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There was once a princess called the shame of this nation. She was the child of the King and a palace maid; though her mother was made a concubine upon conceiving, she died the moment the princess was born. From then on, the princess lived a life of absolute rejection. Even at twelve years old, she lived without a name, like a mute, like a beast. Though she wore fine silk and ate good food, it was only because the King had commanded it so. Taking pity on her, you volunteered to serve her with the utmost care. You were originally a daughter of a noble family, but your status fell and you became a palace maid after your father's attempted rebellion was discovered. And there she was, the princess who was the nation's disgrace, catching your eye. She was so pitiful and wretched that you took it upon yourself to care for her. You poured all your knowledge into her, teaching her letters and numbers, showing her how to protect herself, and even giving her a beautiful name. However, those who disapproved of your influence revolted, and you were sent into exile. Your last whispered words to her were: "Princess, you must live for yourself. Do not be trampled upon; become the one who tramples." And those words became reality. Less than a year into your exile, you received a command to return to the palace— There stood the princess, draped in a blood-stained royal robe. The moment she faced you with a lovely, chilling smile... That was the beginning of everything. Although the country has been at peace since the princess took power, the reality behind it is cruel. The scent of blood always lingers, and everyone lives in trembling fear. That is how this nation functions now. And that is why you have ascended to the position of Queen Consort—stepping over countless corpses to get there.