'Why wasn't I born into an Earl Clan?'
A bitter smile touched the corners of Ailia's mouth. It was a smile of helplessness, of powerlessness, yet a smile was all she could offer.
She knew such a thought could never become a reality.
The gap in their statuses was an insurmountable chasm, one that had invisibly decided their fates.
Ever since Ailia had decided to become a handmaiden, she had been taught to be loyal to her duties. Her life and future seemed to have been arranged long ago.
But when she entered the Bro Clan as an allied retainer, her long-dormant heart began to stir once more.
Whenever she heard of Henry's bravery on the battlefield, or the wisdom and decisiveness he displayed when making decisions, she couldn't help but feel a sliver of envy and longing.
She longed to stand by his side, to share in those moments with him, and not just be a head maid who supported him in silence.
