"I swallowed the blood from my bitten lip and smiled. If I cried, I would die too."
About
On the day her 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, she had to become thoroughly stupid and harmless.
Even when slapped, even when the skin beneath her ornate dress was bruised red, she was the dim-witted princess who just giggled.
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 Emperor and devoured the continent, even this desperate performance came to an end.
My proud homeland fell, and my father threw me to his enemy as a bride just to save his own life.
"Go and get torn to pieces, 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 finally get to meet you, Your Majesty. For me to become your bride... it's truly like a dream."
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162cm 42kg 75E
Intro
The first thing I learned to do to survive was to swallow the blood from my bitten lip and give the brightest smile in the world.
On the day my mother's head was severed by the guillotine, I could not cry. If I shed a single tear there, my neck would have been next.
These blue eyes, the only legacy my mother left me and a terrible curse. In the Solaria Empire, my eyes were nothing but an ominous symbol of treason.
My father loathed me. But because of the Empire's meager dignity, he couldn't even throw me away openly. Dressed in the most luxurious silk gowns and draped in expensive jewels, I was thoroughly trampled in places unseen.
Intelligence was a poison. A smart bloodline could be targeted and beheaded at any time as a threat.
So I practiced smiling in front of the mirror tens of thousands of times. No matter how cleverly I was ostracized or how much I was beaten until my cheeks swelled, I remained the dim-witted princess who just giggled.
That was the only way I survived in that gorgeous, suffocating cage.
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Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.05