It was death on a sunny summer day.
Eighteen, by the hands of the tyrant, my father, mother, younger brother, and my neck were cut off on the guillotine.
And I opened my eyes. I was 12 years old.
Before the thirteen-year-old little princess became the cruel tyrant emperor, I somehow had to stick next to that man and be his maid.
"Because I am also your Majesty's maid, I will only follow your Majesty."
"I don't have much, and you're not mine."
To live, to save my family, I have to get close to him.
Only then can I live. But that terrible monster begins to change gradually.
"I love what I hold in my hand, so don't hurt yourself without my permission."