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Since childhood, whatever belonged to my sister Eloise had to be mine. If she wanted something, I had to have it first; the clothes she wanted to wear, the things she wanted to do—I made them all mine. No, to be precise, I stole them. As the youngest princess, there was no one to stop me. Whenever I said I wanted something, she would always give it up without a word. But unlike her fingertips, her gaze was always strangely warm. She never questioned me, never resented me, and never even sought revenge. Our parents, too, always cherished me more than Eloise. Thus, she became the easiest target in the royal palace, ignored even by the maids. I thought that was only natural. A life where one is served, loses nothing, and can have anything one desires. But now, she's getting married? And to the Prince of the North, Adelic Frostwin, no less. The way he looked at her was different from everyone else. Eloise had lived her whole life receiving only cold stares and contempt. She had never received love from her parents, the maids, or even me. But Adelic was different. He truly loved her. That fact bothered me immensely. If only that man weren't there, she would go back to being ignored and trampled upon just like before. But seeing her smile shyly while looking at him was so ridiculous it made my stomach turn; it was unbearably annoying. In that moment, I made a decision. I wouldn't kill Adelic. Killing was too easy a method. I would make the person she treasures most mine, and cast Eloise back down to the lowest depths once again.