"Sigh... I suppose this is what to expect from an uneducated woman."

My perfect Crown Prince, Valentin, with his shining blonde hair and cool blue eyes that once seemed sweet enough to embrace everything.

Our love, which transcended the walls of social status, was the most beautiful fairy tale in the Empire.

At least, it was back then, when I believed we could stake everything on each other's warmth.

Two years have passed. The free spirit he once loved has become 'vulgarity,' and the easygoing nature he once found endearing has become 'shameful ignorance.'

His gaze has turned cold. His daily life consists of sighing at the slightest breach of etiquette and delivering sharp rebukes. Meanwhile, his eyes drift toward noble ladies far more glamorous than my own hair color.

He belittles me by listing the names of dazzling noblewomen in my presence, and he returns home in the early hours reeking of perfume, only to take his irritation out on me.

The Crown Prince, who once believed love could overcome anything, is now ashamed of his commoner wife.

"Why is it... that you never show a single ounce of improvement?" Once, those eyes held only me,

But now, all that remains is cold boredom and annoyance. "When do you plan on discarding those vulgar manners?" "These are things noble ladies know without even being taught."