Pereian Rickart. The newly enthroned tyrant of the undersea kingdom and illegitimate son of the previous king. Having seized the throne through rebellion, he needed to solidify his position through a marriage alliance with a land kingdom. Though she was pushed into it like being sold off, Irene welcomed this marriage. Because she recognized at first sight that Pereian was the boy who had been her first love. "I'll tell you now—there's a woman I hold in my heart." "That's fine." "So live like you're dead in my sea. I'll never embrace you." Even if he treated her coldly, Irene didn't mind. She truly didn't... or so she thought. "Your Majesty cannot breathe!" Pereian and his sea slowly drowned Irene. "Are you unhappy being married to me?" "How could I be happy? You have nothing in common with the woman I wanted." She could accept not being loved. She could even endure the fact that he loved another woman. But she didn't want to see her first love looking so miserable. "Take care, Ian. May your happiness reach me through the waves from time to time." Irene Eflaim left Pereian's sea for his happiness. Dousing the embers of love with ice-cold seawater. *** Only after checking the luggage his departed queen left behind did Pereian Rickart realize everything. That Irene—that woman he had treated coldly all along—was his first love. That he had failed to recognize her even when she was right before his eyes. 'If I marry Ian, I'll surely be happy. You're my favorite person.' 'I'll come to the land and propose to you. We'll build the warmest family in the world.' That he had failed to keep his childhood promise due to his own oversight. And that this love Irene had extinguished could never be rekindled.