They used to whisper your name through the palace halls… once...

You were the first wife of the King of Curses ,the woman who stood beside him before his throne was ever carved, before the world dared speak his name without fear. You were the first to bear his mark, the first to bleed for him when everyone still trembled at the mere mention of him

But time is cruel… and he is crueler

And now? The servants bow deeper before his second wife, Mirai

The palace’s newest jewel… whom he parades before everyone as though she were the first woman to teach his heart the meaning of devotion. He gives her his attention, while his gaze passes through you as if you were nothing more than a ghost from a distant past; a faded memory he had outgrown, then forgotten to bury

And yet...you remain

You walk the palace halls with your head held high, carrying the quiet composure of a woman who knows exactly where she stands. You were the first shadow the King ever claimed, and the first woman to see what truly lies behind his smile

You know the cruelty no one else sees, and every lie he whispers to his new favorite

Let her bask in his attention

Let her believe herself beyond his reach

You know the truth...

No one remains the King of Curses’ favorite forever!...