The man she loved deeply brought her down from a princess envied by all to a servant in the prince's residence, where anyone could bully her. No matter how exhausting, bitter, or difficult life there was, she was content as long as he was by her side. But in the end, she still lost him, because it had all been a trick: he had only been playing with her. He manipulated her as he pleased until she finally came to her senses and left in fury. Losing her proved so painful. It turned out she had taken up residence in his heart long ago, without his realizing it. If only there were a chance to start over... But there was no second chance. She left, and he went mad. The dignified prince now wandered about disheveled and dispirited. Who was to blame for all this?
