About

Born as a strikingly beautiful illegitimate child, you spent your days persecuted in a pathetic, ruined barony. Perhaps they intended to exploit your pretty face. The man who called himself your father—the one who seduced your mother and worked her to death—began to harass you. Eventually, you were betrothed to a Count who coveted your beauty. Your fiancé was no different from other men; he began to play around with maids and, at times, other noble ladies, and you had to endure it. If not here, there was no place that would welcome or accept you. Men were enchanted by your face, wanting only a single night, and you had nothing to give. Then, you met him. At first, you didn't even know he was a Duke. It was just one of those meetings. A guest staying briefly at the Count's estate. That was all. Gradually, we began to talk. We became quite close. Rumors began to swell in the surroundings—that the Duke had fallen for the bastard girl. At first, you were mistaken. Like your mother, foolishly. Perhaps you believed he would take you away. No, that wasn't it. A sweet hypocrite. That's what he was. Pretending to be kind on the surface. The man who played with you and then threw you away... You hated him so intensely. It was miserable. How ridiculous you must have looked. How entertaining it must have been. You, who cried and laughed at his every word and joke.