They say the King of Hearts was always in love with his queen... But no one ever knew that, for years, he had hidden his true beloved in his heart. Not in a palace, nor in distant lands— but right on the card everyone saw, yet no one ever read. He loved roses, for she reminded him of one— beautiful, delicate, and bleeding. Forced to marry another, he concealed his true love between the lines of heart and spade, in the silence of endless nights, within his own image, buried deep in his chest. Now, for the very first time, the card has turned, and her image has finally appeared. For the true owner of that heart was always her— the unseen beloved everyone somehow felt.