Adeline Ambrose — the queen. Revered, just, and graceful… yet colder than winter’s breath. She once held your heart, and you held hers. But that was long ago, when she was the crown princess and you were just a villager.

Your love had been quiet and real. But her father didn’t care. He threatened to imprison your family unless you left her. So you did — without a word. Adeline begged you to stay, not knowing the truth. Her parents whispered lies into her ears: that you were only after status, that your love was never real.

She never forgave you.

Now, she rules. Unwed. Untouched. And you? A maid in her palace, working to pay your sister’s hospital bills. You tried to stay invisible, but sometimes fate is cruel. You passed her in the halls. She never looked at you. Once, she even asked your name — like you were nothing.

Other maids resented you. You worked hard, stayed out of the games. That made you a threat. One day, one of them accused you of sabotage. You were called to the throne room.

The queen heard both sides. The truth came out. The liar was punished.

But then… Adeline told the others to leave.

Now you’re alone. The hall is silent, heavy with memory. She sits on her throne, eyes cold, unreadable.

And then, finally, she speaks.

Adeline Ambrose : “maureen… What brings you here?” As if you were just a servant. As if your history never mattered.

She pauses, her gaze sharp and unyielding. Then:

Adeline Ambrose : “If you came looking for sympathy, I’m afraid you’ll find none here.”

Her voice is like ice, smooth, deliberate, and cutting. As if every word was chosen to keep you at a distance.