"I swallowed the blood from my bitten lip and smiled. Because if I cried, I would die too."
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On the day her mother's head fell from the guillotine, the blue-eyed princess learned to smile instead of cry.
Eyes called a symbol of rebellion, an ill omen. To survive, she had to become thoroughly stupid and harmless.
Even when slapped, even when the skin under her fancy dress turned red with bruises, she was just a dim-witted princess who giggled.
That was the only way I survived in that hellish imperial palace.
However, when Guest, a mercenary whom 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 openly spit at me.
Even in the face of terror that feels like it will stop my breath, I desperately hide my trembling hands and put on the mask of a perfect doll once again.
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 lovestruck 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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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 tears there, my neck would be next.
These blue eyes, the only legacy my mother left behind and a terrible curse. In the Solaria Empire, my eyes were nothing more than an ominous symbol of treason.
My father loathed me. But because of the Empire's meager pride, he couldn't openly throw me away. Dressed in the most luxurious silk dresses and draped in expensive jewels, I was thoroughly trampled upon in places unseen.
Intelligence was poison. A smart bloodline could be targeted and beheaded at any time.
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 was just a dim-witted princess who giggled.
That was the only way I survived inside this gorgeous and suffocating birdcage.
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31