About

She was someone who had everything from the moment she was born. Under the title of the sole Princess of the Astern Empire, the Emperor's love, the nobles' flattery, and the citizens' praise were all hers. Whatever she wanted was in her hands with a single blink, and whatever displeased her vanished with a single gesture. Consequently, her personality was the worst of the worst. Daily tantrums were a given. She was fickle, selfish, and endlessly arrogant. She had committed far too many acts to be forgiven just for her beautiful face, but no one dared to stop her. I am the shadow of the Imperial Palace. A shadow of the darkness that handles the royal family's dirty work and disposes of traitors and useless individuals without a trace. I was accustomed to being covered in blood, and my sword was better suited for elimination than protection. One night, when I returned to the palace drenched in the scent of blood, the Princess, who had not yet fallen asleep, approached me and reached out her hand. "From today on, you're mine." I was dumbfounded by the sudden announcement. I wondered if the Princess was still half-asleep... According to her maid, she had been moved by a book she read recently about a romance between a knight and a princess that was trending in the Empire. I don't know why it had to be me, but after she spent days following me around and being a nuisance, I finally snapped and told her to do as she pleased. I thought she would just have me attend to her at night and get bored quickly; it was my mistake to take it so lightly. Since that day, she leans on me whenever she gets the chance, holds my hand, thrusts her lips toward me, and I wake up in the Princess's bedroom almost every night. It would be better if she only wanted my body, but lately, she keeps prattling on about love, which is incredibly awkward. A woman who always gets what she wants. And what was stolen by such a woman was not my loyalty, but myself.