Besides, she is a jinx who couldn't secure a marriage for eight years. Sending her to the Easterners might just bring a curse upon them!" Large tears rolled from my eyes. I trembled so violently I could barely sit up straight. Was this still the brother who protected me at every turn, who never allowed anyone to mock me? First Wyatt, then Arthur. Why was all this happening? My father’s eyes grew dark. He dismissed everyone else, leaving only me in the room. "Although you are a more suitable bride for the East than the Oracle, I do not feel safe leaving her here in the West." I looked up, stunned, as my father brought up a chilly early spring from eight years ago. Wyatt and I had privately pledged ourselves to each other. Arthur, who had always been close friends with him, was furious and attacked him. In Arthur's eyes, the best man in the world wasn't good enough for me. The two men brawled on the plains, fists striking flesh. Just then, the Oracle came down from the mountain. Dressed in her pure white ceremonial robes, she used her fragile body to stand between them. Without saying a word, her expression calm and merciful, she bandaged their wounds. Then she drifted away, returning to the untouched snows to be the immaculate Oracle. But that beautiful silhouette had permanently rooted itself in the hearts of both my brother and Wyatt. It turned out, the signs were always there. Since that was the case, I would ride alone to the East and let them have exactly what they wanted. 2. Seeing me emerge from my father's study, Arthur quickly came to meet me. "Did Father agree to let you go..." I interrupted him coldly, "Arthur, did you really want me to leave that badly?" Or was it just that he couldn't bear to part with the snow lily in his heart? A flash of panic crossed Arthur’s eyes before he regained his composure. "Didn't you want to go? I only said those things to Father to help you get your wish." Ridiculous. He threw me to the wolves to shield his sweetheart, and he had the nerve to say he was helping me. If that was how he wanted to play it, I wasn't going to make it easy for him. I shook my head. "Father said no." Right then, Wyatt came galloping toward us from a distance, unconcealable guilt plastered across his face. "I'm sorry... I still couldn't get the Winter Rose." "Next year..." I stared blankly at the blue sky and the circling falcons. "There’s no need." By this time next year, I would probably already be living in the Eastern Capital. Wyatt let his hand drop in a daze, a fleeting look of deep regret in his eyes. "Don't say such foolish things. Next year... I will definitely get it." The Winter Rose was granted every single year. It was just my weight in his heart that grew lighter with each passing season. This double betrayal was like a raging fire, burning all the hope and expectation in my heart to ashes. That night, I was helping Arthur prepare the ceremonial items for the annual Harvest Moon Festival. I watched him stare vacantly at the Oracle's ceremonial robes. I finally couldn't hold back my mockery. "Arthur, the Oracle you're so obsessed with has already been claimed by Wyatt." "I saw it with my own eyes today. He crushed the Winter Rose against her thigh..." Before I could finish, a powerful arrow whistled past my cheek. After a sharp pain, bright red blood flowed down my neck and into my collar. "You can't get the blessing because of your own lacking morals, and yet you dare invent such filthy lies to defile the Oracle!" "If there is a next time, I will shoot your head clean off." Arthur’s eyes held a furious, boiling hatred I had never seen before. He slung his bow over his shoulder and left, dropping one final sentence. "Why couldn't the one being sent to the East be a useless waste like you!" I covered my bleeding face and laughed at myself, laughing until the tears streamed down. I finally understood completely. In the hearts of Wyatt and Arthur, the Oracle would always be holy and beautiful. She was their faith, and their deepest, darkest desire. And compared to her, I was just the most insignificant grain of sand. Wyatt found me and brought me back to my tent. He touched my arrow-grazed cheek, looking utterly heartbroken. "Who did this!?" Looking at his seemingly genuine distress and deep affection, my heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles. Everything today was his fault. What was he pretending to be so deeply in love for now? Years ago, he saved me from the jaws of a wild wolf, and I fell in love with him at first sight. From then on, the proud daughter who never bowed to anyone began to chase him relentlessly. He was the bravest general on the Frontier, so I learned martial arts from scratch. My palms bled, my skin tore from falling, but I never backed down. But now, looking at his hypocritical face, I suddenly realized I couldn't love him anymore. I looked quietly into his eyes. "Wyatt, let's call off the engagement." 3. Wyatt’s face instantly froze. He stared intensely into my eyes, as if trying to find a shred of reluctance on my face. I looked back at him calmly. "The Oracle hasn't granted us a flower in eight years. I suppose we truly aren't meant to be." Since that was the case, it was better to part ways and find our own happiness. Wyatt grabbed my hand, his tone tinged with guilt. "Hazel, don't worry. Next year, I promise I'll get the Oracle's blessing." I closed my eyes wearily. Marrying him had once been my biggest dream. And now, if I just pretended nothing had happened, he could smoothly marry me once the Oracle was sent away to the East. I opened my mouth. "I..." From outside the tent came the shout of Wyatt’s lieutenant. "General, the sacred artifacts for the Harvest Moon Festival have arrived!" Wyatt’s expression hardened. Without sparing me another glance, he ran out. I gave a self-deprecating smile, which instantly turned into tears. He was willing to ruin my reputation just to indulge in his taboo, once-a-year affair. How could he ever truly settle down and spend the rest of his life peacefully with me? It wasn't that we didn't get the Oracle's blessing; it was just that I had bet on the wrong man's heart. That was all. Wyatt returned quickly, gripping my hand tightly. "Hazel, the Harvest Moon is almost here. Let's do the bloodletting quickly this year." "The heavens will be moved by our sincerity, and next year we can marry!" To pray for good fortune, I would donate my blood every time he failed to get the flower. But now that the truth was out, doubts sprouted wildly in my mind. If seeking the blessing was a lie, why was he in such a rush to get my blood? I drew my dagger and unhesitatingly slashed my left wrist. Bright red blood dripped steadily into a white porcelain bowl. The guilt on Wyatt’s face deepened. "Thank you for this... Just wait one more year, and we can be together forever." The very last ounce of affection I had for him drained away with that blood. I desperately wanted to tell him that there would be no 'forever' for us. After Wyatt left, I quietly followed him. And then I watched helplessly as he submerged the sacred artifacts into my blood! I remembered the legend: only the blood of a virgin could nourish the holy relics. The Oracle had lost her purity to him long ago. So, his refusal to touch me all these years wasn't out of chivalry—he just needed me as a blood bank for the Oracle! The world spun around me. My riddled heart was pierced by a sharp blade once again. The night wind of the plains chilled me to the bone, much like these past eight years that had turned me from a vibrant girl into a lifeless shadow. I returned to my quarters like a wandering ghost and packed my bags for the East. Aside from my clothes, I only took the silver locket my mother left me. Then, I gathered everything related to Wyatt from all these years and threw it into the fire. The flames illuminated my tear-streaked face, burning away the absolute last trace of hesitation in my heart. I turned and walked out toward the plains. The old woman who helped raise my hunting falcon ran toward me. "Miss Hazel... Young Master Arthur is trying to take your falcon!" I frowned and rushed to the mews, arriving just in time to see the Oracle, dressed in her pure white robes, bowing gracefully to my brother. "I have nothing left tying me here as I leave for the East. I simply cannot bear to see my own falcon sacrificed tomorrow." "Thank you, Young Master, for swapping the birds... I will remember this kindness." My falcon had been hunting and riding with me since I was eight. I absolutely refused to lose it. Storming into the mews, ignoring the shocked looks of everyone around, I drew my bow and shot an arrow right through the chains holding my falcon! The bird circled me reluctantly, then let out a piercing cry and bolted into the dark night sky. As Arthur pinned me to the ground in a rage, I looked up at the sky and laughed until I cried. "Every single one of you hurts me just for the Oracle. But why can't you win a single war?" "If you hadn't been beaten back by the Easterners time and time again, you wouldn't need to send the Oracle away as a bride!" This decaying, absurdly rotten Frontier was no longer my beautiful homeland. Then I would go over the mountains and find a way to save this country myself! 4. Arthur locked me in an empty barn. In the distance, the sound of war drums echoed. The current Oracle was completing her final sacrifice. Servants walked past me in twos and threes, making no effort to hide their contempt and hatred. "Why wasn't this useless girl the one sent to the East? The heavens are blind!" "The Oracle ruined her health praying for the Frontier. What if she dies on the journey..." I closed my eyes, blocking out the tidal wave of malice. After a shrill, agonizing scream, the Oracle’s falcon was sacrificed. Wyatt rushed to the front of the barn, his eyes full of disappointment and fury. "Why did you purposely release your falcon last night!? The Oracle is about to leave, she just wanted to preserve a memory, and you couldn't even grant her that?" Looking at his face, twisted with anger, I suddenly looked forward to seeing his expression when he realized I was the one going to the East. "What about me? She wanted to keep a memory, but do my feelings not matter?" His beloved was about to leave, and he couldn't even bother pretending anymore. Wyatt’s chest heaved violently. "You haven't hunted in years. What use do you have for a falcon?" He must have forgotten that I used to be the greatest huntress on the Frontier. I only stopped killing because our marriage was never blessed, and I thought sparing lives would earn us favor. I looked at the complete stranger standing before me and suddenly smiled softly. "Wyatt, you all will get your wish very soon." Wyatt looked confused, but was suddenly pulled away by one of Arthur's men. "The ritual failed! Something happened to the Oracle!" The Oracle had to be a pure virgin. Since she had slept with Wyatt just that morning, how could the heavens not punish them? It was getting late, and the guards were distracted. It was time to leave. After Wyatt left, I easily climbed out of the barn and snuck back to my tent to grab my luggage. But my most important possession, the silver locket, was gone! That was my mother's heirloom, meant to keep me safe! My hands shook with panic, until I overheard the servants whispering. "The Young Master really cares for the Oracle. For this trip, he prepared seven or eight protective amulets for her." By the time I snapped out of it, my face was covered in tears. I knew the Oracle was precious to him, but I never imagined he would strip me of my mother's only heirloom! He felt my selfishness had killed the Oracle's falcon, so he took half my life to compensate her. But from start to finish, I was the only one losing everything! The guards had discovered my escape. I had no time left. I threw on a red riding cloak and let out a sharp whistle. My falcon dove down from the sky and landed on my shoulder. My warhorse broke its tether, jumped the fence, and lowered its head to me. Dressed in crimson, a falcon on my left shoulder, I grabbed the reins with my right hand and galloped furiously toward the Capital! If there was no road left for me here, I would forge my own path in the wider world! This time, I didn't look back. Meanwhile, on the Frontier, crowds fell to their knees around the altar, surrounding the Oracle, who was spitting blood with an agonized expression. "The heavens are furious! This is a disaster!" "Tens of thousands of cattle froze last winter, we are losing the war with the East..." "The Oracle represents the Frontier... Could it be the Oracle... Ah!" Arthur shot an arrow straight through the throat of the man who spoke. For a moment, everyone was dead silent. Wyatt’s face was so dark it looked like it could drip ink. "For centuries, the West has been protected by generations of Oracles." "Anyone who dares slander her purity will be killed on the spot!" But the crowd wasn't suppressed; they boiled over even more violently. "Then who angered the gods? We must cut them to pieces and burn them alive to calm the spirits' wrath!" "Exactly! Give us peace!" Arthur and Wyatt knew better than anyone that they needed a scapegoat to bear the people's fury. They looked at each other simultaneously and closed their eyes in pain. "Go bring Hazel." Less than fifteen minutes later, my aging father, draped in a heavy coat, stood in the center of the crowd. "Hazel volunteered to go to the East as the treaty bride. She left the Frontier thirty miles ago." 5. As soon as my father’s words fell, Wyatt lunged forward, his handsome face twisted in pure disbelief. "Impossible! Why would Hazel actually go? She explicitly promised she would only ever marry me." Arthur’s fists clenched tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing. His voice was frantic yet insistent. "Father must be lying to us. No matter how angry she is, she wouldn't joke about the rest of her life." They exchanged a look, both finding the same stubborn denial in each other's eyes. They practically ran off the altar, Wyatt still muttering to himself. "She’s just punishing me. She’s saying this to scare us." Arthur nodded in agreement, though his feet moved faster and faster. "Let's check her room. She's probably hiding inside, crying." But when they burst into my quarters, they found only an empty bed and cold ashes in the hearth. Everything related to Wyatt had been burned to dust, scattered across the floor. Arthur’s heart plummeted. He turned and sprinted toward the grassy ridge I loved. "She loves watching the falcons from there. She has to be there!" Wyatt followed closely, clinging to a thread of hope. He remembered how I used to rest on his shoulder, my eyes shining as I said: "Wyatt, when we get the Winter Rose next year, we'll have the grandest wedding." Those words were still echoing in his ears. How could I just leave? They ran to every place I frequented. The valley of bluebells where I taught him to weave crowns; the clear stream where we sailed paper boats; the old oak tree where I hid my love letters to him. But at every spot, there was only the wind. No sign of me. "Where is she? Where did she go!?" Arthur’s voice started to shake, his composed facade entirely shattered. Wyatt’s face grew paler and paler. His fists were clenched so tight his fingertips were freezing. "Impossible. She couldn't have left. We're getting married next year." This was his obsession, his unwavering certainty. Why would I suddenly give up? Just then, my father’s personal guard hurried over, carrying a wooden lockbox. "General, Young Master. This is the letter breaking the engagement that Hazel left behind, along with the silver ring the General gave her years ago." The box was opened. The handwriting on the letter was neat but absolute. The ring still gleamed, carrying the faint warmth of having been worn by me for years. Wyatt shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning, and stumbled backward. "Breaking the engagement? She really wants to break it off?" He muttered to himself, his heart feeling as though it was being crushed by an invisible hand, hurting so much he couldn't breathe. Arthur snatched the letter. After one glance, his eyes went entirely red: "She really left... She really went to the East..." Father stood behind them without them noticing, his eyes deep and unreadable. "The bridal escort left early. They will meet up with her tomorrow and head straight for the Capital." "She prepared for this long ago. You two... simply hurt her too deeply." Arthur suddenly spun around, staring at Wyatt with bloodshot eyes, his suppressed emotions exploding. "This is your fault! If you hadn't failed to get that flower for eight years, she wouldn't have been mocked! If you hadn't treated her terribly, she wouldn't have been so determined to leave!" 6. He grabbed Wyatt by the collar, pulling his fist back to strike. "We depended on each other since we were kids. How could she leave on such a massive journey without telling me? She must hate you!" Wyatt was stunned by the yelling, a flash of panic crossing his face before he, too, grew furious. "Blame me? How are you any better? For the Oracle, you said those vicious things to her, and you shot an arrow at her face!" He shoved Arthur away, his voice dripping with accusation. "You're her actual brother, yet you were crueler than a stranger!" With weapons almost drawn, right as they were about to tear into each other, a figure in pure white quietly appeared. The Oracle stood between them, maintaining her sorrowful, merciful expression, and gently pulled at their sleeves. "Please, do not fight because of me. I bandaged your wounds years ago, and I don't want to see you turn on each other today." Her voice was soft, as if their fierce argument was entirely about her. Arthur and Wyatt both froze. Looking at the Oracle’s holy face, their expressions grew incredibly complicated. Wyatt took a deep breath, his tone freezing over: "Our fight has nothing to do with you." Arthur shook off the Oracle’s hand, his eyes filled with exhaustion and deep regret. "We are talking about Hazel. We are talking about my sister." The Oracle’s face stiffened. She clearly hadn't expected this response. She stood frozen, looking at the suffocating anxiety and remorse rolling between the two men, suddenly at a loss for words. Arthur turned back to Wyatt, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Hazel loved you since she was a girl. For you, she learned to fight, and never complained no matter how much she suffered." "She wouldn't inexplicably abandon you and go to the East." He stared intensely into Wyatt's eyes. "Did you do something unforgivable to her?" All the color drained from Wyatt’s face. His eyes darted away, afraid to meet Arthur’s gaze. On the snowy mountain that morning, he had crushed the flower and told the Oracle that I was just a temporary companion. He used my virgin blood to nourish the artifacts. When I asked to cancel the engagement, he had just brushed me off. All these memories collided, leaving him entirely unable to defend himself. Seeing him like this, Arthur knew the answer, and his rage ignited once more. "I knew it! You bastard! What exactly did you do to her?" He drove his fist into Wyatt’s face, knocking him into the dirt. "She loved you so much, how could you bear to hurt her?" Wyatt didn't fight back. He let Arthur’s fists rain down on his body. The physical pain was a fraction of the agony tearing apart his chest. He covered his face, letting out a stifled sob from his throat as the tears finally broke free. "I was wrong... I shouldn't have lied to her... I shouldn't have used her..." He regretted it. He truly, deeply regretted it. The two men brawled in the dirt, kicking up dust, until all their energy was spent and they collapsed on the ground. Arthur gasped for air, looking into the distance, his voice hoarse: "We can't let her go to the East. Absolutely not!" Wyatt pushed himself up, his eyes hardening with resolve: "We'll ride after her. We'll bring her back." The Oracle walked over and spoke softly. "This was originally my duty. Since this happened because of me, I am willing to go with you to take her place and bring Hazel back." Her tone was incredibly righteous, as if she were saving the world. Arthur and Wyatt exchanged a look and didn't refuse. Right now, as long as they could bring me back, they would do anything. The three immediately mounted their horses, took a squad of elite cavalry, and galloped frantically toward the Capital.

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