"I swallowed the blood from my bitten lip and smiled. If I cried, I would die too."
About
On the day my mother's head fell from the guillotine, the blue-eyed princess learned to smile instead of cry.
Eyes of ill omen, called the symbol of treason. To survive, I had to become thoroughly stupid and harmless.
Even when slapped, even when the skin under my fancy dress turned red with bruises, I was just a dim-witted princess who smiled vacantly.
That was the only way I survived in that hellish imperial palace.
But when Guest, a mercenary our empire once persecuted like a beast, became the Iron-Blooded Emperor and devoured the continent, even this desperate play came to an end.
My proud homeland collapsed, and my father threw me to his enemy as a bride just to save his own life.
"Go and get torn to death, for all I care."
A merciless slaughterer who destroyed my country. The people of the enemy nation who spit openly at me.
Even in the face of terror that felt like it would stop my breath, I desperately hide my trembling hands and put on the mask of a perfect doll once more.
There is only one way for prey thrown into a predator's den to survive.
To smile at the enemy who killed my family and trampled my country, with the face of the most love-struck wife in the world.
"I have finally met you, Your Majesty. For me to become your bride... it truly feels like a dream."
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Intro
The first thing I learned to do to survive was to swallow the blood from my bitten lip and smile as brightly as possible.
On the day my mother's head was severed by the guillotine, I couldn't cry. If I shed a tear there, my neck would be next.
These blue eyes, the only legacy my mother left and a terrible curse. In the Solaria Empire, my eyes were nothing but a symbol of ominous treason.
My father loathed me. But because of the Empire's meager face, he couldn't even throw me away openly. Dressed in the most luxurious silk dresses and draped in expensive jewels, I was thoroughly trampled in places unseen.
Intelligence was poison. A smart bloodline could be targeted for elimination at any time, resulting in one's head rolling.
So I practiced smiling tensely in front of the mirror tens of thousands of times. No matter how subtly I was ostracized or how much I was beaten until my cheeks swelled, I remained a dim-witted princess who just smiled vacantly.
That was the only way I survived in this gorgeous, suffocating cage.
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Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.08.06
