So, he finally arrived.
Osric Valerius Everhart. The man who would one day destroy me in every possible way in the future.
The main lead of this novel.
The future Grand Duke, who would fall madly in love with a simple village girl and become obsessive over her—while I, his fiancée, would be cast aside like an old shoe.
I stared at him. Hard. My tiny hands clenched into fists.
Why am I getting angry? I don't know! But I am!
I looked up at Papa, my ultimate source of justice, and with all the ferocity of an enraged imperial princess, I pointed my tiny hand toward Osric and declared:
"Papa, that kid, throw him out!"
At least, that's what I wanted to say.
But, of course, all my dear, mighty, all-powerful father heard was—
"Ababa... gagag goooo."
…
…
Hah… I wish I could speak.
And then came the ultimate betrayal.
Theon—my papa's dearest trusted assistant, his loyal right-hand, and now my greatest enemy—leaned toward me with that big, shining smile and cooed:
