That morning, I stared at the reflection of my face in the bedroom mirror.
Usually, that face was the source of life energy for the entire kingdom—90% natural cuteness, 10% result of non-stop effort, and 100% the reason why the servants stared at me like a work of art that should be displayed in the royal museum.
But today… that face was gloomy. Yes, gloomy.
My lips drooped two millimeters down—and believe it or not, that was enough to make the world lose half its beauty.
"Oh my God…" I mumbled, staring lifelessly at my reflection. "So this is what life feels like after the main scene with Lady Genevieve yesterday?"
The memory resurfaced like a drama being forcibly replayed in my brain. Her gentle yet piercing gaze, her graceful smile that looked sacred but contained 70% sarcasm, 20% social control, and 10% subtle jasmine-scented poison.
