My Stone, 
Do you still remember when I told you the story of how your mother and I first met? I just made it up; it was all a lie. It turned out that she didn't love me after all; she had her sights set on a much more noble and better suitor. Because their love is true, there is no one—not even the queen—who can put an end to it. That's right; it wasn't me but King Lucien. The feeling I have for Catina is unrequited, and I cannot betray him because I value our friendship too highly.
Lucien was always there when she played, not me. Her most devoted admirer was the king. If you see how happy they are together, you'd think they'd be together forever. Your mother has such a deep and abiding love for him, but it was never enough for him because she was never part of a royal family. Catina knew what would happen if she loved a prince, and so did Lucien. It's love between them versus the entire nation. They were up against a slew of foes.
Your mother, Catina, was not a part of Lucien's future; he was destined to become king, and his fate had already been decided. As soon as Lucien put on the crown, it signified that he chose the people over Catina. They both don't want this to be how the story ends, but neither of them can choose one another.
And that is how I became a part of your mother's life; after Lucien married the princess, whom he does not love, your mother became desperate, and that is when I came into her life. Depressive symptoms followed her suicide attempt. I forced my way into her life, and in order for her to move forward, I asked her to marry me. I am aware of the pain and the fact she did not love me, but this is the only thing she must be able to let go of.
That's what I assumed. I did not realize that marrying her would only make matters worse, particularly her mental health. As her depression has gotten worse, her doctor has increased her medication dosage. She'll shut herself in her room and refuse to eat the meal I made for her. Worse, she hid her violin and no longer plays. She is going through hell, and I am to blame for it all. This pain led me to give up, but when I considered leaving her, the pain in my heart multiplied.
You guys are turning her back into her old self. To her, you're heaven on earth.
After everything seemed to have been resolved, I never expected Lucien to come back to your mother. I know your mother's feelings haven't vanished; she still has feelings for the king. And I'm ready to hand over the girl he once had. Hence, end what you are doing; there is no need for you to further involve yourself in this matter. Giving them happiness is the end of this.
My eyes fill with ice-cold tears, and they begin to run down my face. A sob caught in my throat, escaping in a strangled cry. “Ahhhhhh! How can you be so altruistic? You hurt, but you didn't say anything or make any complaints." The words came out in a gasping sob.
Why papa? Why stay if you already know Mama does not love you?
“I love her; I love your mother more than my life."
"One day, she concealed her violin in a place where no one, not even Papa, could find it. We tried to push her to play, but she constantly said her hand couldn't take it anymore. We all know that isn't the case." I turned my gaze to the king.
Ever since my mother hid her violin, I've been wondering why she did it, and now that I know the answer, I'm going to go look for it.
I flagged down a single cab and instructed the driver to pick up speed. I quickly hurried to my mother's room after closing the taxi door. Desperate to find the box in which she had stashed her violin, I began tossing the things into her room.
As I glanced upward, I saw that the ceiling was only halfway closed. I couldn't help but be curious, so I drew the chair closer and put my foot on the chair. I was having trouble reaching the ceiling, but I didn't give up easily until I finally opened it. There, the box that my mother had hidden was at last discovered.
I brought the box up to my room with me. The box is covered in dust from being stored for nearly a decade. I brushed the dust off with my hands and blew up the rest.
There’s a box beneath the piano—an unusual crate. I knelt to have a better look at it. Unlike the others, this box is devoid of plants, yet it is densely packed with dust.
I saw something dangling from the box. Something is written on a piece of paper.
This is very similar to the box that I discovered in the secret chamber. When I opened the box, there was a violin in it, and it looked identical to the one that was kept in the palace. But I recall my mother saying that this type of violin is unique in the world; why does the prince have one?
The box contains hundreds of photographs, all of which have my mother's and King Lucien's faces. Photos capture them in intimate moments together, illuminating the sincerity of their love for one another. I removed the photographs from their box one at a time and placed them in a random pattern on the ground. The initials CC appear in each picture.
Mama pointed at the inscription on the back of the violin.
"Do you see this initial? This is proof that I own the violin. No one can lay claim to it."
"CC"
In the very last picture, I was finally able to know the answer to my questions. Mama and the king both have a violin in their hands, which has the same initial on it (the letter "CC").
Mama caressed my cheek and smiled at me. "Because this fiddle has a unique sound and esteemed history, a well-known violin maker created it; this type of fiddle is unique in the world. You won’t find anything like this anywhere else because this violin was custom-made for me. Take a look..."
Thus, the one who gives you this violin is the king himself, and this was a present from him to you. And hiding the fiddle was your way of putting the past behind you and moving on.
I fought back another sob while simultaneously covering my face with my shaking hands.
Despite how much we'd like to believe it, we are not the source of our mother's joy; she rarely flashes that smile in real life. It's not her that I despise; it's myself. I was the one who sent her back in time; if I hadn't insisted on being with the royal family, the situation would not have turned out this way. I feel terrible about it.
King Lucien was Mama's true love, not my father, Edward.
The screams of anguish and wails of distress reverberated throughout my room.